Álbum PAUL'S BOUTIQUE de Beastie Boys - Canciones


Listado de canciones del álbum PAUL'S BOUTIQUE

  1. To All The GirlsVer letra 3:37


    letra de To All The Girls

    To all the brooklyn girls
    To all the french girls
    To all the oriental girls
    To all the swiss girls
    To the italian women
    To the upper east side mombiles
    To all the jamaican girls
    And to the top-less dancers
    And brazilian
    To the southern belles
    To the porte rican girls
    To the stewardesses flying around the world...

  2. Shake Your RumpVer letra 3:37


    letra de Shake Your Rump

    Now Randy listen I rock a house party at the drop of a hat
    I beat a biter down with an aluminum bat
    a lot of people they be Jonesin' just to hear me rock the mic
    they'll be staring at the radio staying up all night
    so like a pimp I'm pimpin'
    I got a boat to eat shrimp in
    Nothing wrong with my leg just B-boy limpin'
    Got arrested at the Mardi Gras for jumping on a float
    My man MCA's got a beard like a billy goat
    oowah oowah is my disco call
    MCA hu-huh I'm gettin' rope y'all
    Routines I bust rhymes I write
    And I'll be busting routines and rhymes all night
    Like eating burgers or chicken or you'll be picking your nose
    I'm on time, homie, that's how it goes
    You heard my style I think you missed the point
    It's the joint
    Mike D with your bad self running things
    What's that with your bad breath onion rings
    I'm Mike D and I'm back from the dead
    Chillin' at the beaches down at Club Med
    Make another record 'cause the people they want more of this
    Suckers they be saying they can take out Adam Horovitz
    Hurricane you got clout
    Other DJ's he'll take your head out
    A puppet on a string I'm paid to sing or rhyme
    Or do my thing I'm
    In a lava lamp inside the brain hotel
    I might be peakin' or freakin' I rock well
    The Patty Duke the wrench and then I bust the tango
    Got more rhymes than Jamaicans got Lingo
    I got the peg leg at the end of my stump
    Shake your rump

    Never been dumped 'cause I'm the most mackinest
    Never been jumped 'cause I'm known the most packinest
    Yeah we've got beef chief
    We're knocking out teeth chief
    And if you don't believe us you should question your beliefKeith
    Like Sam the butcher bringing Alice the meat
    Like Fred Flintstone driving around with bald feet
    Should I have another sip no skip it
    In the back of the ride and bust with the whippet
    Rope a dope dookies all around the neck
    *Whoo ha got them all in check*
    Running from the law the press and the parents
    *Is your name Michael Diamond?*
    No mine's Clarence
    From downtown Manhattan the village
    My style was wild and you know that it still is
    Disco bag schlepping and you're doing the bump
    Shake your rump

  3. Johnny RyallVer letra 3:37


    letra de Johnny Ryall

    Johnny Ryall is the bum on my stoop
    I gave him fifty cents to buy some soup
    He knows the time with the fresh Gucci watch
    He's even more over than the mayor Ed Koch
    Washing windows on the Bowery at a quarter to four
    'Cause he ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
    Living on borrowed time and borrowed money
    Sleepin' on the street there ain't a damn thing funny
    Hand me down food and hand me down clothes
    A rockabilly past of which nobody knows
    Makes his home all over the place
    He goes to sleep by falling down on his face
    Sometimes known as the leader of the homeless
    Sometimes drunk and he's always phoneless
    Sleepin' on the street in a cardboard box
    He's better off drinkin' than smokin' the rocks
    Johnny Ryall

    He drinks where he lies
    He's covered with flies
    He's got the hand me down Pumas and the tie dyes
    Go upstate and get your head together
    Thunderbird is the word and you're light as a feather
    Detox at the flop house no booze allowed
    Remember the good old days with the rockabilly crowd
    Memphis is where he's from
    He lives in the street but he's no bum
    A rockabilly star from the days of old
    He used to have teeth all filled with gold
    A platinum voice but only gold records
    On the bass was boots on the drums was checkers
    Luis Vuitton with the Gucci guitar
    Johnny Ryall
    *Who do you think you are*
    Johnny Ryall

    Donald Trump Donald Tramp living in the Men's Shelter
    Wonder Bread bag shoes and singing Helter Skelter
    He asks for a dollar you know what it's for
    Bottle after bottle he'll always need more
    He's no less important than you working class stiffs
    Drinks a lot of liquor but he don't drink piss
    Paid his dues playing the blues
    He claims that he wrote the Blue Suede Shoes
    Elvis shaved his head when he went into the army
    *That's right y'all his name is*
    Johnny Ryall

  4. Egg Man 3:37
  5. High Plains DrifterVer letra 3:37


    letra de High Plains Drifter

    They can't catch me never gonna find me
    They're never gonna know that I'm the High Plains Drifter
    Pulled over to the river to take a rest
    Pulled out a pair of pliers and pulled the bullet out of mychest
    Fear and loathing across the country listening to my 8 track
    Reached behind the seat and grabbed a Kool from the pack
    Long distance from my girl and I'm talking on the cellular
    She said that she was sorry and I said yeah the hell you were
    Check my rear view mirror check the gold tooth display
    Check the odometer and I was on my way
    Cause I'm a high plains drifter the best that you can get
    A strapped shoplifter a pirate on cassette
    Bust a Travis Bickle when I feel that I'm getting pushed
    Don't step to me or you're gonna get mushed
    Doing 120 plowing over mail boxes
    Radar detector to tell me where the cops is
    Spend another night at the Motel 6
    It's five dollars extra get the porno flicks
    Concoct a black and tan in my brandy snifter
    I'm a kleptomaniac K-Mart shoplifter
    Cash flow getting low so I had to pull a job
    I found a nice place to visit but a better place to rob
    Left the car outside with the engine still revvin'
    Time to get busy at 7-Eleven
    Went inside to make my withdrawal
    I would've took what he had had had I had to take it all
    Knucklehead deli tried to gyp me on the price
    So I clocked him off the turban with the bag of ice
    Mellow like Jell-O cool like lemonade
    Made my getaway and I thought that I had it made
    I feel like Steve McQueen a former movie star
    Look in my rearview mirror seen a police car
    Ballantine quarts with the puzzle on the cap
    I couldn't help but notice I was caught in a speed trap
    Dirty Mary Crazy Larry on the run from Dirty Harry
    Stash the cash in the dash but my gun I did carry
    I'm seeing blue and red flashing deep in the night
    I got my alibi straight and I pulled over to the right
    Cop knocked on my window and said Boy where's the fire
    you've got a mailbox on your bumper and a bald front tire
    *Outta the car longhair* your goose is cooked
    Read me my rights fingerprinted and booked
    Makin' like a D.T. driving a Gran Fury
    Wherever I hang my hat's my home and my past is kind of blurry
    Every dog will have its day and mine will be in front of a jury
    I'm the High Plains Drifter and I'm never in a hurry
    Read me my rights as if I didn't know this
    Threw me in the tank with the drunk called Otis
    With his five o' clock shadow he smelled of 3-day old beer
    My man turned to me and said why are you here?
    I said I'm charming and dashing I'm rental car bashing
    Phony paper passing at Nix Check Cashing
    Went before the judge he sent me to the Brooklyn House of D.
    He said you behave son or we'll throw away the key
    Harry Houdini'd out the cuffs I kicked the screw in the knee
    Took the bailiff's wallet and went straight to O.T.B.
    I had a good feeling easy come easy go
    I bet on one horse to win and your mother to show
    And sure enough that nag came in
    Brought my ticket to the window and collected my win
    Broke into my new car with a wire coat hanger
    Hot wired hot wheeled and *Suzy is a headbanger*

  6. The Sound Of Science 3:37
  7. 3-Minute Rule 3:37
  8. Hey LadiesVer letra 3:37


    letra de Hey Ladies

    Hey ladies in the place I'm callin' out to ya
    There never was a city kid truer and bluer
    There's more to me than you'll ever know
    And I've got more hits than Sadaharu Oh
    Ton Thumb Tom Cushman or Tom Foolery
    Date women on T.V. with the help of Chuck Woolery
    Words are flowing out just like the Grand Canyon
    And I'm always out looking for a female companion
    I threw the lasso around the tallest one and dragged her to thecrib
    I took off her moccasins and put on my bib
    I'm wheelin' and dealin' I make a little bit of stealing
    I'll bring you back to the place and your dress I'm peeling
    Your body's on time and your mind is appealing
    Staring at the cracks up there upon the ceiling
    Some such nonsense is the bass that I'm throwing
    Talking to a girl telling her I'm all knowing
    She's talking to the kid to the who
    I'm telling here every lie that you know that I never did
    Me in the corner with a good looking daughter
    I dropped my drawers and it was welcome back Kotter
    We were cutting up the rug she started cutting up the carpet
    In my apartment I begged her please stop it
    The gift of gab is the gift that I have
    And that girl ain't nothing but the blue plate crab
    Special at Woodman's in Essex Mass
    Educated no stupid yes
    And when I say stupid I mean stupid fresh
    I'm not James at 15 or Chachi in charge
    I'm Adam and I'm adamant about living large
    With the white sassoons and the looks that kill
    Makin' love in the back of my Coupe De Ville
    I met a little cutie she was all hopped up on zootie
    I liked the little cutie but I kicked her in the bootie
    Cause I don't kinda go for that messin' around
    You be listening to my records' a number one sound
    Step to the rhythm step step to the ride
    I've got an open mind so why don't you all get inside
    Tune in tune on to my tune that's live
    Ladies flock like fish to my line

    She's got a gold tooth you know she's hardcore
    She'll show you a good time then she'll show you the door
    Break up with your girl it ended in tears
    Vincent Van Gogh and mail that ear
    I call her in the middle of the night when I'm drinking
    The phone booth on the corner is damp and it's stinking
    She said come on over it was me that she missed
    I threw that trash can through her window cause you know I gotdissed
    Your old lady left you and you went girls (x3) insane
    You blew yourself up in the back of the 6 train
    Take my advice at any price a gorilla like your mother is mightyweak
    Sucking down pints till I didn't know
    Woke up in the morning at the Won Ton Ho
    Cause I announce I like girls that bounce
    With the weight that pays about a pound per ounce
    Girls with curls and big long locks
    And beatnik chicks just wearing their smocks
    Walking high and mighty like she's #1 and
    *She thinks she's the passionate one*

  9. 5-Piece Chicken DinnerVer letra 3:37


    letra de 5-Piece Chicken Dinner

    Some hoopin' and a hollerin')
    Jeb.. get away from the bar-b-que man
    Don... get the hell away from that thing
    Don's, give me a kiss
    Won't you come and give me a kiss

  10. Looking Down The Barrel Of A GunVer letra 3:37


    letra de Looking Down The Barrel Of A Gun

    Rolling down the hill snowballing getting bigger
    An explosion in the chamber the hammer from the trigger
    I seen him get stabbed I watched the blood spill out
    He had more cuts than my man Chuck Chillout
    24 is my age 22 is my gauge
    Writing rhymes on a page going off in a rage
    Out on a mission a stolen car mission
    Had a little problem with the transmission
    3 on the tree in the middle of the night
    I have this steak on my head cause I got into a fist fight
    Life comes in phases take the good with the bad
    You bought those coins on the street and you got had
    It's all high spirit you know you gotta hear it
    Don't touch the mic baby don't come near it
    It's gonna get you it's gonna get you
    It's gonna get you girl it's gonna get you
    Looking down the barrel of a gun
    Son of a gun son of a bitch
    Getting paid getting rich
    Ultra violence running through my head
    Fuzzy navel y'all making me see red
    Rapid fire Louie like Rambo got bullets
    I'm a gonna die harder like my kid Bruce Willis Drummond
    I love girlies waxing and milking
    Got more excuses than my man Dave Scilkin
    Predetermined destiny is who I am
    You got your finger on the trigger like the Son of Sam I am
    Like Clockwork Orange going off on the town
    I've got posse bonanza to beat your ass down
    I'm mad at my desk and I'm writing all curse words
    Expressing my aggressions through my schizophrenic verse words
    You're a headless chicken chasin' a sucker free basin
    Looking for a fist to put your face in
    Get hip don't slip knuckle heads
    Racism is schism on the serious tip

  11. Car ThiefVer letra 3:37


    letra de Car Thief

    Some static started in the pool hall
    Hit a motherfucker's face with the cue ball
    Then I met this girl she tried to gank me
    So I smacked her in the booty with M.C. Plank Bee
    Me and my crew out breaking windows
    The bingo the lotto you know I'll never win those
    Possession is half the law
    I had my routines before all y'all
    Your whole life is coming apart at the seams
    You ain't nothing but a car thief biting routines
    I'm a city slicker I ain't no townie
    Right now I wish I had another hash brownie
    Like Ricky always said you've got to toke and pass
    Or Mookie's gonna kick your fuckin' ass
    You try to take what isn't yours like a God damn rat
    See personally I wouldn't want to go out like that

    I'm a writer a poet a genius I know it
    I don't buy cheeba I grow it Marijuana
    People always trying to get next to me
    I had a beautiful experience on Ecstasy
    Smoked up a bag of elephant tranquilizer
    Because I had to deal with a money hungry miser
    Had a caine filled Kool with my man Rush Rush
    Saw my teeth fall in the sink when I started to brush
    You be doing nose candy on the Bowie Coke Mirror
    My girl asked for some but I pretended not to hear her
    You can't deny me you always want to try me
    You're just gonna get your ass kicked
    Homeboy throw in the towel
    Your girl got dicked by Ricky Powell
    The Godfather of Soul is in the belly of the beast
    For smoking that dust at St. Anthony's Feast

    All the wife beaters and all the tax cheaters
    Sitting in the White House pulling their peters
    Buy my cheeba from the cop down the street
    The only cop with a rope chain walking the beat
    Like a sneaky pouch time bomb tickin'
    Like the beat to my rhyme just kickin'
    Space cake cookies I discover who I am
    I'm a dusted old bummy Hurdy Gurdy Man
    Five-O caught me now I'm going to the mountains
    Said good-bye to my girl my lawyers and accountants
    My mind is kinda rhymin and I think I oughta think
    So I'm rockin all the rhymes and I'll have another drink
    So the lights are flashing my mind is spinning
    I feel like it is always the beginning
    Of another rhyme I'm rapping M.C.'ing I rock
    You ain't nothing but a car thief who must be stopped

  12. What Comes AroundVer letra 3:37


    letra de What Comes Around

    Soft overripe fresh skeezed California females
    With 3-inch cherry red press-on Lee nails
    Reach into my mind for the rhymes I'm seeking
    Like a garbage bag full overflowing now it's leaking
    Rapunzel Rapunzel let down your hair
    So I can climb up and get into your underwear
    Rat soup eating test cheating no business punk
    You're insecure born in the junkyard with the junk
    You've gone wet look crazy and messed with your head
    You fucked around and wound up with the bald skin head
    You're all mixed up like pasta primavera
    Why'd you throw that chair at Geraldo Rivera
    Cause one man's ceiling is another man's floor
    So get that money out of your ass you whore
    I brought her upstairs onto the roof
    I dogged your wife and she is a doofus
    Clean B cleaning the G spot you know that we've got
    Dolemite's house and you have not
    Look out my window look over the city
    With two black eyes your girl ain't that pretty
    Why you wanna beat that brat with a bat
    Why you wanna beat your girl like that
    Living in the rat race smoking rat weed
    You reap what you sow when you plant the seed
    Bum cheese on rye with ham and prosciutto
    Got more Louie than Phil Rizzuto

  13. ShadrachVer letra 3:37


    letra de Shadrach

    Riddle me this brother can you handle it
    Your style to my style you can't hold a candle to it
    Equinox symmetry and the balance is right
    Smokin' and drinkin' on a Tuesday night
    It's not how you play the game it's how you win it
    I cheat and steal and sin and I'm a cynic
    For those about to rock we salute you
    The dirty thoughts for dirty minds we contribute to
    I once was lost but now I'm found
    The music washes over and you're one with the sound
    Who shall inherit the earth the meek shall
    I think I'm starting to peak now Al
    From S.S. Decontrol and the man upstairs I hope that he cares
    If I had a penny for my thoughts I'd be a millionaire
    We're just 3 M.C.'s and we're on the go
    Only 24 hours in a day
    Only 12 notes a man can play
    Music for all and not just one people
    And now we're gonna bust with the Putney Swope sequel
    More Adidas sneakers that a plumber got pliers
    Got more suites that Jacoby & Meyers
    If not for my vices my bugged out desires
    My year would be good just like Goodyear's tires
    So I'm out pickin' pockets at the Atlantic Antic
    And nobody wants to hear you cause your rhymes are so frantic
    I mix business with pleasure way too much
    I mean wine and women and song and such
    I don't get blue I gotta mean red streak
    You don't pay the band your friends and that's weak
    Get even like Steven like pulling a Rambo
    Steal from the rich and I'm out robbing banks
    Give to the poor and I always give thanks
    Got more stories that J.D. Salinger
    I hold the title and you are the challenger
    I've got money like Charles Dickens
    Got the girlies in the Couple like the Colonel's got thechickens
    Always go out dapper like Harry S. Truman
    I'm madder than Mad's Alfred E. Newman
    *Never gonna let them say that I don't love you*
    My noggin is hoggin all kinds of thoughts
    Adam Yoggin is Yauch and he's rockin of course
    Smoke the holy chalice got my own religion
    Rally round the stage and check the funky dope musicians
    Jerry Lee Swaggert or Jerry Lee Falwell
    You love Mario Andretti cause he always drives his car well
    Vicious circle of reality since the day you were born
    And we love the hot butter on what the popcorn
    Sippin on wine and mackin
    Rockin on the stage with all the hands clappin
    Ride the wave of fate it don't ride me
    *Being very proud to be an M.C.*
    And the man upstairs I hope that he cares
    If I had a penny for my thoughts I'd be a millionaire
    Amps and crossovers under my rear hood
    The bass is bumpin from the back of my Fleetwood BroughamD'Elegance
    They tell us what to do hell no

  14. Ask For JaniceVer letra 3:37


    letra de Ask For Janice

    The best in men's clothing
    Call paul's boutique ask for janice
    The number is ah (718) 498-1043
    That's paul's boutique and they're in brooklyn...

  15. B-Boy BouillabaisseVer letra 3:37


    letra de B-Boy Bouillabaisse

    [Get On the Mic]

    Get on the mic Mike let's be real and don't cloud the issue
    The rhymes are dope an M.C. you must listen to
    People say that they been missin' me and missin' you
    Get on the mic and let's show them like we used to
    You say fuck that yo holmes fuck this
    The king Ad-Whammy your Dick Butkus
    One half science and the other half soul
    His name's Mike D. not Fat Morton Jelly Roll
    M.C. Busy Le Disco fooled around in Fresno
    Got over on your girlie cause you know she never says no
    Well Mike D. is a special individual
    Pulling out knots pulling in residuals
    Go to the movies get the Rolos the cholos riding slow and low
    Mike on the mic and bust with the solo
    Mike my stromy don't be so selfish
    Get on the mic cause you know you eat shellfish

    [Stop That Train]

    It's 4:00 a.m. I've got the Dr. Hfuhruhurr Ale
    I've got nothing to lose so I'm pissin' on the third rail
    Groggy eyed and fried I'm headed for the station
    D-Train ride to Coney Island vacation
    Dedicated to the boofers in the back of the 1 train
    They'll be kicking out windows high on cocaine
    Then I ump the turnstyle I lost my last token
    Riding between the cars pissing smoking
    Head for the last car fluorescent light blackout
    Policeman told my homeboy put that crack out
    You know you light up when the lights go down
    Then you read the New York Post Fulton St. downtown
    Same faces every day but you don't know their names
    Party people going placed on the D-Train

    Trench coat wing tip going to work
    And you'll be pulling a train like Captain Kirk
    Pick pocket gangsters paying their debts
    I caught a bullet in the lung from Bernie Goetz
    Overworked and underpaid staring at the floor
    Prostitutes spandex caught in the slide doors
    Stuck between the stations it seems like an eternity
    Sweating like sardines in a flophouse fraternity
    $50.00 fine for disturbing the peace
    The neck tortoise your Lees are creased
    Hot cup of coffee and the donuts are Dunkin
    Friday night and Jamaica Queens funkin
    Elevated platform never gonna conform
    Riding over the diner where I always get my toast warm
    Bust into the conductor's booth and busted out rhymes
    Over the loud speaker about the hard times
    Sat across from a man readin El Diario
    Riding the train down from El Barrio
    Went from the station straight to Orange Julius
    I bought a hot dog from my man George Drakoulias

    [Year and a Day]

    M.C. for what I AM and do
    the A is for Adam and the lyrics; true
    so as pray and hope and the message is sent
    and I AM living in the dreams that I have dreamt
    because I'm down with the three the unstoppable three
    me and Adam and D. were born to M.C.
    and my body and soul and mind are pure
    not polluted or diluted or damaged beyond cure
    just lyrics from I to you recited
    arrested, bailed but cuffed and indicted
    enter the arena as I take center stage
    the lights set low and the night has come of age
    take the microphone in hand as that I am a professional
    speak my knowledge to the crowd and the ed. is special
    for I AM a bard but not the last one
    I'm my own king and this is my castle
    dwell in realms of now but vidi those of the past
    seen a glimpse from ahead and I don't think it's gonna last
    and you can bet your ass

    I drop the L. when I'm skiing
    I'm smoking and peaking
    I put the skis on the roof almost every single weekend
    can't stop the mindfuck when it's rolling along
    can't stop the smooth runnin's when the shit's running strong
    broke my bindings the lion with wings
    preaching his word in the B. Boy sing
    I AM one with myself as I turn to The
    I prefer the dreams to reality
    I prefer my life don't need no other man's wife
    don't need no crazy lifestyle with stress and strife
    but it's good to have turn to be a king for a day
    or for a week or for a year or for a year in a day
    come what may

    I'm fishing with my boat and I'm fishing for trout
    mix the Bass Ale with the Guiness Stout
    fishing for a line inside my brain
    and looking out at the world through my window pane
    every day has many colors cuz the glass is stained
    everything has changed but remains the same
    so once again the mirror raised and I see myself as clear as day
    and I AM going to the limits of my ultimate destiny
    feeling as though Somebody were testing me
    He who sees the end from the beginning of time
    looking forward through all the ages is, was and always shall be
    check the prophetic sections of the pages

    He goes by the name of Disco Dave

    [Hello Brooklyn]

    Hello Brooklyn

    New York New York it's a hell of a town
    The Bronx is up and I'm Brooklyn down
    They don't know my name they only know my initials
    Building bombs in the attic for elected officials
    I quit my job I cut my hair
    I cut my boss cause I don't care
    You tried to get slick you bust a little chuckle
    You're gonna get smacked with my gold finger knuckle
    Cause being as fly as me is something you never thought of
    You'll be sticking up old ladies with the hand gun or the sawed-off
    Like a buffalo soldier I'm broader than Broadway
    Keep keepin' on I don't care what they say
    I play my stereo loud it disturbs my neighbors
    I want to enjoy the fruits of my labor
    Cause I am the holder of the 3-pack Bonanza
    If you open the book then you will get your hand slapped
    I am the keeper of the 3-pack Bonanza
    If you ask a question you will get the answer
    Her breast I saw I reached I felt
    M.O.N.E.Y. the belt
    I stay at home just like a hermit
    I got the jammy but I don't got the permit
    Yes you got a boyfriend and indeed his name is Slick Nick
    that is why Annabelle you're caught with the shrimpy limp dick trick
    I ride around town cause my ride is fly
    I shot a man in Brooklyn just to watch him die

    [Dropping Names]

    He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost
    He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost
    She's slippin through his fingers as she's movin' out to the coast
    He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost

    If your world was all black and if your world was all white
    Then you wouldn't get much color out of life now right
    Nicknamed Shamrock my name is not Shamus
    Girlies on the tippy cause my homie is famous
    My name is not O'Houigheighi Nor is it Brian
    If I said that I was weak you know I'd be lyin'
    Suckers try to bite they try to pursue it
    If you explain to a musician he'll tell that he knows it but he just can't do it

    [Lay It On Me]

    Chinese eyes and Chinese suits
    Smokin' much Buddha and smokin' much boots
    More updated on the hip-hop lingo
    My favorite New York Knick was Hawthorne Wingo
    Met a girl at a party and I gave her my card
    You know that it said Napoleon Bonaparte
    Peepin' out the colors I be buggin' on Cezanne
    They call me Mike D Joe Blow the Lover Man
    Your face turns red as your glass of wine
    You spilled on my lyrics as you wasted my time
    Girl you should be with me you should drop that bum
    Cause I got more flavor than Fruit Striped Gum
    With that big round butt of yours
    I'd like to butter your muffin I'm not bluffin'
    Serve you on a platter like Thanksgiving stuffin'

    [Mike On the Mic]

    Here's another one for y'all to peep
    It's called M-I-K-E on the M-I-C.

    I met this girl last night with a peculiar cackle
    I laid the bait and then she took the tackle
    Had too much to drink at the Red Lobster
    Now the room is spinning around like the blades of a helicopter
    I never met a girl that was too finicky
    If the press has their way then they're going to finish me
    You might know this but you've never been this see
    If I ate spinach then I'd be called Spinach D
    I shed light like cats shed fur
    Ride around town like Raymond Burr
    I'm so high that they call me Your Highness
    If you don't know me then pardon my shyness
    I live in the Village wherever I go I walk to
    I keep my friends around so I have someone to talk to
    I play my music loud because you know it's got clout to it
    It's a trip it's got a funky beat and I can bug out to it

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