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Lyric: Hold it Now, Hit it

  • artist: Beastie Boys
  • album: Licensed To Ill
  • seen: 1239

Now I chill real ill when I start to chill
  When I fill my pockets with a knot of dollar bills
  Sipping pints of ale out the window sill
  When I get my fill I'm chilly chill
  Now I just got home because I'm out on bail
  What's the time? it's time to buy ale
  Peter eater parking meter all of the time
  If I run out of ale it's Thunderbird wine
  Miller drinking chicken eating dress so fly
  I got friends in high places that are keeping me high
  Down with Mike D. and it ain't no hassle
  Got the ladies of the eighties from here to White Castle
      Hold it now - hit it!
      M.C. Adam Yauch in the place to be
  And all the girls are on me cause I'm down with Mike D.
  I'm down with Mike D. and it ain't no baloney
  For real, not phony "O.E." and Rice-a-Roni
  I come out at night 'cause I sleep all day
  And I'm the King Adrock and he's M.C.A.
  Well I'm cruising, I'm bruising I'm never ever losing
  I'm in my car I'm going far and dust is what I'm using
  Around the way is where I'm from
  And I'm from Manhattan and I'm not a bum
  Because you're pud-slapping, ball-flapping - got that juice
  My name's Mike D. and I can do that Jerry Lewis
      (repeat chorus)
      Hip-hop, body rockin' doing the do
  Beer drinking, breath stinking, sniffing glue
  Belly flipping, always illing, busting caps
  My name's Mike D. and I write my own snaps
  I'm a peep-show seeking on the forty-deuce
  I'm a killer at large and I'm on the loose
  Pistol packing, Monkey drinking, no money bum
  I come from Brooklyn 'cause that's where I'm from
  Cheap-skate, perpetrating - money hungry jerk
  Everyday I drink a "O.E." and I don't go to work
  You drippy nose knuckle-head - you're we behind the ears
  You like men - and we like beer.
      (repeat chorus)
      King of the Ave. with the Def female
  You're rhyming and stealin' with the freshest ale
  Cooling at the crib watching my TV
  Ed Norton - Ted Knight - and Mr. Ed
  Pump it up homeboy just don't stop
  Chef Boy-ar-dee cooling on the pot
  I take no slack cause I got the knack
  And I'm never dusting out cause I torch that crack
  The King Adrock that is my name
  And you're drinking Moet we got the champagne
  A quarter dropping going shopping buying wigs
  Surgeon general cut professor D.J. Thigs
      (repeat chorus)
    

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