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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Adam Yauch
Chant
Ad‐Rock
Chant
Brick
Artiste samplé
Danny Lipman
Trompette
Fat Larry's Band
Artiste samplé
Michael Diamond
Chant
Nelson Keane Carse
Trombone
Tony Orbach
Percussion
War
Artiste samplé
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Rick Rubin
Paroles/Composition
Adam Keefe Horovitz
Paroles/Composition
Lonnie Jordan
Paroles/Composition
Jerry Goldstein
Paroles/Composition
Howard Scott
Paroles/Composition
Lee Oskar
Paroles/Composition
Thomas Sylvester Allen
Paroles/Composition
Morris Dickerson
Paroles/Composition
Harold Brown
Paroles/Composition
Charles Miller
Paroles/Composition
Michael Diamond
Paroles/Composition
Yauch Adam Nathaniel
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Beastie Boys
Co‑production
Rick Rubin
Production
Howie Weinberg
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Joe Blaney
Ingénierie de mixage
Steve Ett
Ingénierie
Paroles
They got a committee to get me off the block
'Cause I say my rhymes loud, and I say 'em nonstop
Because being bad news is what we're all about
We went to White Castle and we got thrown out
I got my boy Mike D, I got the King Ad-Rock
I got the jammy with the ammo inside my sock
I shot homeboy, but the bullet was a dud
So I reached in the Miller cooler, grabbed a cool bud
Slow ridin', gun hidin', on the go
I'm fly like an eagle and I drink Old Crow
I'm the king of the classroom, coolin' in the back
My teacher had beef, so I gave her a smack
She chased me out of class, she was strapped with a ruler
Went to the bathroom, rolled myself a wooler
With bottle in hand at the microphone stand
Ay, yo, homeboy, what you drinkin', man?
I got money, I got juice
I got to the party and I got loose
I got rhythms, I got rhymes
I got the girlies with the def behinds
I got ill, I got busted
I got dust and I got dusted
I got gold, I got funky
I got the new dance they call the Brass Monkey
Because I'm hard hittin', always bitten, cool as hell
I got the trees on my mirror, so my car won't smell
Sittin' 'round the house, gettin' high, watchin' tube
I'm eating Colonel's chicken, drinkin' Heineken brew
And I'm a gangster, I'm a prankster, I'm the King of the Ave
And I'm hated, confrontated for the juice that I have
All the fine ladies are making a fuss
But I can't pay attention 'cause I'm on that dust
Writer(s): Adam Keefe Horovitz, Rick Rubin, Adam Nathaniel Yauch, Michael Louis Diamond, Morris Dewayne Dickerson, Lee Oskar, Charles Miller, Jerry Goldstein, Howard E. Scott, Sylvester Allen, Harold Ray I. Brown, Le Roy L. Jordan
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