Intro:
Es hermanos de lo que sido, amigo?
Try to play me close and get loose
Try to play me close and get loose
(Damn, my ears are burning hot!)
Damn, damn, damn, damn my ears are burning hot!
Damn,goddamn,goddamn, damn my ears are burning hot!
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Verse One: Fashion
Damn my ears are burning hot
I think I got fakin the funk
Motherfucks up in my spot
They know I'm gonna blow
So they press up on
The crew like gets dissed
Like a fool when I'm gone
SO GET OUT, AND LEAVE ME ALONE,
CLOSE MY DOOR!
I gotta whisper cause I got
Some fuckin' ears on my floor
They're tryin' to catch on
To see who I'm givin' the hoot
There it is square biz
Don't say my kids
[Psycho Les]
All these phony motherfuckers wanna shake my hand
And behind my back talk shit to the next man
Click, bam, a hit to your block, you got beats, but stop!
Your shit is wack!
[Fashion]
Yeah, you better keep it subliminal
Cause I don't play, some say
My style's type criminal
And we can get down, yo for real
Yeah, so whatever kid, do what you feel, sucker!
Chorus: repeat 4X
[P. Les] Try to play me close and get ghost, sucker!
[Fashion]Beatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers!
Verse Two: Psycho Les, Fashion
You see me and I see you
But you still want to act like
You don't see me, cool
Years ago an A&R dissed
Our fuckin' demos and said
That shit was scarred
BITCH, YOU BIG-TIME BITCH YOUR FOAMIN'
YOUR LABEL'S SHIT AND YOU'LL REGRET IT IN A MOM
