World`s Famous Lyrics

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