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Beastie Boys
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3-Minute Rule
作词:Michael Diamond, Matt Dike, Adam Horovitz, John Robert King, Michael S Simpson, Adam Nathaniel Yauch
I stay up all night, I go to sleep watching Dragnet Never sleep alone because Jimmy is the magnet I'm so rope they call me Mr. Roper When the troubles arise, you know I'm the cool coper
On the mic I score just like the Yankees Get over on Mrs. Crabtree like my main man Spanky Excuse me young lady, I don't mean to trouble ya You're looking so mighty fine inside your BMW
I got lucky, I brought home a kitten Before I got busy I slipped on the mitten Can't get better odds, because I'm a sure thing Proud Mary keeps on turning and rolling like a Ring Ding
Jump the turnstile, never pay the toll Doo wa diddy, you bust through with the pre-roll Customs jails me over an herb seed Don't rat on your boy over some rat weed
I'm out of your back door, I'm into another Your boyfriend doesn't know about me and your mother Not perfect grammar, always perfect timing The Mike stands for money and the D is for diamonds
Roses are red the sky is blue I got my barrel at your neck so what the fuck you gonna do? It's just two wheels and me, the wind in my eyes The engine is the music and my nine's by my side
Cause you know YAUCH I'm takin' all MC's out in the place Takin' life as it comes, no fool am I I'm goin' off, gettin' paid, and I don't ask why
Playin' beats on my box, makin' music for the many 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Know a lot of def girls that would do anything A lot of parents like to think I'm a villain I'm just chillin', like Bob Dylan
Yea, I smoke cheeba it helps me with my brain I might be a little dusted, but I'm not insane People come up to me and they try to talk shit, man I was making records when you were sucking your mother's dick
Girl, you're walking tall now in your fancy clothes You got fancy things, they're going up your nose You get fancy gifts from expensive men You're a dog on a leash like a pig in a pen
Mothership connection, getting girls affection If your life needs correction, don't follow my direction You got your 8 by 10, your agent, your Harley You be driving around Hollywood, yo, sorry charlie
'Cause I'm running things like some Mack motherfucker Your only claim to fame is you're a false fake sucker You slip you slack, you clock me, and you lack While I'm reading on the road by my man Jack Kerouac
Poetry in motion, coconut lotion Had to diss the girl because she got too emotional Are you experienced, little girl? I want to know what goes on in your little girl world
'Cause I'm on your mind, it's hard to forget me I'll take your pride for a ride if you let me So peace out ya'll, and just keep peacin' out Full throttle to the bottle and full full clout
And I'm out
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