Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pork Rind Disco, artist - The Chicharones. Date of issue: 14.07.2012
Song language: English
Pork Rind Disco |
| 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 |
| ? |
| 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| And everything it touches is obsolete out of date out of style |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 ?? |
| ?? |
| 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 |