World's Famous Lyrics - Beatnuts

(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