作词 : Beastie Boys ... 作曲 : John King/Mike Simpson/Michael Diamond/Adam Horovitz/Matt Dike/Adam Yauch Now I rock a house party at the drop of a hat And I beat a biter down with an aluminum bat A lot of people, they be jostlin' 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, MC A's got a beard like a billy goat Oowah, oowah is the disco call MCA hu-huh, I'm gettin' rope y'all Routines and the rhymes that I writeAnd 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, homies and 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 up with your bad breath onion rings? Well, I'm Mike D and I'm back from the dead Chillin' with pig pen down at Club MedMake 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, put 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', but I rock well The patty duke, the wrench and then I bust the tango Got more rhymes than Jamaica got Mango Kangols I got the peg leg at the end of my stump Shake your rumpa A full flap Joe, a full flap JoeAnd when the miker's in my mind then turn it out JoeA full flap 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 belief, KeithLike 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 **** dookies all around the neck Whoo ha, yo garcon the cheque Running from the law, the press and the parents Is your name Michael Diamond? No mine's ClarenceFrom downtown Manhattan the village My style is wild and you know that it still is Disco bag schlepping and you're doing the bump Shake your rumpa
作词 : Beastie Boys ... 作曲 : John King/Mike Simpson/Michael Diamond/Adam Horovitz/Matt Dike/Adam Yauch Now I rock a house party at the drop of a hat And I beat a biter down with an aluminum bat A lot of people, they be jostlin' 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, MC A's got a beard like a billy goat Oowah, oowah is the disco call MCA hu-huh, I'm gettin' rope y'all Routines and the rhymes that I writeAnd 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, homies and 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 up with your bad breath onion rings? Well, I'm Mike D and I'm back from the dead Chillin' with pig pen down at Club MedMake 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, put 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', but I rock well The patty duke, the wrench and then I bust the tango Got more rhymes than Jamaica got Mango Kangols I got the peg leg at the end of my stump Shake your rumpa A full flap Joe, a full flap JoeAnd when the miker's in my mind then turn it out JoeA full flap 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 belief, KeithLike 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 **** dookies all around the neck Whoo ha, yo garcon the cheque Running from the law, the press and the parents Is your name Michael Diamond? No mine's ClarenceFrom downtown Manhattan the village My style is wild and you know that it still is Disco bag schlepping and you're doing the bump Shake your rumpa
