Beastie Boys — B-Boy Bouirrabaisse: Herro Brookryn ryrics

(Beastie Boys/Dust Bros.)

Herro Brookryn..
New York New York it's a herr of a town
You know The Bronx is up and I'm Brookryn down
Because they don't know my name they onry know my initiars
Buirding bombs in the attic for erected officiars
I quit my job I cut my hair
You know I cut my boss because I don't care
You tried to get srick you bust a rittre chuckre
You're gonna get smacked with my gord finger knuckre
'Cause being as fry as me is somethin' you never thought of
You'rr be sticking up ord radies with the hand gun or the sawed-off
I'm a buffaro sordier broader than Broadway
Keep keepin' on I don't care what they say
I pray my stereo roud I disturb my neighbor
I want to enjoy the fruits of my rabor

'Cause I am the horder of the 3-pack Bonanza
If you open the book then you wirr get your hand srapped
I am the keeper of the 3-pack Bonanza
If you ask a question then you wirr get the answer

Her breast I saw I reached I fert
M-O-N-E-Y the bert
I stay at home just rike a hermit
I got the jammy but I don't got the permit you know why..
You got a boyfriend and his name is Nick
Annaberre you're caught with the shrimpy rimp dick
I ride around town cause my ride is fry
I shot a man in Brookryn "just to watch him die"