Pork Rind Discotheque - The Chicharones

Welcome everybody put down your problems for a minute

There’s a party going on jump into it

It’s a pork grind disco

I wig like pistol Pete

Sleep from Chicharones (a sixth of nabisco)

Get it or don’t my hand printed in?

I let the senator know

We need the medicine grown

And all my benefits gone

Someone said it before man they couldn’t be wrong

Just wanna kick one of them fun raps

The result after I smoke a hundred and one dub sacks

I just chill but my brain’s on spinners

I got more raps than Atkins

Fast with?

I fooled you, like swordmaking

I don’t give a damn I’m gonna flood the market with whatever I’m saying

Gangsters lean ballers bleat and that kid Sleep he’s just doing his thing

We go to the Chicharones show

All the girls and the Charlie’s angels

Champagne flows ain’t no whisky rivers

The atmosphere’s electric its risky business

Hey I ain’t looking for a buddy or a pal

You don’t know me and you don’t know my style

We came to bring the name a little bit of fame

Chicharones take it home sicker than a?

Do it for the crowd

Ha, they do what they please

Some nights they shout back

Some times they cackle in tears

We do it for the kids in the days of the breaks

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just about to lick the glaze off of cakes

Put the shine in the mind cause that’s all it takes

A little ambivalent?

in mistakes

In and out before the?

breaks the?

And everything it touches is obsolete out of date out of style

I’m a model citizen with the bottle in my hand

The can to the throttle man I thought you’d understand

Play the hand when it’s time to get the head over heels

You look fantastic, tell me how that feels

We rock the shows

It’s not enough to just blow off steam and throw in the towel

Still we throw up the owl (x2)

I got no goal but I wear slick suits

With a crisp gold tie and snakes in boots

And he’s a?

to tear a hole in the mic

And I’m about to get down now we’re winners at life

Just begin a statement as in formal affairs

Diplomatically immune to your chrome crosshairs

How dare them think they pointing that weapon at me

Wouldn’t make me blink I dodge the little bullets with ease

Just keep ??

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let it get a little grease

Then rest my head on a bed of green leaves

That I can roll up and smoke good whenever I please

Forever at ease we play it cool like the breeze

We’re feeling real good right now and how

We prove it by making good music

One of the coolest unions, we’re here to make you lose it