Beatnuts Get Funky Letras:
[Hook:]
"Get Funky" "That's right" (x4)

[JuJu:]
It's the crook with the shit little cords and mass danger
Torturing crew like Jews in gas chambers
Danger the angel of death street smart lyric arranger
Complicated my style change I get stranger
Freak flows let opponents know
That I combat the stats and defeat the foes
Gots to get money kid you know how it goes
And I'm still livin' fowl even stickin' up hoes

[Psycho Les:]
Equipped with the Beatnuts funk
Ain't another brother kickin' phat beats with spunk
Duck tried to test me but his ass flunked
I rolled him in some Bambu and threw
him right in my truck punk
I told you once and I won't tell you twice
I freak the stunks and I won't pay the price
For stickin' in hun paradise cause it's all good
I know you wish you could

[Hook (x8)]

[Fashion aka Al Tariq:]
You got the brews but the cool is just save ya
Down and just daze ya, Beatnuts wanna blaze ya
Raise ya give you junky juice that was major
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(And you don't stop) comin' from the soul
cause the heart is the funk spot
Diggin' through shit that I found out in the park lot
Talk not, bustin' crazy shots at the don't squeeze
Ju come down spray these niggas with the funk please

[JuJu:]
Somebody said you were looking for static G
Those who try to play me close could die tragically
I got a merciless flow that's infatically fatal
That attacks the brain automatically
Unleasing lyrical wrath to leave you open
Crew that choose to bite might find yourself toking
Dirty alone I never do what the pope says
I'm tryin' to get money like Felipe Lopez

[Hook]

[Psycho Les:]
With a 1-2-3, 3 and 2-1 only type ?
preacher could be this nun
Hun don't it sound sweet to the drum?
Drum trip as I flip till it's done
Son act like you recognize dad
Run to poppa come get what you never had
I'm (superbad) and ducks get mad cause it's all good
I know you wish you could (get funky)

[Fashion aka Al Tariq:]
We got you wanna more puff from the Nut
Go on take a hit from my shit but it's a rough one
Bust one, remeber what they said never trust one
Use to be two in the crew now it's plus one
I kick that old cool style got ya fiendin'
Blowin' ya mind just like that red light beepin'
I'm a get buck a blast a shot in ya eye
Make way motherfucks it's the real superfly
Letras: Get Funky Beatnuts [final]