Song Details:- Presenting you “Ask Beavis I Get Nothing But Head Lyrics”. The name of this song is ’98 Freestyle sung by Big L.
Ask Beavis I Get Nothing But Head Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yo, f^^k all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get rich
I’m from New York and never was a fan of the Knicks
And I’m all about expandin’ my chips
You mad ’cause I was in the van with your bi^^h
With both hands on her tits
Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart
I got style plus the way that I be flowin’ is sharp
A while back, I used to hustle, sellin’ blow in the park
Countin’ G stacks and rockin’ ice that glow in the dark
Forever hottie huntin’
Trigger temper, I’m quick to body somethin’
You lookin’ at me like I’m probably frontin’
I f^^k around and throw three in your chest and flee to my rest
I’m older and smarter, this is me at my best
I stopped hangin’ around y’all
‘Cause ni^^as like you be prayin’ on my downfall
Hopin’ I flop, hopin’ I stop
You probably even hope I get locked
Or be on the street corner with a pipe, smokin’ the rock
I got more riches than you, f^^k more bi^^hes than you
Only thing I haven’t got is more stitches than you
f^^kin’ punk, you ain’t a leader, what!? Nobody followed you
You was never s^^t, your mother should’ve swallowed you
You on some tag-along, flunky yes-man s^^t
Do me a favor — please get off the next man d^^k
And if you think I can’t f^^k with wh^ever, put your money up
Put your jewels up, no, f^^k it, put your honey up
Put your raggedy house up, ni^^a, or shut your mouth up!
Before I buck lead and make a lot of blood shed
Turn your tux red, I’m far from broke, got enough bread
And mad h^es, ask Beavis, I get nothin’ Bu^^head
My game is vicious and cruel, f^^kin’ chicks is a rule
If my girl think I’m loyal, then that bi^^h is a fool
How come you can listen to my first album
And tell where a lot of ni^^as got they whole style from?
So what you actin’ for?
You ain’t half as raw, you need to practice more
Somebody tell this ni^^a somethin’, ‘fore I crack his jaw
You runnin’ with boys, I’m runnin’ with men
I’mma be rippin’ the mics until I’m a hundred-and-ten
Have y’all ni^^as like “Dammit, this ni^^a done done it again”
I throw slugs at idiots, no love for city cops
I sport a pretty watch, eight-hundred and fifty rocks
I’m makin’ wonderful figures
I don’t f^^k with none of you ni^^as
I might pull out this gun on your ni^^as
And rob every last one of you ni^^as
[Bridge]
Aight, let me kick some more s^^t, one more time
(Yeah-yeah… Spit, some more) – Bobbito
Aight, check it out, yeah, check it out
Yeah, check it out, yeah, check it out
Uhh, check it out, aight, check it out
Aight, we gon’ hit it like this, check it out
[Verse 2]
Yo, check it, yo, my s^^t is hot like jerk chicken
I should rob you, but with that cheap s^^t, you ain’t worth stickin’
I’ve got a left hook that be leavin’ guys knocked out
Keep frontin’, and I’mma choke you ’til your eyes pop out
I was taught that if a ni^^a swing, swing right back
Battle Corleone — why do a stupid thing like that?
Yo, I’m not in the mood, son, so don’t push me tonight
Plus I f^^ked your little sister, and that pu^^y was right
That pu^^y was tight, grippin’ my d^^k like a pair of pliers
You f^^kin’ snitch — right now, you prolly wearin’ wires
It’s not a joke, so as soon as he laugh
I’mma strip him naked and stick a long broom in his a^^
Leave him heart-broken, make him quit rap and start smokin’
My album is done, so no, there ain’t no parts open
I’m not a sweet stud, I’m a street thug
That’s quick to beat a ni^^a like a cheap rug ’til he leak blood
You sure soft, watched you fall off, might slide your w^^re off
Then call all off, and tear your jaw off
My life is far out, I got star clout
Every week, bring a different car out
Go to clubs and buy the bar out
You ain’t a player, put that cigar out
Take that suit off, before I shoot off, and tear your roof off
Leave your clothes bl^^dy-red like the nose of Rudolph
I rocked many stages and never got booed off
I might let this gat burst, put you in a big black hearse
For that wack verse, should have tried these other cats first
‘Cause none of y’all ni^^as can f^^k with me
And if your man wanna join, I got McGruff with me, we puff much izzy
I do s^^t that only tough men do
And them cats you with — f^^k them too, I’ll buck them too
Be careful what you rush into, you lame-a^^ ni^^a
No dough, always on the train-a^^ ni^^a
Canal Street, 10-karat-chain-a^^ ni^^a
You got f^^ked upstate, you cupcake
How many d^^ks can your butt take?
I ran through every bi^^h in my path
I was f^^kin’ chicks in the a^^ when I was six-and-a-half
Yo, I’mma take you out your misery
And after this, ni^^a
Put you in the social studies book ’cause you’re history
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