Lyrics Pork Rind Discotheque - The Chicharones

Pork Rind Discotheque

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And everything it touches is obsolete out of date out of style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