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(it's not really spanish all the way |
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But it's more - afro-spanish) |
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(come on down) |
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(you're listenin to the world's famous) |
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Beatnuts y'all |
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[ verse 1: psycho les ] |
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The wiggedy-wicked |
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Les starts to rip shit |
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Beatnuts makin crazy noise with some hip shit |
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24-track, e.q.-ed to attack |
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Pump mo' watts than any radio shack |
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Black, i stick to bein ruff and rugged |
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Anti-pop, i guess i'll stay broke (fuck it!) |
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A crazy hispanic, psycho les panic |
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Nah, not me, i just pull the automatic |
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Out the knapsack, and cold point it |
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Blast ya, and leave your punk-ass disjointed |
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Yo, i ain't goin out like a punk |
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Nothin but fat rhymes and beats for your trunk to pump |
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I make you wanna jump like kris kross |
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(beatnuts gonna blow up!) slow down on that crazy horse |
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My hand's tied from the mic it holdes |
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I'ma jet up the block before the record shop closes |
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[ verse 2: v.i.c. ] |
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V.i.c., droppin styles you ain't used to |
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Nice with the lyrics, when i produce i get looser |
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Beats i got plenty, they come a dime a dozen |
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I got more beats than puertoricans got cousins |
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Diggin every day, i'm the breakbeat doodle |
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I got the funky shit, ask my main man ju-ju |
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Jump in the trunk, we audi on a mission |
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(guess where we're goin?) philadelphia, beat-fishin |
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There's always one store niggas always get stuck on |
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I know a lotta spots that are ain't puttin ya up on |
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Find your own beats, you're a real snuffalafagus |
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Lazy muthafucka, you're always bummin off of us |
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You know there's no one finer |
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Diggin for shit from here to north carolina |
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The name is v.i.c., it's time to dilly-dally |
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First i hit texas, then i'm 'goin back to cali' |
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[ verse 3: ju-ju ] |
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Ju-ju, the true blue funk nigga |
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Ill with the grooves, it's the real beat-digger |
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(buyin old records is a habit) --> diamond d |
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But if i can't afford to pay, i'll bag it |
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You can laugh and joke, but you'll never see me smile |
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Ruff and rugged, kickin the hardcore freestyle |
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Flavor-filled funk, bust the way i word it |
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Punks who pop junk, kid, tend to get murdered |
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Not a violent kid, though |
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Prefer to freak the flow, check it |
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Loop a funky 45, and i'll wreck it |
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Face it, here's somethin to make you jump around |
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(jump around!) and 'get down, get down' |
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Honeys always sock me tryin to get my attention |
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Flexin, schemin on the carmel complexion |
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Ju-ju, the beat man, under god's protection |
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Beatnuts makin moves like a mob connection |
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[ les ] |
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Yeah, yeah |
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Gonna send this one out |
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To cool-ass fash |
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My man daddy rich |
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Can't forget lucien |
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[name] |
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Constipated monkeys |
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[name] in the house |
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My man johhny |
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Word up |
