[ 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 lau
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[ 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 lau
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