| 歌曲 | Let's Git Doe - Explicit |
| 歌手 | The Beatnuts |
| 专辑 | Take It Or Squeeze It |
| 作词 : Fernandez, Freeman, Tineo | |
| (Fatman Scoop) | |
| *cough, cough* | |
| Ya ya, ya | |
| Fatman Scoop, Beatnuts | |
| Yo, yo, yo yo | |
| Fatman Scoop, Crooklyn Clan | |
| Fatman Scoop, Crooklyn Clan | |
| Fatman Scoop, Crooklyn Clan | |
| Beatnuts, Beanuts, Beatnuts *echo out* | |
| (x2) | |
| (Psycho Les) | |
| Let's rock and roll | |
| Put some real hip hop in your soul | |
| Over this track there's no stoppin the flow | |
| Let's blast off in a ridiculous way | |
| Face off, like Nicolas Cage | |
| Slam pit, you get crushed, you should know better | |
| And now you stuck, like you don't know where to (go go) | |
| Make you a believer | |
| Chop you in the neck with a mothafuckin meat cleaver | |
| It's cool, you can fool the kids | |
| But you can't fool niggas that live | |
| The lifestyle, the lifestyle, the lifestyle, the lifestyle | |
| (Fatman Scoop) (CHORUS) | |
| Everybody let's get doe (get doe) | |
| VIP in the disco (disco) | |
| What you drinkin on cris mo (cris mo) | |
| Light it up and get twisto (twisto) | |
| (x2) | |
| (Juju) | |
| Yo, don't think about work, don't think about shit | |
| Don't drink just two shots, drink about six | |
| It's a party baby get that right | |
| Lotta ladies in the house tonight | |
| I'm fuckin drunk and the music is tight | |
| It's the nuts and we at it again | |
| Fuck this shit, either you or your friends better believe it | |
| Cuz the fun never ends, you know a live nigga never pretends | |
| Never cry about the money he spends | |
| Vacation mami, let that go, whatever happens here stay here, ain't that so? | |
| You sexy, better let that show | |
| Come over here and light that droe | |
| About love, we can make that slow | |
| (Fatman Scoop) | |
| You gotta bottle of Cris, throw it up, throw it up | |
| You got a bottle of Mo, throw it up, throw it up | |
| (x2) | |
| CHORUS (x2) | |
| (Psycho Les) | |
| Ain't nothin but crooks in here | |
| Everyone's high in here | |
| Beatnuts is pioneers | |
| Masters of the ceremony, takin it there | |
| Look at me, I'm a monster y'all created | |
| You met me once, now we related | |
| You goin' round town sayin Psych's my cousin | |
| Bitches see me on TV and scream 'That's my husband!' | |
| You want me to go down, down like Nelly | |
| But the dugout's smelly, so give me head and get the smell out the telly | |
| *Get the smell outta here* | |
| (Fatman Scoop) | |
| Go, go, go, go, go, go | |
| CHORUS (x2) | |
| All my ladies say uh oh *uh ohhhh* | |
| All my niggas say ay yo *ay yoooo* | |
| (x2) | |
| ay yoo, ay yoo, ay yoo, Beatnuts wild out | |
| (x4) | |
| Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, now keep your hands up | |
| Go, go, go, go, go, go, now keep your hands up | |
| Go, go, go, go, go, go, now keep your hands up | |
| Go, go, go, go, go, go, now keep your hands up |
| zuò cí : Fernandez, Freeman, Tineo | |
| Fatman Scoop | |
| cough, cough | |
| Ya ya, ya | |
| Fatman Scoop, Beatnuts | |
| Yo, yo, yo yo | |
| Fatman Scoop, Crooklyn Clan | |
| Fatman Scoop, Crooklyn Clan | |
| Fatman Scoop, Crooklyn Clan | |
| Beatnuts, Beanuts, Beatnuts echo out | |
| x2 | |
| Psycho Les | |
| Let' s rock and roll | |
| Put some real hip hop in your soul | |
| Over this track there' s no stoppin the flow | |
| Let' s blast off in a ridiculous way | |
| Face off, like Nicolas Cage | |
| Slam pit, you get crushed, you should know better | |
| And now you stuck, like you don' t know where to go go | |
| Make you a believer | |
| Chop you in the neck with a mothafuckin meat cleaver | |
| It' s cool, you can fool the kids | |
| But you can' t fool niggas that live | |
| The lifestyle, the lifestyle, the lifestyle, the lifestyle | |
| Fatman Scoop CHORUS | |
| Everybody let' s get doe get doe | |
| VIP in the disco disco | |
| What you drinkin on cris mo cris mo | |
| Light it up and get twisto twisto | |
| x2 | |
| Juju | |
| Yo, don' t think about work, don' t think about shit | |
| Don' t drink just two shots, drink about six | |
| It' s a party baby get that right | |
| Lotta ladies in the house tonight | |
| I' m fuckin drunk and the music is tight | |
| It' s the nuts and we at it again | |
| Fuck this shit, either you or your friends better believe it | |
| Cuz the fun never ends, you know a live nigga never pretends | |
| Never cry about the money he spends | |
| Vacation mami, let that go, whatever happens here stay here, ain' t that so? | |
| You sexy, better let that show | |
| Come over here and light that droe | |
| About love, we can make that slow | |
| Fatman Scoop | |
| You gotta bottle of Cris, throw it up, throw it up | |
| You got a bottle of Mo, throw it up, throw it up | |
| x2 | |
| CHORUS x2 | |
| Psycho Les | |
| Ain' t nothin but crooks in here | |
| Everyone' s high in here | |
| Beatnuts is pioneers | |
| Masters of the ceremony, takin it there | |
| Look at me, I' m a monster y' all created | |
| You met me once, now we related | |
| You goin' round town sayin Psych' s my cousin | |
| Bitches see me on TV and scream ' That' s my husband!' | |
| You want me to go down, down like Nelly | |
| But the dugout' s smelly, so give me head and get the smell out the telly | |
| Get the smell outta here | |
| Fatman Scoop | |
| Go, go, go, go, go, go | |
| CHORUS x2 | |
| All my ladies say uh oh uh ohhhh | |
| All my niggas say ay yo ay yoooo | |
| x2 | |
| ay yoo, ay yoo, ay yoo, Beatnuts wild out | |
| x4 | |
| Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, now keep your hands up | |
| Go, go, go, go, go, go, now keep your hands up | |
| Go, go, go, go, go, go, now keep your hands up | |
| Go, go, go, go, go, go, now keep your hands up |