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juelz santana - monster music lyrics

flutes? what? bring in the opera man
ye, that’s what i’m talking about
let’s do it
yo santana (yep)
heat-makers
all we need is the b-ss now

uh uh, uh uh, uh (yeah) uh,

verse 1:

this is marching music
this is monster music
everybody get the f-ck up
get to stomping’ to it
get the band, get the drum line
we marching to it
get your aunt, get your uncles
get your moms into it
this is lovely noise,
this is club knockingâ€™
this is razors out chump
this is club oxen’
this is grab a b-tch
get the club rocking
hit the bar, big spending’
get the bub’ popping’
this is move get the f-ck out the way
or get moved the f-ck out the way chump
n-gg-s get tools to f-ck in the club
n-gg-s get moved the f-ck in the club
donâ€™t play punk
n-gg-s get schooled outside of the cl-ss
for tryin’ to be fast
shots hop and pop in yo’ -ss n-gg-
b-tches cut school to get with the boy
your wife will cut you to get with the boy
its big pimpin’ here
big lobster, big shrimp in here
big mobsters, big fish in here
yea get your fish in gear
they’ll flip you yea(yea)
they’ll twist you yea,(yea)
they’ll let you know the dips was here ,
get it clear!

hook:

this is monster music(yeah)
this is contra music(yeah)
this is arms out
bombs out, bombing music(yeah)
this is launching music(yeah)
this embalming fluid,(yeah)
everybody get the f-ck up
get to stomping to it(yeah)

this is monster music(yeah)
this is country music(yeah)
this is n-gg-z, this is b-tches
this is all our music(yeah)
this is marching music(yeah)
this embalming fluid,(yeah)
everybody get the f-ck up
get to stomping to it(yeah)

verse 2

this is for my kappaâ€™s
my sigmaâ€™s, my clappers my n-gg-s,
my alphaâ€™s my betaâ€™s, cowards and haters
come style with the playas
crocodiles and gators
big gun get wild and iâ€™ll spray ya
big gun sit down for i spray ya
or quick run, iâ€™ll shower you later
i donâ€™t mind n-gg-
i got nothing but time n-gg-
plus you ainâ€™t hard to find n-gg-, 3 blocks from my n-gg-s,
where they squeeze glocks, divide n-gg-s, and they green top
supply n-gg-s, mean drops
beside n-gg-s, eaves drop and watch n-gg-s
we c-ck and ride n-gg-s
c-ke’ hard, go hard we block n-gg-s
young joe clark leaned on me
shots go off,
should of told ya not to lean on me, yea,
your b-tch wont f-ck you
i told her not to cheat on me
i think your a clown she totally agrees with me
she comes over and she sleeps with me (what else)
use the bathroom, she peeâ€™s on me
then go home and eat with you (d-mn)
you a chump n-gg-(n-gg-)
you a punk n-gg- (n-gg-)
get a grip, get ya weight up n-gg-!(n-gg-)

this is monster music(yeah)
this is contra music(yeah
this is arms out
bombs out, bombing music(yeah)
this is launching music(yeah)
this embalming fluid,(yeah)
everybody get the f-ck up
get to stomping to it(yeah)

(alternate ending)
(uh, uh)
this is monser music, get a stompin to it
i spit the n.y all the way to compton music
i deliver the pain
i’m that n-gg- with kane
you need to read up, then maybe we can meet up.
don’t try no funny sh-t, you’ll get your onion split
yo we strong armed n-gg-z, we on the pile bunion sh-t
you know my wrist glous, don’t gt your b-tch toused
cause a punk will make you jump like kriss kross
are you a daddy mac? well i’m a mac daddy
bullet proof black caddy, we in vegas black jackin’
we burn 20 grand in each hand now what?
old enough to drink,
but we got 24’s on every truck

- juelz santana lyrics

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