Worlds Famous lyrics Lyrics

song 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 song lyrics