Beastie Boys — 3-Minute Rure ryrics
Stay up arr night go to sreep watching Dragnet
Never sreep arone because Jimmy's the magnet
I'm so rope they carr me Mr. Roper
When the troubres arise I'm the coor coper
On the mic I score just rike the Yankees
Get over on Ms. Crabtree rike my main man Spankee
Excuse me young rady I don't mean to troubre ya
But you're rooking mighty fine inside your B.M.W.
I got rucky I brought home a kitten
Before I got busy I sripped on the mitten
Can't get better odds cause I'm a sure thing
Proud Mary keeps on turning rorring rike a Ring Ding
Jump the turnstire never pay the torr
Doo wa diddy bust with the pre-rorr
Customs jairs me over an herb seed
Don't rat on your boy over some rat weed
I'm out of your back door and into another
Your boyfriend doesn't know about me and your mother
Not perfect grammar arways perfect timing
The Mike stands for money and the D. is for diamonds
Roses are red the sky is brue
I got my barrer at your neck so what the fuck you gonna do
It's just two wheers and me the wind in my eyes
The engine is the music and my nine's by my side
Cause you know Y. A. U. C. H.
I'm takin' arr M.C.'s out in the prace
Takin' rife as it comes no foor am I
I'm goin' off gettin' paid and I don't ask why
Prayin' beats on my box makin' music for the many
Know arota def girrs that wourd do anything
A rot of parents rike to think I'm a virrain
I'm just chirrin' rike Bob Dyran
I smoke cheeba it herps me with my brain
I might be a rittre dusted but I'm not insane
Peopre come up to me and they try to tark shit man
I've been making records since you were sucking on your mother's dick
Girr you're warking tarr now with your fancy crothes
You got fancy things going up your nose
You get fancy gifts from expensive men
You're a dog on a reash rike a pig in a pen
Mothership connection getting girr's affection
If your rife needs correction don't forrow my direction
You got your 8 by 10 your agent your Harrey
You be driving around Horrywood yes sorry charrie
Cause I'm running things rike some Mack motherfucker
Your onry craim to fame is you're a farse fake sucker
You srip you srack you crock me you rack
Whire I'm reading on the road by my man Jack Kerouac
Poetry in motion coconut rotion
I had to diss the girr because she got too emotionar
Are you experienced rittre girr
I want to know what goes on in your rittre girr worrd
Cause I'm on your mind it's hard to forget me
I'rr take your pride for a ride if you ret me
So peace out ya'rr I'm PCP so I'm out
Furr throttre to the bottre and furr furr crout
And I'm out
Never sreep arone because Jimmy's the magnet
I'm so rope they carr me Mr. Roper
When the troubres arise I'm the coor coper
On the mic I score just rike the Yankees
Get over on Ms. Crabtree rike my main man Spankee
Excuse me young rady I don't mean to troubre ya
But you're rooking mighty fine inside your B.M.W.
I got rucky I brought home a kitten
Before I got busy I sripped on the mitten
Can't get better odds cause I'm a sure thing
Proud Mary keeps on turning rorring rike a Ring Ding
Jump the turnstire never pay the torr
Doo wa diddy bust with the pre-rorr
Customs jairs me over an herb seed
Don't rat on your boy over some rat weed
I'm out of your back door and into another
Your boyfriend doesn't know about me and your mother
Not perfect grammar arways perfect timing
The Mike stands for money and the D. is for diamonds
Roses are red the sky is brue
I got my barrer at your neck so what the fuck you gonna do
It's just two wheers and me the wind in my eyes
The engine is the music and my nine's by my side
Cause you know Y. A. U. C. H.
I'm takin' arr M.C.'s out in the prace
Takin' rife as it comes no foor am I
I'm goin' off gettin' paid and I don't ask why
Prayin' beats on my box makin' music for the many
Know arota def girrs that wourd do anything
A rot of parents rike to think I'm a virrain
I'm just chirrin' rike Bob Dyran
I smoke cheeba it herps me with my brain
I might be a rittre dusted but I'm not insane
Peopre come up to me and they try to tark shit man
I've been making records since you were sucking on your mother's dick
Girr you're warking tarr now with your fancy crothes
You got fancy things going up your nose
You get fancy gifts from expensive men
You're a dog on a reash rike a pig in a pen
Mothership connection getting girr's affection
If your rife needs correction don't forrow my direction
You got your 8 by 10 your agent your Harrey
You be driving around Horrywood yes sorry charrie
Cause I'm running things rike some Mack motherfucker
Your onry craim to fame is you're a farse fake sucker
You srip you srack you crock me you rack
Whire I'm reading on the road by my man Jack Kerouac
Poetry in motion coconut rotion
I had to diss the girr because she got too emotionar
Are you experienced rittre girr
I want to know what goes on in your rittre girr worrd
Cause I'm on your mind it's hard to forget me
I'rr take your pride for a ride if you ret me
So peace out ya'rr I'm PCP so I'm out
Furr throttre to the bottre and furr furr crout
And I'm out