Текст песни The Beatnuts - Intoxicated Demons EP
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(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-wickedLes starts to rip shitBeatnuts makin crazy noise with some hip shit24-track, e.q.-ed to attackPump mo` watts than any Radio ShackBlack, I stick to bein ruff and ruggedAnti-pop, I guess I`ll stay broke (Fuck it!)A crazy hispanic, Psycho Les panicNah, not me, I just pull the automaticOut the knapsack, and cold point itBlast ya, and leave your punk-ass disjointedYo, I ain`t goin out like a punkNothin but fat rhymes and beats for your trunk to pumpI make you wanna jump like Kris Kross(Beatnuts gonna blow up!) Slow down on that Crazy HorseMy hand`s tied from the mic it holdesI`ma jet up the block before the record shop closes[ VERSE 2: V.I.C. ]V.I.C., droppin styles you ain`t used toNice with the lyrics, when I produce I get looserBeats I got plenty, they come a dime a dozenI got more beats than Puertoricans got cousinsDiggin every day, I`m the breakbeat doodleI got the funky shit, ask my main man Ju-JuJump in the trunk, we Audi on a mission(Guess where we`re goin?) Philadelphia, beat-fishinThere`s always one store niggas always get stuck onI know a lotta spots that are ain`t puttin ya up onFind your own beats, you`re a real snuffalafagusLazy muthafucka, you`re always bummin off of usYou know there`s no one finerDiggin for shit from here to North CarolinaThe name is V.I.C., it`s time to dilly-dallyFirst I hit Texas, then I`m `goin back to Cali`[ VERSE 3: Ju-Ju ]Ju-Ju, the true blue funk niggaIll with the grooves, it`s the real beat-digger(Buyin old records is a habit) --> Diamond DBut if I can`t afford to pay, I`ll bag itYou can laugh and joke, but you`ll never see me smileRuff and rugged, kickin the hardcore freestyleFlavor-filled funk, bust the way I word itPunks who pop junk, kid, tend to get murderedNot a violent kid, thoughPrefer to freak the flow, check itLoop a funky 45, and I`ll wreck itFace it, here`s somethin to make you jump around(Jump around!) And `get down, get down`Honeys always sock me tryin to get my attentionFlexin, schemin on the carmel complexionJu-Ju, the beat man, under God`s protectionBeatnuts makin moves like a mob connection[ Les ]Yeah, yeahGonna send this one outTo cool-ass FashMy man Daddy RichCan`t forget Lucien[Name]Constipated Monkeys[Name] in the houseMy man JohhnyWord up