So
What'Cha Want
To Mario C. You Just Running
On Track
Well Just Plug Me In Just
Like I Was Eddie Harris
You're Eating Crazy Cheese
Like You Would Think I'm From Paris huhaa
You Know I Get Fly You Think
I Get High
You Know That I'm Gone And
I'ma' Tell You All Why
So Tell Me Who Are You Dissin'
Maybe I'm Missin'
The Reason That You're Smilin'
or Wildin' So Listen
In My Head I Just Want To
Take 'em Down
Imagination Set Loose And
I'm Gonna' Shake 'em Down
Let It Flow Like A Mud Slide
When I Get On I Like To
Ride And Glide
I've Got Depth Of Perception
In My Text Y'all
I Get Props At My Mention
'Cause I Vex Y'All
So What'cha What'cha What'cha
Want What'cha Want
You're So Funny With My
Money That You Flaunt You Flaunt
I Said Where'd You Get Your
Information From Huh
You Think That You Can Front
When Revelation Comes
"Yeah You Can't Front On
That"
Well They Call Me Mike D
The Ever Loving Man
I'm Like Spoonie Gee Well
I'm The Metropolitician
You Scream And You Holler
About My Chevy Impala
But The Sweat Is Getting
Wet Around The Ring Around Your Collar
But Like A Dream I'm Flowing
Without No Stopping
Sweeter Than A Cherry Pie
With Ready Whip Topping
Goin' From Mic To Mic Kickin'
It Wall To Wall
Well I'll Be Calling Out
You People Like A Casting Call
Ah Well It's Wack When You're
Jacked In The Back Of A Ride
With Your Know With Your
Flow When You're Out Getting By
Believe Me What You See
Is What You Get
And You See Me I'm Coming
Off As You Can Bet
Well I Think I'm Losing
My Mind This Time
This Time I'm Losing My
Mind That's Right
I Said I Think I'm Losing
My Mind This Time
This Time I'm Losing My
Mind
"Yeah You Can't Front On
That"
But Little Do You Know About
Something That I Talk
About I'm Tired Of Driving
It's Due Time That I Walk haa
About But In The Meantime,
I'm Wise To The Demise
I've Got Eyes In The Back
Of My Head So I Realize
Ah Well I'm Dr. Spock I'm
Here To Rock Y'All
I Want You Off The Wall
If You're Playing The Wall
I Said What'cha What'cha
What'cha Want What'cha Want
I Said What'cha What'cha
What'cha Want What'cha Want
Y'All Suckers Write Me Checks
And Then They Bounce
So I Reach Into My Pocket
For The Fresh Amount
See I'm The Long Leaner
Victor The Cleaner
I'm The Illest Motherfucker
From Here To Gardena
Well I'm As Cool As A Cucumber
In A Bowl Of Hot Sauce
You've Got The Rhyme And
Reason But Got No Cause
But If You're Hot To Trot
You Think You're Slicker Than Grease
I've Got News For You Crews
You'll Be Sucking Like A Leach
"Yeah You Can't Front On
That"
So What'cha What'cha What'cha
Want What'cha Want
So What'cha What'cha What'cha
Want So What'cha Want
I Said What'cha What'cha
What'cha Want What'cha Want
I Said What'cha What'cha
What'cha Want So What'cha Want
Ch-Check It Out
All you trekkies and TV
addicts
Don't mean to diss
Don't mean to bring static
All you klingons in the
fuckin' house
Grab your backstreet friend
and get loud
Blowin' doors off hinges
I'll grab you with the pinchers
And no i didn't retire
I'll snatch you up
With the needle nose pliers
Like mutual of omaha
Got the ill boat
You've never seen before
Gliding in the glades
And like lorne greene
You know i get paid
Like caprese and with the
basil
Not goofy like darren or
hazel
I'm a mother fucking nick
at night with
Classics rerunning that
you know all right
Now remain calm no alarm
Cause my farm ain't fat
So what's up with that
I've got friends and family
that i respect
When i think i'm too good
They put me in check
So believe when i say i'm
no better than you
Except when i rap
So i guess it ain't true
Like that y'all and you
just don't stop
Guaranteed to make your
body rock
Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check
it out
What-wha-what-what-what's
it all about
Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work
it out
Let's turn this motherfuckin'
party out
Said, "doc what's the condition
I'm a man that's on a mission"
Said, "son, you'd better
listen
Stuck in your ass
Is an electrician"
Like a scientist
Mmmm when i'm applying this
Method of controlling my
mind
Like einstein and the rappin'
duke combined
Hey baby bubba now what
the deal
I didn't know you go for
that mass appeal
Some call it salugi
Some hot potato
I stole your mic and you
won't see it later
Cause i work magic like
a magician
I add up like a mathematician
I'm a bank cashier
Engineer
I wear cotton but i don't
wear sheer
Shazam and abracadabra
In the whip i'm gonna cruise
past ya
Yo money, don't chump yourself
Put that shit back on the
shelf
Light rays blazin'
You're out of phase
And my crews amazin'
We're working on the record
yo
So stay patient
Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check
it out
What-wha-what-what-what's
it all about
Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work
it out
Let's turn this motherfuckin'
party out
Now, i go by the name of
the king adrock
I don't wear a cup nor a
jock
I bring the shit that's
beyond bizarre
Like miss piggy
Who moi
I am the one with the clientele.
You say, "adrock, you rock
so well"
I've got class like pink
champale
Mca grab the mic before
the mic goes stale
Don't test me
They can't arrest me
I'll fake right cross-over
and shoot lefty
You look upset, yo calm
down
You look cable guy dunked
off of your crown
I flow like smoke out a
chimney
You never been me
You wanna rap but what you're
making ain't hip hop b
Get your clothes right out
the dryer
Put armor all up on your
tire
Sport that fresh attire
Tonight we goin' out set
the town on fire
Set the town ablaze
Gonna stun and amaze
Ready to throw a craze
Make your granny shake her
head
And say, "those were the
days"
Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check
it out
What-wha-what-what-what's
it all about
Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work
it out
Let's turn this motherfuckin'
party out |
Brass
Monkey
(Chorus) Brass Monkey -
that funky Monkey
Brass Monkey - junkie
That funky Monkey
Got this dance that's more
than real
Drink Brass Monkey - here's
how you feel
Put your left leg down -
your right leg up
Tilt your head back - let's
finish the cup
M.C.A. with the bottle -
D. rocks the can
Adrock gets nice with Charlie
Chan
We're offered Moet - we
don't mind Chivas
Wherever we go with bring
the Monkey with us
Adrock drinks three - Mike
D. is D.
Double R. foots the bill
most definitely
I drink Brass Monkey and
I rock well
I got a Castle in Brooklyn
- that's where I dwell
(repeat chorus)
Cause I drink it anytime
- and anyplace
When it's time to get ill
- I pour it on my face
Monkey tastes Def when you
pour it on ice
Come on y'all it's time
to get nice
Coolin' by the lockers getting
kind of funky
Me and the crew - we're
drinking Brass Monkey
This girl walked by - she
gave me the eye
I reached in the locker
- grabbed the Spanish Fly
I put it with the Monkey
- mixed it in the cup
Went over to the girl, "Yo
baby, what's up?"
I offered her a sip - the
girl she gave me lip
It did begin the stuff wore
in and now she's on my tip
(repeat chorus)
Step up to the bar - put
the girl down
She takes a big gulp and
slaps it around
Take a sip - you can do
it - you get right to it
We had a case in the place
and we went right through it
You got a dry Martini -
thinking you're cool
I'll take your place at
the bar - I smack you off your stool
I'll down a '40 dog" in
a single gulp
And if you got beef you'll
get beat to a pulp
Monkey and parties and reelin'
and rockin'
Def, def - girls, girls
- all y'all jockin'
The song and dance keeping
you in a trance
If you don't buy my record
I got my advance
I drink it - I think it
- I see it - I be it
I love Brass Monkey but
I won't give D. it
We got the bottle - you
got the cup
Come on everybody let's
get ffffff
(repeat chorus)
No Sleep
Till Brooklyn
(Chorus) No sleep 'til -
Brooklyn
Foot on the pedal - never
ever false metal
Engine running hotter than
a boiling kettle
My job's ain't a job - it's
a damn good time
City to city - I'm running
my rhymes
On location - touring around
the nation
Beastie Boys always on vacation
Itchy trigger finger but
a stable turntable
I do what I do best because
I'm illing and able
Ain't no faking - your money
I'm taking
Going coast to coast - watching
all the girlies shaking
While you're at the job
working nine to five
The Beastie Boys at the
Garden - cold kickin' it live
(bridge) No sleep 'til -
Another place - another
train
Another bottle in the brain
Another girl - another fight
Another drive all night
Our manager's crazy - he
always smokes dust
He's got his own room at
the back of the bus
Tour around the world -
you rock around the clock
Plane to hotel - girls on
the jock
We're thrashing hotels like
it's going out of style
Getting paid along the way
cause it's worth your while
Four on the floor - Adrock's
out the door
M.C.A.'s in the back because
he's skeezin' with a whore
We got a safe in the trunk
with money in a stack
With dice in the front and
Brooklyn's in the back
(repeat bridge)
(repeat chorus)
Ain't seen the light since
we started this band
M.C.A. - get on the mic
my man
Born and bred Brooklyn -
U.S.A.
They all me Adam Yauch -
but I'm M.C.A.
Like a lemon to a lime -
a lime to a lemon
I sip the def ale with all
the fly women
Got limos, arena, TV shows
Autograph pictures and classy
hos
Step off homes - get out
of my way
Taxing little girlies form
here to L.A.
Waking up but I get to sleep
Cause I'll be rocking this
party eight days a week
(repeat chorus) |
