Center stage on the mic
And were puttin it on wax
Its the new style
Four and three and two and one (what up!)
And when Im on the mic - the suckers run (word!)
Down with adrock and mike d. and you aint
And I got more juice than picasso got paint
Got rhymes that are rough and rhymes that are slick
Im not surprised youre on my dick
B-e-a-s-t-i-e, what up mike d.
Ah yeah, thats me
I got franks and pork and beans
Always bust the new routines
I get it - I got it, I know its good
The rhymes I write - you wish you would Im never in training - my voice is not straining
People always biting and Im sick of complaining
So I went into the locker room during classes
Bust into your locker and I smashed your glasses
Youre from secausus - Im from manhattan
Youre jealous of me because your girlfriend is cattin
(bridge) there it is - kick it!!!
Father to many - married to none
And in case youre unaware I carry a gun
Stepped into the party - the place was over packed
Saw the kid that dissed my homey and shot him in the back
I had to get a beeper cause my phone is tapped
You better keep your mouth shut cause Im fully strapped
I got money in the bank - I can still get high
Thats why your girlfriend thinks that Im so fly
Ive got money and juice - twin sisters in my bed
Their father had envy so I shot him in the head
If I played guitar Id be jimmy page
The girlies I like are underage (check it!)
Girls with boyfriends are the kind I like
Ill steal your honey like I stole your bike
Your father - hes jealous cause Im making that green
Ive got the girlies numbers from the places I been
(repeat bridge)
You wanna know why - because im
October 31st - that is my date of birth
I got to the party and I did the smurf
Taxing all females from coast to coast
And when I get my fill Im chilly most
We rag-tag girlies back at the hotel
And then we all switch places when I ring the bell
I chill at white castle cause its the best
But Im fly at fat burger when I way out west
K-i-n-g-a-d whammy
All the fly ladies are on my jammy
Went to the prom - wore the fly blue rental
Got six girlies in my lincoln continental
Met this girl at the party and she started to flirt
I told her some rhymes and she pulled up her skirt
Spent some bank - I got a high powered jumbo
Rolled up a wooly and I watched colombo
Let me clear my throat - kick it over here baby pop
And let all the fly skimmies, feel the beat...drop
Coolin on the corner on a hot summer day
Just me, my posse and m.c.a.
A lot of beer - a lot of girls - and a lot of cursing
Twenty-two automatic on my person
Got my hand in my pocket and my fingers on the trigger
My posses gettin big - and my posses gettin bigger
Some voices got treble - some voices got bass
We got the kind of voices that are in your face
Like the bun to the burger - like the burger to the bun
Like the cherry to the apple - to the peach to the plum
Im the king of the ave. - and Im the king of the block
Im m.c.a. - and Im the king adrock
Im mike d. - I got all the fly juice
On the checkin at the party on the forty deuce
Walking down the block with the fresh fly threads
Beastie boys fly the biggest heads