The Beatnuts - World 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 sh** Beatnuts makin crazy noise with some hip sh** 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 (F**k 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-a** 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 sh**, 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 n***as 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 snuffalaf*gus Lazy muthaf**ka, you're always bummin off of us You know there's no one finer Diggin for sh** 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 n***a 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-a** Fash My man Daddy Rich Can't forget Lucien (Name) Constipated Monkeys (Name) in the house My man Johhny Word up