(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
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World's Famous
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The Beatnuts |