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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Adam Yauch
Adam Yauch
Vocals
Ad‐Rock
Vocals
Beside
Beside
Sampled Artist
Joeski Love
Joeski Love
Sampled Artist
Juice
Juice
Sampled Artist
Michael Diamond
Michael Diamond
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rick Rubin
Rick Rubin
Songwriter
Adam Keefe Horovitz
Adam Keefe Horovitz
Songwriter
Michael Diamond
Michael Diamond
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

Letra

Yes, yes, y'all and you don't stop (stop) Keep it on and shockin' the place (yo, Yauch) Well, I'm MCA, I got nothing to prove Pay attention, my intention is to bust a move (what?) I drink quarts and cans and bottles and sixes (what up?) Between the turntables, keep the vodka and the mixes Well, I'm Mike D, I got the deuces wild (yeah, buddy) A list of girlies' numbers that I've dialed I do the Smurf, the Popeye and the Jerry Lewis I like Bullwinkle but I don't like Brutus Well, I'm schoolin' in the boy's room, coolin' by the locker (well) All the girls in class knows that I'm the cool rocker (ah, yeah) Punk in the hall, man, I shoulda oughta hit him Had the fresh rhymes and the kid cold bit 'em Smokin' in the boys room is what I do best While you were at a party, your girlfriend fessed I keep a pistol in my pocket, so you better be cautious Fly around the world but it makes me nauseous Mike D's day off every day of the week (aw, D, keep it on) I got to the party and I did the freak I got a girl in the Castle and one in the pagoda You know I got rhymes like Abe Vigoda I'm a def Manhattan killer, a rhyme thriller A mic in my hand and a mouth full of Miller I got a hat, not a visor, I drink Budweiser The turntable's up on the drum riser The needle's in the groove and the vinyl's on the platter I know that I'm fly, man, there's no need to flatter I travel around the globe, it's keeping girlies dizzy My name's Mike D, so watch me get busy, y'all Get-get-get busy, y'all Get-get-get busy, y'all You're a fake wearin' sucker whose gold got rusted Dusted, rusted, mustard, 'sgusted Cheaper than a hot dog with no mustard Mustard, mustard, mustard You tried to steal my fresh and you got cold busted Busted, busted, busted Your crew's all soft and I'm disgusted 'Sgusted, 'sgusted, 'sgusted I'm from downtown from the city from of Manhattan I got a lotta girlies and not one's cattin' My posse's in effect and we're doin' the deuce Well, we got more rhymes than your whole damn crew Caught you poppin' that weak and you must have been dusted Dusted, dusted, dusted Stuck your head in the toilet and stone-cold flushed it Flushed it, flushed it, flushed it, flushed it Word
Writer(s): Michael Louis Diamond, Adam Nathaniel Yauch, Rick Rubin, Adam Keefe Horovitz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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