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World s 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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