Worlds Famous Lyrics by Beatnuts, The

Worlds Famous Lyrics

    (it's not really spanish all the way
    But it's more - afro-spanish)

    (come on down)

    (you're listenin to the world's famous)

    Beatnuts y'all

    [ verse 1: psycho les ]
    The wiggedy-wicked
    Les starts to rip shit
    Beatnuts makin crazy noise with some hip shit
    24-track, e.q.-ed to attack
    Pump mo' watts than any radio shack
    Black, i stick to bein ruff and rugged
    Anti-pop, i guess i'll stay broke (fuck it!)
    A crazy hispanic, psycho les panic
    Nah, not me, i just pull the automatic
    Out the knapsack, and cold point it
    Blast ya, and leave your punk-ass disjointed
    Yo, i ain't goin out like a punk
    Nothin but fat rhymes and beats for your trunk to pump
    I make you wanna jump like kris kross
    (beatnuts gonna blow up!) slow down on that crazy horse
    My hand's tied from the mic it holdes
    I'ma jet up the block before the record shop closes

    [ verse 2: v.i.c. ]
    V.i.c., droppin styles you ain't used to
    Nice with the lyrics, when i produce i get looser
    Beats i got plenty, they come a dime a dozen
    I got more beats than puertoricans got cousins
    Diggin every day, i'm the breakbeat doodle
    I got the funky shit, ask my main man ju-ju
    Jump in the trunk, we audi on a mission
    (guess where we're goin?) philadelphia, beat-fishin
    There's always one store niggas always get stuck on
    I know a lotta spots that are ain't puttin ya up on
    Find your own beats, you're a real snuffalafagus
    Lazy muthafucka, you're always bummin off of us
    You know there's no one finer
    Diggin for shit from here to north carolina
    The name is v.i.c., it's time to dilly-dally
    First i hit texas, then i'm 'goin back to cali'

    [ verse 3: ju-ju ]
    Ju-ju, the true blue funk nigga
    Ill with the grooves, it's the real beat-digger
    (buyin old records is a habit) --> diamond d
    But if i can't afford to pay, i'll bag it
    You can laugh and joke, but you'll never see me smile
    Ruff and rugged, kickin the hardcore freestyle
    Flavor-filled funk, bust the way i word it
    Punks who pop junk, kid, tend to get murdered
    Not a violent kid, though
    Prefer to freak the flow, check it
    Loop a funky 45, and i'll wreck it
    Face it, here's somethin to make you jump around
    (jump around!) and 'get down, get down'
    Honeys always sock me tryin to get my attention
    Flexin, schemin on the carmel complexion
    Ju-ju, the beat man, under god's protection
    Beatnuts makin moves like a mob connection

    [ les ]
    Yeah, yeah
    Gonna send this one out
    To cool-ass fash
    My man daddy rich
    Can't forget lucien
    [name]
    Constipated monkeys
    [name] in the house
    My man johhny
    Word up

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