Álbum SOLID GOLD HITS de Beastie Boys - Canciones
SOLID GOLD HITS
2005 | 
Estilo(s) | Pop Rap
Sello | Capitol Records
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Listado de canciones del álbum SOLID GOLD HITS
- So What'cha Want
- Brass MonkeyVer letra
[X]Brass Monkeyletra de 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 - Ch-Check It OutVer letra
[X]All you Trekkies and TV addicts,letra de Ch-Check It Out
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 - No Sleep 'till Brooklyn
- Hey LadiesVer letra
[X]Hey ladies in the place I'm callin' out to yaletra de Hey Ladies
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* - Pass The MicVer letra
[X]If you can feel what I’m feeling then it's a musical masterpieceletra de Pass The Mic
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 - An Open Letter To NYCVer letra
[X]Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Statenletra de An Open Letter To NYC
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 - Root DownVer letra
[X]Yeah, I kick it root downletra de 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 - Shake Your RumpVer letra
[X]Now Randy listen I rock a house party at the drop of a hatletra de Shake Your Rump
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 - IntergalacticVer letra
[X]Intergalactic Planetary Planetary Intergalactic AnotherDimensionletra de Intergalactic
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 - Sure ShotVer letra
[X]'Cause you can't, you won't and you don't stopletra de Sure Shot
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 - Body Movin' (Fatboy Slim Remix)
Músicos invitados: Fatboy Slim (Remix) - Triple TroubleVer letra
[X]If You (If You)letra de Triple Trouble
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 - SabotageVer letra
[X]I can't stand it, I know you planned itletra de Sabotage
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 - Fight For Your RightVer letra
[X]You wake up late for school - man you don't wanna goletra de Fight For Your Right
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)