Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Adam Yauch
Adam Yauch
Vocals
Ad‐Rock
Vocals
Led Zeppelin
Led Zeppelin
Sampled Artist
Michael Diamond
Michael Diamond
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rick Rubin
Rick Rubin
Songwriter
Adam Keefe Horovitz
Adam Keefe Horovitz
Songwriter
Yauch Adam Nathaniel
Yauch Adam Nathaniel
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Beastie Boys
Beastie Boys
Co-Producer
Rick Rubin
Rick Rubin
Producer
Howie Weinberg
Howie Weinberg
Mastering Engineer
Joe Blaney
Joe Blaney
Mixing Engineer
Steve Ett
Steve Ett
Engineer

Lyrics

Well, this girl came up to me, she says she's new in town But the crew been said they seen her around I thought they were right but I didn't want to know The girlie was def and she wanted to go I think her name is Lucy but they all call her Loose I think I thought I seen her on 8th and Forty-deuce The next thing she said was, "My place or yours?" Let's kick some bass behind closed doors We got into the cab, the cab driver said He recognized my girlie from the back of her head He said a little something about tip to base So I made him stop the cab to get out of the place Should've looked back, man, I'll always regret it Something's going on and I'll probably never get it She was crying like a baby, stupid dumb It's just too bad that girl's a bum She's crafty, she gets around She's crafty, she's always down She's crafty, you know, she's got a gripe She's crafty and she's just my type She's crafty I spent my last dollar to buy a Sabrett When I seen this girl I could never forget Now, I like nothing better than a pretty girl's smile And I haven't seen a smile that pretty in a while The girl came up to me, she said she loved the show I asked her to come home and she couldn't say no We got to the crib and there was Adam and D We didn't say a word, they just stared at me I said, "I don't know her, I just met her tonight" And Ad-Rock started hiding everything in sight D pulled me over, said, "Hide your gold" The girl is crafty like ice is cold The girl is crafty, she knows all the moves I started playing records, she knew all the grooves He thought she was a thief and D was right But I just figured she'd spend the night When I woke up late in the afternoon She had taken all the things from inside his room I found myself naked in the middle of the floor She had taken the bed and the chest of drawers The mirror, the TV, the new guitar cord My remote control and my old skateboard She robbed us blind, she took all we owned And the boys blamed me for bringing her home She's crafty, she gets around She's crafty, she's always down She's crafty, she's got a gripe She's crafty and she's just my type She's crafty (Oh, yeah!) She's crafty, she gets around She's crafty, she's always down She's crafty, she's got a gripe She's crafty and she's just my type She's crafty, she gets around She's crafty, she's always down She's crafty, she's got a gripe She's crafty and she's just my type She's crafty
Writer(s): Adam Nathaniel Yauch, Rick Rubin, Adam Keefe Horovitz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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