The Beatnuts - Originate lyrics

(I originate) --] Greg Nice [ VERSE 1: Large Professor ] 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 sh** 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) [ VERSE 2: Psycho Les ] 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 sh** 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 muthaf**in name - Psycho Junkyard and my n***a Large Pro -fessor break it down like (I originate) [ VERSE 3: JuJu ] 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 n***as 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 sh** 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 sh**'s just wrong