Álbum: SOLID GOLD HITS

Listado de Canciones

1. So What'cha Want
2. Brass Monkey

   Letra

   Brass Monkey That funky Monkey Brass Monkey junkie That funky Monkey Brass Monkey Got this dance that's more than real Drink Brass Monkey, here's how you feel You 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 Ad-Rock gets nice with Charlie Chan We're offered Moët, we don't mind Chivas Wherever we go we 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 Brass Monkey That funky Monkey Brass Monkey junkie That funky Monkey Brass Monkey '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, gettin' 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 Brass Monkey That funky Monkey Brass Monkey junkie That funky Monkey Brass Monkey 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... Brass Monkey That funky Monkey Brass Monkey junkie That funky Monkey Brass Monkey That funky Monkey Brass Monkey junkie That funky Monkey Brass Monkey
3. Ch-Check It Out

   Letra

   All you Trekkies and TV addicts, don't mean to dis 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 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 I said, "Doc, what's the condition? I'm a man that's on a mission." He said, "Son, you'd better listen! STUCK IN YOU'RE 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 I go by the name of The King Adrock. I don't wear a cup nor a jock nor a thong. I bring the shit that's beyond bizarre, like Miss Piggy. "Who moi?" I am the one with the Clientele. You say, "Adrock, God 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
4. No Sleep 'till Brooklyn
5. Hey Ladies

   Letra

   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*
6. Pass The Mic

   Letra

   If you can feel what I’m feeling then it's a musical masterpiece If you can hear what I’m dealing with then that's cool at least What's running through my mind comes through in my walk True feelings are shown from the way that I talk And this is me y'all, I emcee y'all My name is MCA and I still do what I please And now I’d like to introduce what's up? I'll pass the mic to d for a fist full of truth The name is D, y'all and I don't play And I can rock a block party 'til your hair turns grey So, what you sayin'? I explode on site I’m like Jimmy Walker I’m Dynomite And now I’d like to pass the mic To Adrock c'mon and do anything you like I’m the A-D-R-O-C-K In the place with the bass I’m going all the way I can't stop, y'all, tock tick, y'all And if you think that you're slick you'll catch a brick, y'all ‘Cause I’mma turn it in and I’mma turn it out But now I’ve got to pass the mic to Yauch Well, on and on and on and on I can't stop, y'all 'til the early morn’ So rock rock , y'all, tick tock, y'all To the beat, y'all, c'mon and rock, y'all I give thanks for inspiration, it guides my mind along the way A lot of people get jealous, they're talking about me But that's just cause they haven't got a thing to say Well everybody's rapping like it's a commercial Actin' like life is a big commercial So this is what I’ve got to say to you all Be true to yourself and you will never fall And now I’d like to pass the mic to A So what's your name, Yauch? My name is MCA I’ve been coming to where I am from the get go Find that I can groove with the beat when I let go So put your worries on hold Get up and groove with the rhythm in your soul And now I’d like to pass the mic To my brother Adrock c'mon and shine like a light Yes, yes, y'all and yes, yes, y'all I’m always on time never the less, y'all And that's right y'all, I shed light, y'all I’ve got no time in my life to get uptight, y'all So what you gonna’ say that I don't know already? I’m like Clyde and I’m Rockin' Steady But time flies when you're having fun So Mike D? That's me. C'mon and get some M.I.K.E. to the D You come and see me and you pay a fee Do what I do professionally To tell the truth I am exactly what I want to be Now Ad-Rock (huh?) and MCA (yeah?) Let's rock this joint in the old school way Well I’m on 'til the crack of dawn Mowing down emcees like I’m mowing a lawn I go off like nothing can phase me You think we'll ever meet Stevie? one of these days, D But I can stand my ground and I am down To wax an emcee who acts like a clown But for now, I’d like to ask you how You like the feel of the bass in your face in the crowd
7. An Open Letter To NYC

   Letra

   Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten From the Battery to the top of Manhattan Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin Black, White, New York you make it happen Brownstones, water towers, trees, skyscrapers Writers, prize fighters and Wall Street traders We come together on the subway cars Diversity unified, whoever you are We're doing fine on the One and Nine line On the L we're doin' swell On the number Ten bus we fight and fuss 'Cause we're thorough in the boroughs and that's a must I remember when the Duece was all porno flicks Running home after school to play PIX * 1 At lunch I'd go to Blimpies down on Montague Street And hit the Fulton Street Mall for the sneakers on my feet Dear New York I hope you're doing well I know a lot's happen and you've been through hell So, we give thanks for providing a home Through your gates at Ellis Island we passed in droves Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten From the Battery to the top of Manhattan Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin Black, White, New York you make it happen The L.I.E. the B.Q.E Hippies at the band shell with the L.S.D. Get my BVD's from VIM You know I'm reppin' Manhattan the best I can Stopped off at Bleeker Bob's got thrown out Sneakin' in at 4:00 am after going out You didn't rob me in the park at Dianna Ross But everybody started looting when the light went off From the South South Bronx on out to Queens Bridge From Hollis Queens right down to Bay Ridge From Castle Hill to the Lower East Side From 1010 WINS to Live At Five Dear New York this is a love letter To you and how you brought us together We can't say enough about all you do 'Cause in the city were ourselves and electric too Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten From the Battery to the top of Manhattan Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin Black, White, New York you make it happen Shout out the South Bronx where my mom hails from Right next to High Bridge across from Harlem To the Grand Concourse where my mom and dad met Before they moved on down to the Upper West I see you're still strong after all that's gone on Life long we dedicate this song Just a little something to show some respect To the city that blends and mends and tests Since 911 we're still livin' And lovin' life we've been given Ain't nothing gonna take that away from us Were lookin' pretty and gritty 'cause in the city we trust Dear New York I know a lot has changed 2 towers down but you're still in the game Home to many rejecting know one Accepting peoples of all places, wherever they're from Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten From the Battery to the top of Manhattan Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin Black, White, New York you make it happen
8. Root Down

   Letra

   Yeah, I kick it root down I put my root down I kick it root down, I put my root down So how we gonna’ kick it? Gonna’ kick it root down Yeah, how you wanna’ kick it? Gonna’ kick it root down So how you gonna’ kick it? Gonna’ kick it root down Gonna’ break it on down, gonna’ kick it root down It's not a put down I put my foot down And then I make some love, I put my root down I’m like sweetie pie by the stone alliance Everbody knows I'm known for dropping science ‘Cause I'm electric like Dick Hyman I guess you'd expect to catch the crew rhymin' Never let you down with the stereo sound So, Mike, get on the mic and turn it out We're talking root down, I put my boot down (boot down) And if you want to battle me, you're putting loot down (loot down) I said it’s root down, it's time to scoot down (scoot down) I'm-a step up to the mic in my goose down (goose down) Come up representing from the upper west Money Making putting me to the test Sometimes I feel as though I've been blessed Because I'm doing what I want so I never rest (yeah, Mike it, Mike it) Well, I'm not coming out goofy like the fruit of the loom guys Just strutting like The Meters with the “Look-ka Py Py" Cause downtown Brooklyn is where I was born But when the snow is fallin’, then I am gone (oh weee) You might think that I'm a fanatic A phone call from Utah and I'm throwing a panic So break it to the root when we kick it on down Jimmy Smith is my man, I want to give him a pound I kick it root down, I put my root down I kick it root down, I put my root down So how you wanna kick it? Gonna kick it root down Cause how we gonna kick it? Gonna kick it root down So how we gonna kick it? Gonna kick it root down Gonna break it on down, gonna kick it root down (yeah) Well, Adrock (huh) Don't stop, come on Just get on the mic with the tic and the toc I'll fill you to the fuckin' rim like brim I'm walking down your block and you say that's him There goes the guy with the funky sound The Beastie Boys, you know we come to get down Because I've got the flow where I grab my dick And say “Oh my god, that's the funky shit! So I’m-a pass the mic and cause a panic (yeah) The original nasal kid is doing damage Every morning I took the train to High Street Station Doing homework on the train, what a fucked up situation On the way back up, hearing battle tapes Through the underground, underneath the sky scrapes Like Harlem World Battles on the Zulu Beat Show It's Kool Moe Dee vs. Busy Bee There's one you should know, (yeah) Enough of that, I just want to give some respect due MCA, grab the mic and ma bell will connect you Bob Marley was a prophet for the freedom fight "If dancin' prays to the lord then I will feel alright" It feels good to play a little music (music) Tears running down my face ‘cause I love to do it (love to do it) And no one can stop this flow from flowing on A flow master of disaster with a sound that's gone (yeah) I'll give a little shout out to my dad and mom (yeah) For bringing me into this world and so on I kick it root down, I put my root down I kick it root down, I put my root down So how we gonna kick it? Gonna kick it root down Yeah, how you wanna kick it? Gonna kick it root down So how we gonna rock it? Gonna rock it root down Break it on down, gonna kick it root down Yeah, that shit's on down And that's a record, that's a record cause of Mario And that's a record, that's a record cause of Mario And that's a record, that's a record to Mario
9. Shake Your Rump

   Letra

   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 Yeah 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
10. Intergalactic

    Letra

    Intergalactic Planetary Planetary Intergalactic AnotherDimension Don't you tell me to smile You stick around I'll make it worth your while Got numbers beyond what you can dial Maybe it's because I'm so versatile Style profile I said It always brings me back when I hear Ooh Child From the Hudson River out to the Nile I rock from manhatten to the miracle mile If you battle me I will revile People always say my style is wild You've got gall you've got guile To step to me I'm a rapophile If you want to battle you're in denial Coming from Uranus to check my style Go ahead put my rhymes on trial Cast you off into exile Intergalactic planetary Planetary intergalactic Jazz and Awol that's our team Step inside the party disrupt the whole scene When it comes to beats well I'm a fiend I like my sugar with coffee and cream Got to keep it going keep it going full steam Too sweet to be sour too nice to be mean On the tough guy style I'm not too keen To try to change the world I will plot and scheme Mario C likes to keep it clean Gonna shine like a sunbeam Keep on rapping cause that's my dream Got an A from Moe Dee for sticking to themes When it comes to envy y'all is green Jealous of the rhyme and the rhyme routine Another dimension new galaxy Intergalactic planetary Intergalactic planetary Planetary intergalactic From the family tree of old school hip hop Kick off your shoes and relax your socks The rhymes will spread just like a pox Cause the music is live like an electric shock I am known to do the Wop Also known for the Flintstone Flop Tammy D getting biz on the crop Beastie Boys known to let the beat drop When I wrote graffiti my name was Slop If my rap's soup my beats is stock Step from the tables as I start to chop I'm a lumber jack DJ Adrock If you try to knock me you'll get mocked I'll stir fry you in my wok Your knees'll start shaking and your fingers pop Like a pinch on the neck of Mr. Spock Intergalactic planetary Planetary intergalactic Another dimension do i
11. Sure Shot

    Letra

    'Cause you can't, you won't and you don't stop Oh, 'cause you can't, you won't and you don't stop Oh, but you can't, you won't and you don't stop Mike D, come and rock the sure shot I've got the brand new doo-doo guaranteed Like yoo hoo, I'm on like Dr. John, yeah Mr. Zu Zu I'm a newly wed, and not a divorcee And everything I do is funky like Lee Dorsey Well, it's the taking of the Pelham, one, two, three If you want a doo-doo rhyme then come see me I've got the savior faire with the unique rhyme and I keep it on and on, it's never quitting time and Strictly hand held is the style I go Never rock the mic with the panty hose I strap on my ear goggles and I'm ready to go 'Cause at the boards is the man they call The Mario Pull up at the function and you know I kojak To all the party people that are on my bozak I've got more action than my man John Woo And I've got mad hits like I was Rod Crew Because you can't, you won't and you don't stop Because you can't, you won't and you don't stop You know, you can't, you won't and you don't stop Ad rock come and rock the sure shot (Hurri-hurricane will cross fade on your) And bust your ear drums So listen everybody 'cause I'm shifting gears I'm fresh like dougie when I set my specs And on the microphone I come correct Timing like a clock when I rock the hip hop The top notch is my stock on the soap box I've got more rhymes than I've got gray hairs And that's a lot because I've got my share I've got a hole in my head and there's no one to fix it Got to straighten my thoughts, I'm thinking too much sick Everyone just takes and takes, takes, takes, takes I've got to step back, I've got to contemplate Well, I'm like Lee Perry, I'm very On rock the microphone and then I'm gone I'm like Vaughn Bode, I'm a cheech wizard Never quitting, so won't you listen? Oh, yes, indeed, it's fun time Because you can't, you won't and you don't stop Because you can't, you won't and you don't stop Oh, but you can't, you won't and you don't stop MCA come and rock the sure shot I want to say a little something that's long overdue The disrespect to women has got to be do To all the mothers and sisters and the wives and friends I want to offer my love and respect to the end Well you say I'm twenty something and I should be slacking But I'm working harder than ever, and you could call it macking So I'm supposed to sit upon the couch and watching my TV Still listening to wax, Im not using the CD I'm that kid in the corner All up and I wanna, so I'm gonna Take a piece of the pie, why not, I'm not quitting Think Ima change up my style just to fit in I keep my up with a piece of elastic I use a mic thats made out of plastic To send my rhymes out to all nations Like Ma Bell, I've got the ill communications Because you can't, you won't and you don't stop Because you can't, you won't and you don't stop Oh, but you can't, you won't and you don't stop Torn in the rock and the sure shot
12. Body Movin' (Fatboy Slim Remix)
13. Triple Trouble

    Letra

    If You (If You) Wanna Know (Wanna Know) The real deal about the three Well let me tell you We're triple trouble ya'll We're gonna bring you up to speed Cause I'm a specializer, rhyme reviser Ain't selling out to advertisers What you get is what you see And you won't see me out there advertising See I like to party not drink Bacardi 'Cause I'm not looking to throw up on nobody Known for my spiel like wheelie one wheel 'Cause this is like having a delicious meal Moving the crowd, well that's a must I got some words that apply to us and that's Mesmerizing, tantalizing Captivating, we're devastating If You (If You) Wanna Know (Wanna Know) The real deal about the three Well let me tell you We're triple trouble ya'll We're gonna bring you up to speed Here's one for the bleachers and the upper tier Versatile like All-Temp-A-Cheer If you wanna drink call Mr. Belvedere Run this rap game like a brigadier I got kicks on the one, seven and eleven Snares on the five and thirteen Rhymes on time and that's the given We're hot on the disco scene check it a check it Slow down with I-me, got to stop stingin' The source of the problem is at the origin You've got lyrics that have got me cringin' You're like a fish-wife, quit your damn whingin' If You (If You) Wanna Know (Wanna Know) The real deal about the three Well let me tell you We're triple trouble ya'll We're gonna bring you up to speed Hey yo, BAM super nature god damn Cerrone on the microphone I am Adrock a.k.a sharp cheddar My rhymes are better What the Helen in Troy is that? Did I hear you say my rhymes is wack? I'm beautiful you can't touch me If you pick a rose, well you might just bleed We're originators you can't feign Ignorance or pass the blame 'Nuff rhymes coming out the brain 'Nuff beats to drive you insane 'Nuff moves to make your neck crane 'Nuff skill to make the rhymes ingrain 'Nuff heat to leave you in flames 'Nuff style that you can't defame You see I walk like Jabba The Hutt With the style so new y'all be like what? Turn the party out like a bon vivant With the skill at will that I know you want On a hot day sip on iced latte Devious like Wyllie Coyote Hot to trote or maybe not-e 'Cause little did they know there was a baby in her body Mesmerizing, tantalizing, captivating, devastating If You (If You) Wanna Know (Wanna Know) The real deal about the three Well let me tell you We're triple trouble ya'll We're gonna bring you up to speed Roses are beautiful to look at, but they're thorny Stems may cause them to be difficult to handle thus making their beauty a bit awkward
14. Sabotage

    Letra

    I can't stand it, I know you planned it I'm a' set straight, this watergate I can't stand rocking when I'm in here 'Cause your crystal ball ain't so crystal clear So while you sit back and wonder why I got this fucking thorn in my side Oh my god, it's a mirage I'm tellin' y'all it's sabotage So listen up 'cause you can't say nothin' You'll shut me down with a push of your button But I'm out and I'm gone I'll tell you now I keep it on and on 'Cause what you see you might not get And we can bet so don't you get souped yet You're scheming on a thing that's a mirage I'm trying to tell you now it's sabotage Why Our backs are now against the wall Listen all of y'all it's a sabotage I can't stand it, I know you planned it I'm a' set straight this watergate I can't stand rockin' when I'm in this place Because I feel disgraced because you're all in my face But make no mistakes and switch up my channel I'm buddy rich when I fly off the handle What could it be, it's a mirage You're scheming on a thing, that's sabotage
15. Fight For Your Right

    Letra

    You wake up late for school - man you don't wanna go You ask you mom, "Please?" - but she still says, "No!" You missed two classes - and no homework But your teacher preaches class like you're some kind of jerk (chorus) You gotta fight for your right to paaaaaaaaaaaaaarty You pop caught you smoking - and he said, "No way!" That hypocrite - smokes two packs a day Man, living at home is such a drag Now your mom threw away your best porno mag (Busted!) (repeat chorus) Don't step out of this house if that's the clothes you're gonnawear I'll kick you out of my home if you don't cut that hair Your mom busted in and said, "What's that noise?" Aw, mom you're just jealous - it's the Beastie Boys! (repeat chorus twice)