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Now I chill real I'll when I start to chill |
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When I fill my pockets with a knot of dollar bills |
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Sipping pints of ale out the window sill |
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When I get my fill I'm chilly chill |
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Now I just got home because I'm out on bail |
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What's the time? - it's time to buy ale |
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Peter eater - parking meter all of the time |
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If I run out of ale - it's Thunderbird wine |
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Miller drinking - chicken eating - dress so fly |
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I got friends in high places that are keeping me high |
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Down with Mike D. and it ain't no hassle |
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Got the ladies of the eighties from here to White Castle |
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(chorus) Hold it now - hit it! |
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M.C. - Adam Yauch in the place to be |
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And all the girls are on me cause I'm down with Mike D. |
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I'm down with Mike D. and it ain't no baloney |
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For real, not phoney - "O.E." and Rice-a-Roni |
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I come out at night cause I sleep all day |
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And I'm the King Adrock and he's M.C.A. |
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Well I'm crusing, I'm brusing - I'm never ever losing |
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I'm in my car - I'm going far and dust is what I'm using |
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Around the way is where I'm from |
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And I'm from Manhattan and I'm not a bum |
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Because you're pud-slapping, ball-flapping, - got that juice |
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My name's Mike D. and I can do that Jerry Lewis |
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(chorus) Hold it now - hit it! |
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Hip-hop, body rockin' - doing the do |
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Beer drinking, breath stinking, sniffing glue |
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Belly tilling, always illing, busting caps |
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My name's Mike D. and I write my own snaps |
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I'm a peep-show seeking on the forty-duece |
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I'm a killer at large and I'm on the loose |
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Pistol packing, monkey drinking, no money bum |
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I come from Brooklyn cause that's where I'm from |
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Cheap-skate, perpetrating - money hungry jerk |
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Everyday I drink a "O.E." and I don't go to work |
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You drippy nose knuckle-head - you're wet behind the ears |
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You like men - and we like beer |
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(chorus) Hold it now - hit it! |
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King of the Ave. with the Def female |
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You're rhyming and stealin' with the freshest ale |
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Coolin' at the crib watching my T.V. |
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Ed Norton - Ted Knight - and Mr. Ed |
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Pump it up homeboy - just don't stop |
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Chef Boy-ar-dee coolin' on the pot |
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I take no slack cause I got the knack |
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And I'm never dusting out cause I torch that crack |
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The King Adrock - that is my name |
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And you're drinking Moet - we got the champagne |
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A quarter dropping - going shopping buying wigs |
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Surgeon general cut professor - D.J. Thigs |
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(chorus) Hold it now - hit it! |
