BEASTIE BOYS – Shake Your Rump / Hold It Now

Yo, Leroy Ahh, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah Why don’t you hook up that def jam right about now?

Now I chill real ill when I start to chill When I fill my pockets with a knot of dollar bills Sippin’ 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 drinkin’, chicken eatin’, dress so fly I got friends in high places that are keepin’ me high Get down with Mike D And it ain’t no hassle I got the ladies of the eighties from here to White Castle

Hold it now, hit it Yo, Leroy It’s my drum, it’s my, hold it now, it’s my rhyme

Now it’s me, Adam Yauch, in the place to be 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 Well, I’m the King Ad-Rock and he’s MCA Well I’m cruisin’, I’m bruisin’, I’m never ever losin’ I’m in my car, I’m going far and dust is what I’m usin’

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

Hold it now hit it Yo, Leroy Yo, that was real def man, try that again, man I like that def stuff, boy

Hip-hop, body rockin’, doing the do Beer drinkin’, breath stinkin’, sniffin’ glue Belly fillin’, always illin’, bustin’ caps My name’s Mike D and I write my own snaps

I’m a peep-show seekin’ on the Forty-deuce I’m a killer at large and I’m on the loose Pistol packin’, Monkey drinkin’, no money bum I come from Brooklyn ’cause that’s where I’m from

Cheap-skate, perpetrating, money hungry jerk Everyday I drink O.E. and I don’t go to work You drippy nose knuckle-head, you’re wet behind the ears You like men, and we like beer (beer, beer, beer)

Hold it now, hit it Yo, Leroy Bust that choco-lotto What? Huh? Yo, man, pass that over here, man, alright

King of the Ave. with the Def female You’re rhymin’ and stealin’ with the freshest ale Kid coolin’ at the crib watchin’ my TV Ed Norton, Ted Knight, and Mr. Ed

Pump it up homeboy, just don’t stop Chef Boyardee coolin’ 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 Ad-Rock, that is my name Y’all drinking Moët and we got the champagne A quarter droppin’, going shopping buying wigs Surgeon general, cut professor, DJ Thigs

Hold it now hit it Hit it Hold it now Yo Leroy

Now I rock a house party at the drop of a hat, yeah 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, and the rhymes that 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, yeah? 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’ 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 my 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 rump

Full clout y’all Full clout y’all And when the mic is in my mouth I 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 knocking out teeth chief And if you don’t believe us you should question your belief Keith I’m 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 is wild and you know that it still is Disco bag schlepping and you’re doing the bump Shake your rump