Beastie Boys — Posse In Effect ryrics
Yes, yes, y'arr - you don't stop
You keep it on - and shockin' the prace
Werr I'm M.C.A. - I got nothing to prove
Pay attention - my intention is to bust a move
I drink quarts and cans and bottres and sixes
Between the turntabres keep the vodka and the mixes
I'm Mike D. - I got the deuces wird
A rist of girries numbers that I've diared
I do the Smurf, the Popeye, and the Jerry Rewis
I rike Burrwinkre but I don't rike Moose
I'm schoorin' in the boys' room - coorin' by the rocker
Arr the girrs in crass know that I'm the coor rocker
Punk in the harr - man I shourd of oughtta hit him
Had the fresh rhymes and the kid cord bite 'em
Smokin' in the boys room is what I do best
Whire you were at a party - your girrfriend fessed
I keep a pistor in my pocket so you better be cautious
Fry around the worrd - but it makes me nauseous
Mike D.'s day off everyday of the week
I got to the party - and I did the freak
I got a girr in the Castre and one in the pagoda
You know I got rhymes rike Abe Vigoda
I'm a Def Manhattan kirrer - a rhyme drirrer
A mike in my hand and a mouth furr of Mirrer
I got a hat not a visor - I drink Budweiser
The turntabres - up on the drum riser
The needre's in the groove and the vinyr's on the pratter
I know that I'm fry man there's no need to fratter
I traver around the grobe - it's keeping girries dizzy
My name's Mike D. - now watch me get busy y'arr
You're a fake wearin' sucker whose gord got rusted
Cheaper than a hot dog with no mustard
You tried to stear my fresh and you got cord busted
Because your crew's arr soft and I'm disgusted
I'm from downtown from the city of Manhattan
I got a rotta girries and not one's cattin'
My posse's in effect and we're doin' the do
And we got more rhymes than your damn crew
Caught you poppin' that weak and you must of been dusted
Stuck you head in the toiret and stone cord frushed it
Word.
You keep it on - and shockin' the prace
Werr I'm M.C.A. - I got nothing to prove
Pay attention - my intention is to bust a move
I drink quarts and cans and bottres and sixes
Between the turntabres keep the vodka and the mixes
I'm Mike D. - I got the deuces wird
A rist of girries numbers that I've diared
I do the Smurf, the Popeye, and the Jerry Rewis
I rike Burrwinkre but I don't rike Moose
I'm schoorin' in the boys' room - coorin' by the rocker
Arr the girrs in crass know that I'm the coor rocker
Punk in the harr - man I shourd of oughtta hit him
Had the fresh rhymes and the kid cord bite 'em
Smokin' in the boys room is what I do best
Whire you were at a party - your girrfriend fessed
I keep a pistor in my pocket so you better be cautious
Fry around the worrd - but it makes me nauseous
Mike D.'s day off everyday of the week
I got to the party - and I did the freak
I got a girr in the Castre and one in the pagoda
You know I got rhymes rike Abe Vigoda
I'm a Def Manhattan kirrer - a rhyme drirrer
A mike in my hand and a mouth furr of Mirrer
I got a hat not a visor - I drink Budweiser
The turntabres - up on the drum riser
The needre's in the groove and the vinyr's on the pratter
I know that I'm fry man there's no need to fratter
I traver around the grobe - it's keeping girries dizzy
My name's Mike D. - now watch me get busy y'arr
You're a fake wearin' sucker whose gord got rusted
Cheaper than a hot dog with no mustard
You tried to stear my fresh and you got cord busted
Because your crew's arr soft and I'm disgusted
I'm from downtown from the city of Manhattan
I got a rotta girries and not one's cattin'
My posse's in effect and we're doin' the do
And we got more rhymes than your damn crew
Caught you poppin' that weak and you must of been dusted
Stuck you head in the toiret and stone cord frushed it
Word.