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Tytuł: B-Boys Makin' With the Freak Freak

  • Wykonawca: Beastie Boys
  • Wy¶wietleń: 227
Putting Songs Together Ain't No Puzzle Like Yahtzee
  Sending This Out To K-Rob And Rahmalzee
  Let Me Introduce Myself On This Cut
  I'm Ad Rock, I'm Lit Like A Motherfuck
  Well, I'm Brewing Up Rhymes Like I Was Using A Still
  Kickin' An Old School Flow Like Mike McGill
  'Cause Yauch's On The Upright, The Shit Just Ain't Funny
  Got Fat Bass Lines Like Russel Simmons Steals Money
  Got Clientele, You Know I Rock Well
  And Then You're On My Dick Because I'm D.F.L.
  Yeah, Mike 'Cause Playing The Bass Is My Favorite Shit
  I Might Be A Hack On The Stand Up But I'm Working At It
  I Get My Hair Cut Correct Like Anthony Mason
  Then I Ride The I.R.T. Right Up To Penn Station
  Penn Station Up On 8th Ave.
  Listen All Y'all You get The Ball Bath
  He's Got The Savior Faire Because He's Debonair
  Mike D With The Vinyl With The Grooves So Rare
  And The Rhymes That We're Are Doo Doo
  
  
  Shit, if it's going to be that kind of a party
  I'm gonna stick my dick in the mashed potatoes
  
  
  Been Makin' With The Freak Freak, So Unique
  I Been Learning From The Elders Now It's Time To Speak
  Oh That Shit Sounds Nice
  Mike D Come On And Get It On Y'all
  Talking Shit About A Mile A Minute
  Put The Wax On The Table And Let The D.J. Spin It
  Excuse Me Motherfuckers, Can I Beg Your Pardon
  I'm Gonna See The Knicks At Madison Square Garden
  And Like The Knicks I Got Game Like I Worked At Hasbro
  On The Mic I Bug, Like I Was Prince Jazzbo
  The Rhymes Are Stupid To Make You Go Coo-Coo
  You Can't Sleep 'Cause You're Little Cindy Loo Hoo
  Down With The Hurra Since The Raising Hell Tour
  Just Listen To His Cuts There's No Reason To Tell More
  Cindy What I Didn't Catch The Last One
  That Shit Sounded Kinda Nice, But Bust A Fast One
  Well I'm Not Known For My Speed Raps
  So Grab The Microphone And Cut Out The Claps
  Ah Yea, I Like That Shit Is Kind Of Rough
  I'll Grab The Microphone And Fuck It Up
  
  
  I Might Seem Out There, A Little Deranged
  I've Got To Cool Off, Catch Me On The Driving Range
  Well I'm The Ladies' Choise Like I Was J.J. Evans
  Legalize The Weed And I'll Say Thank Heavens
  I'm Talking P.G.A. Pro Tour 2
  I'm Doctor Beppers In My T.V., In My Golfing Shoes
  Pass Me An Iron And I'll Bust A Chip Shot
  Then You Throw Me Off The Green Because I'm Strictly Hip-Hop
  I'll Grab The Tee, I'll Tee Off
  I'll Grab The Golf Clubs And I'm Off, I'm Audi- So Check Me
  I've Got The Timbos On My Toes When I'm Not On The Green
  I've Got The Costom Made Boots With The Spikey Things
  I'm Working On My Driving 'Cause I'm Going Pro
  I've Got The Funky Fly Golf Gear From Head To Toe
  Yea, The B-Boys Makin' With The Freak Freak
  Mario's Nagging Nonni's About The Pesto Pizza
  And Then He's On A Mission And He's Checking For Peacha