Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Originate , by - The Beatnuts. Release date: 22.07.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Originate |
| It started off one '89 morning |
| Prepared to bumrush this spot without warning |
| Dufflebagged up, we was there to conduct |
| Our bidness, clear it and never leave a eye witness |
| Barry White triplets, I’m grabbin em |
| Plus the Eddie Floyd Stax album in the back by the bathroom |
| Knowin all this shit no one knows |
| Way before radio played «Throw them bo’s» |
| We was out there gettin em |
| Beats, plus spittin em |
| Bars, I’m Large, about the streets, I’m hittin em |
| Junkyard Psycho style |
| Keep them chickens from back there because they might go wild |
| Wants to get quick dose of this, try on ferocious |
| Blow and pow like 4th of July explosives |
| 30 day notices gettin sent out |
| To all you greaseball rappers, this is world renowned |
| (I originate) |
| It’s the originator |
| (Who got the funk?) Not the imitator |
| You just a french fry, I’m a hot potato |
| Big Psych, the drunken operator |
| Computer data broadcastin live from the buddha chamber |
| Future Flavas, so turn it up |
| Aiyo, that new Beatnuts shit is burnin up |
| Charts across the global, my vocal’s |
| Like a yodel, Large Pro showed up |
| With three plates of soul food |
| Funk tracks, on point like thumb tacks |
| It’s the raw, baby, bangin out of drum pads |
| Like oh, shorty asked me if I sniff blow |
| I told her hell no, I just puff 'dro |
| What’s my muthafuckin name — Psycho |
| Junkyard and my nigga Large Pro |
| -fessor break it down like |
| (I originate) |
| It’s Big Ju, I come through with the final component |
| Loaded and ready, just right for the moment |
| Serve it up raw, uncut and quite potent |
| Niggas still sleep with the do' and lights open |
| Me I dig deep, real deep in the earth |
| Find the right records, be freakin em first |
| Some say it’s an addiction, some say it’s a curse |
| I’m married to this beat shit for better or worse |
| I hustle till the work is gone |
| Go in the booth, get on the mic, go bezerk, it’s on |
| Then whip up the perfect song |
| Cause really, if it ain’t about the music then the shit’s just wrong |