The Beatnuts, V.I.C. - World’s Famous lyrics
[The Beatnuts, V.I.C. - World’s Famous lyrics]
Beatnuts y'all
The wiggedy-wick-ed, Les starts to rip shit
Beatnuts makin' crazy noise with
Some hip shit 24 track, eq-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
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
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
VIC, 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
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 VIC, it's time to dilly dally
First I hit Texas
Then I'm 'goin back to Cali'
Ju-Ju, the true blue funk nigga
Ill with the grooves
It's the real beat-digger 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
And 'get down, get down'
Honeys always sock me tryin
To get my attention
Flexin, schemin' on the caramel complexion
Ju-Ju, the beat man, under God's protection
Beatnuts makin moves like a mob connection
Yeah, yeah gonna send this one out
To cool-ass Fash my man Daddy Rich
Can't forget Lucien constipated Monkeys
In the house my man Johhny
Word up
The wiggedy-wick-ed, Les starts to rip shit
Beatnuts makin' crazy noise with
Some hip shit 24 track, eq-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
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
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
VIC, 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
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 VIC, it's time to dilly dally
First I hit Texas
Then I'm 'goin back to Cali'
Ju-Ju, the true blue funk nigga
Ill with the grooves
It's the real beat-digger 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
And 'get down, get down'
Honeys always sock me tryin
To get my attention
Flexin, schemin' on the caramel complexion
Ju-Ju, the beat man, under God's protection
Beatnuts makin moves like a mob connection
Yeah, yeah gonna send this one out
To cool-ass Fash my man Daddy Rich
Can't forget Lucien constipated Monkeys
In the house my man Johhny
Word up