Lyrics Yo Yo Yo - The Beatnuts feat. Greg Nice

Bang
(What's this?)
This thing right here is for the clubs
I want y'all to get on up
Uh, uh, uh, aha

Greg N I C E
I'm in the house, turn it out, no doubt, no doubt
Pyscho Les is in the house
Beatnuts is all up in the house, uh
Big Ju is all up in the house

A mega lover, double Manny is all up in the house
We turn it out, we turn it out, we turn it out out out
Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, yo yo yo, yo yo yo
Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, yo yo yo, yo yo yo

Aiyyo, the heat from the 'Nuts' is traditional
You taking cheap shots, it's subliminal
I'm dissin' you straight up
Wrinkle your face up

Actin' like you can't feel me, yo
This is pay back, smash your single and your video
Put the Tech to your neck and force a story out of ya
Snuffed your producer and drop kicked your choreographer
(Hwa)

Honey's scream, "What?"
We they see me jumpin' out the money green truck
Into the club, so we can tear it up
Like the 3-6, sippin' on sum syrup

And Mozarella sticks for dessert
I make beats like presto
Platinum hits like this grow
Bustin' shots in your projecto, like

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, yo yo yo, yo yo yo
Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, yo yo yo, yo yo yo

Stay makin' hot shit, you can't fuck wit
It's the Greg Nice shit wit the Beatnuts shit
You can't front shit, it's the shake ya' butt shit
Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what? Shit

120 mil an episode like Seinfeld
She tryin' act like her shit don't smell
Can't beat, for losin' niggaz be jel
Comin' through wit my click on my coat tail

Pump a lil' weight so I'm not frail
Sittin' back poppin' shit on my Nextel
Sun goin' down, now time to spark an L
Do it for the kids like Kenan and Kel

Big Psych, pass ya man the Visine
Eyes blood shine from puffin' that green
Stay amped up without the caffeine
It's just me, myself, and Irene

Brush your, brush your breath wit Dentene
Rock my blue jeans like Bruce Springsteen
Bitches on my dick, it's just a small thing
Oh, the heat is on, baby, baby

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, yo yo yo, yo yo yo
Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, yo yo yo, yo yo yo

Stay makin' hot shit, you can't fuck wit
It's the Greg Nice shit wit the Beatnuts shit
You can't front shit, it's the shake ya' butt shit
Say What? Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what? Shit

Junkyard bodyguard? Never god, party hard
Niggaz wanna see me in the club, got the rowdy squad
Corona niggaz don't play, at least me niggaz
Gun tottin' maniacs wit the rotten livers

Holdin' it down, blowin' it down
That's my word everywhere we go know it's your crown
Put the boogie in your ass for free
Your gurl's stickin' out her ass at me
I'm Big Ju that's how it has to be

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, yo yo yo, yo yo yo
Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, yo yo yo, yo yo yo

Stay makin' hot shit, you can't fuck wit
It's the Greg Nice shit wit the Beatnuts shit
You can't front shit, it's the shake ya' butt shit
Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what? Shit

Uh, who turned the heat up?
Oh, so hot in here, oh, I need to know
Who turned the heat up?
Oh, so hot in here, oh oh

Big Psych, y'all, is on fire, Juju now, is on fire
Pito now is on fire, Loud Records is on fire
True Blue now, is on fire
I can't take it, somebody is on fire

Now work it out, now
Work it out now
Work it out now

Stay makin' hot shit, you can't fuck wit
It's the Greg Nice shit wit the Beatnuts shit
You can't front shit, it's the shake ya' butt shit
Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what? Shit