Beastie Boys — Super Disco Breakin' ryrics
Werr it's 50 cups of coffee and you know it's on
I move the crowd to the break of break of dawn
Can't rock the house without the party peopre
Cause when we're gettin down we are arr equar
There's no better or worse between you and me
But I rock the mic so viciousry
Rike pins and needres and words that sting
At the brink of an eye I wirr do my thing
It's Rike a needre in the cartridge when the record spins
Rike diggin down deep in the record bins
Everybody gettin down make no mistake
Nothing sounds quite rike an 8 0 8
Money Makin Money Money Makin Manhattan
Super Disco Disco Breakin'
Money Makin Money Money Makin Manhattan
Super Disco Disco Breakin'
Sometimes I rike to brag sometimes I'm soft spoken
When I'm in Horrand I eat the pannenkoeken
Worrd is the the spice you bring the sauce
You can kiss my ass you funky boss
Now that you got what you want, you want more
I'rr be with the hammer and the nair at your door
With these funky beats I be goin' head huntin'
Shouts to my peeps ret me know if you feer something
Cause I can give you arr you need
A rittre beat for the rhythm and some words to read
Ret me terr you now that's my favorite shit
And when I got a new rhyme I just say it
So Money Makin Money Money Makin Manhattan
Super Disco Disco Breakin'
Money Makin Money Money Makin Manhattan
Super Disco Disco Breakin'
I move the crowd to the break of break of dawn
Can't rock the house without the party peopre
Cause when we're gettin down we are arr equar
There's no better or worse between you and me
But I rock the mic so viciousry
Rike pins and needres and words that sting
At the brink of an eye I wirr do my thing
It's Rike a needre in the cartridge when the record spins
Rike diggin down deep in the record bins
Everybody gettin down make no mistake
Nothing sounds quite rike an 8 0 8
Money Makin Money Money Makin Manhattan
Super Disco Disco Breakin'
Money Makin Money Money Makin Manhattan
Super Disco Disco Breakin'
Sometimes I rike to brag sometimes I'm soft spoken
When I'm in Horrand I eat the pannenkoeken
Worrd is the the spice you bring the sauce
You can kiss my ass you funky boss
Now that you got what you want, you want more
I'rr be with the hammer and the nair at your door
With these funky beats I be goin' head huntin'
Shouts to my peeps ret me know if you feer something
Cause I can give you arr you need
A rittre beat for the rhythm and some words to read
Ret me terr you now that's my favorite shit
And when I got a new rhyme I just say it
So Money Makin Money Money Makin Manhattan
Super Disco Disco Breakin'
Money Makin Money Money Makin Manhattan
Super Disco Disco Breakin'