| 歌曲 | Supa Supreme |
| 歌手 | The Beatnuts |
| 专辑 | Stone Crazy |
| 作词 : Fernandez, Tineo | |
| Intro： | |
| Meanwhile in the control room at the back of the theater... | |
| These brats swam, i knew they would | |
| Your plan is working master. | |
| Of course! | |
| (knocking) who is it? | |
| Special delievery. | |
| Who? who is it? | |
| It's a special delivery. | |
| Who is it. (fuck it) | |
| Ups open up. | |
| Psycho les: | |
| I just got this product transported for essay, gea, connect to say who ? | |
| Kid coming at your speakers, is the same kid that be like (puuut puuut | |
| Puuut) coming in chicas | |
| Keep shakin' that ass like a horny egyptian, as we proceed to rip shit | |
| Baby, i be s-t-o-n-e crazy, red mercury blow your spot up | |
| I keep one eye on snakes the other on jakes | |
| 3rd eye on my money with no time to take a break | |
| They only break i make is when i gab the breed and jump in the get-away | |
| (it's got to be now) but for now is the only way | |
| Pop my cd in your sony play, twist a fatty, kick back | |
| And enjoy what i got to say, cause this type of shit your don't hear | |
| Everyday | |
| Juju: | |
| Big ju, rugged and rawnchy, never nonchalantly | |
| And huant me to live in this world that don't want me | |
| A fowl nigga maybe the fowlest you'll ever encounter | |
| Murder for the smallest amount, money to count | |
| Cuban cable givin' cash around the table | |
| My record label watchin' the sons steady and stable | |
| Bit my shit, but you wack and wasn't able | |
| Silence, we bringin' the violence from the cradle | |
| Fatal when i see a bitch nigga and face, you like a foreigner frontin' in a | |
| Dangerous place | |
| You in corona, stone city and babalona | |
| Dominicians got a tight grip isatona | |
| Pyscho les: | |
| Catch me in corona, on a corner, hotter than daytona | |
| Sippin' arizona, power moves on a celly phona | |
| Touch tone flip, 9-11, the click, we connect like internet | |
| Cash checks, blast techs, that burn holes to lest bet, faggots | |
| Get they ass ripped, that quick, trying to play me like a camel | |
| Fuckin' with my moola, telling me to change my formula | |
| Alcohol and lye be the perfect combination, my organization move the nation | |
| Like automation, with no hesitation, no doubt son (naw mean?) | |
| It's off the books (it's off the books baby) it's off the books this year | |
| Baby | |
| Hook: | |
| Beatnuts, supa supreme team from queens | |
| Grand imperial and misters say "whoyounawmean?" (x4) | |
| Outro: | |
| 3 c-f mafia. corona killers. gray cisco. profile baby |
| zuò cí : Fernandez, Tineo | |
| Intro: | |
| Meanwhile in the control room at the back of the theater... | |
| These brats swam, i knew they would | |
| Your plan is working master. | |
| Of course! | |
| knocking who is it? | |
| Special delievery. | |
| Who? who is it? | |
| It' s a special delivery. | |
| Who is it. fuck it | |
| Ups open up. | |
| Psycho les: | |
| I just got this product transported for essay, gea, connect to say who ? | |
| Kid coming at your speakers, is the same kid that be like puuut puuut | |
| Puuut coming in chicas | |
| Keep shakin' that ass like a horny egyptian, as we proceed to rip shit | |
| Baby, i be stone crazy, red mercury blow your spot up | |
| I keep one eye on snakes the other on jakes | |
| 3rd eye on my money with no time to take a break | |
| They only break i make is when i gab the breed and jump in the getaway | |
| it' s got to be now but for now is the only way | |
| Pop my cd in your sony play, twist a fatty, kick back | |
| And enjoy what i got to say, cause this type of shit your don' t hear | |
| Everyday | |
| Juju: | |
| Big ju, rugged and rawnchy, never nonchalantly | |
| And huant me to live in this world that don' t want me | |
| A fowl nigga maybe the fowlest you' ll ever encounter | |
| Murder for the smallest amount, money to count | |
| Cuban cable givin' cash around the table | |
| My record label watchin' the sons steady and stable | |
| Bit my shit, but you wack and wasn' t able | |
| Silence, we bringin' the violence from the cradle | |
| Fatal when i see a bitch nigga and face, you like a foreigner frontin' in a | |
| Dangerous place | |
| You in corona, stone city and babalona | |
| Dominicians got a tight grip isatona | |
| Pyscho les: | |
| Catch me in corona, on a corner, hotter than daytona | |
| Sippin' arizona, power moves on a celly phona | |
| Touch tone flip, 911, the click, we connect like internet | |
| Cash checks, blast techs, that burn holes to lest bet, faggots | |
| Get they ass ripped, that quick, trying to play me like a camel | |
| Fuckin' with my moola, telling me to change my formula | |
| Alcohol and lye be the perfect combination, my organization move the nation | |
| Like automation, with no hesitation, no doubt son naw mean? | |
| It' s off the books it' s off the books baby it' s off the books this year | |
| Baby | |
| Hook: | |
| Beatnuts, supa supreme team from queens | |
| Grand imperial and misters say " whoyounawmean?" x4 | |
| Outro: | |
| 3 cf mafia. corona killers. gray cisco. profile baby |