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Beastie Boys
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Shake Your Rump
Lyricist:Michael Diamond, Matt Dike, Adam Horovitz, John Robert King, Michael Simpson, Adam Yauch
Now 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 starin' 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 I'm just B-Boy limpin' Got arrested at the Mardi Gras for jumpin' on a float My man MCA's got a beard like a billy goat
Oowah oowah, is thedisco call MCA, hu-huh, I'm gettin' rope y'all Routines I bust and the rhymes that I write And I'll be bustin' routines and rhymes all night
Like eatin' burgers or chicken andyou'll be pickin' your nose I'm on time homey 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 runnin' things What's up with your bad breath? Onion rings Well I'm Mike D, and I'm back from the dead Chillin' at the beach, down at Club Med
Make another record 'cause the people they want more of this Suckers they be sayin' they can take out Adam Horowitz Hurricane, you got clout Other DJ's hell take your head out
A puppet on a string, I'm paid to sing or rhyme Or do my thing Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I'm in a lava lamp inside the brain hotel I might be freakin' or peakin', 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 rump
Full clout y'all Full clout y'all And when the mic is in my mouthI turn it out y'all Full clout
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 knockin' out teeth chief And if you don't believe us you should question your belief, Keith
I'm like Sam the butcher bringin' Alice the meat Like Fred Flintstone drivin' around with bald feet Should I have another sip? Nah, skip it In the back of the ride and bust with the whippet
Rope a dope 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 Clarence
From 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 rump
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