Текст песни Beastie Boys - BBoys Makin With The Freak Freak
Beastie Boys - BBoys Makin With The Freak Freak слова песни
Putting song together aint no puzzle like yahtzeeSending this out to k-rob and rahmalzeeLet me introduce myself on this cutIm ad rock, Im lit like a motherfuckWell, Im brewing up rhymes like I was using a stillIve got an old school flow like mike mcgillcause yauchs on the upright, the shit just aint funnyGot fat bass lines like russel simmons steals moneyGot clientele, you know I rock wellAnd then youre on my dick because Im d.f.l.Yeah, mike cause playing the bass is my favorite shitI might be a hack on the stand up but Im working at itI get my hair cut correct like anthony masonThen I ride the i.r.t. right up to penn stationPenn station up on 8th ave.Listen all yall you get the ball bathHes got the savior faire because hes debonairMike d with the vinyl with the grooves so rareAnd the rhymes that were are doo dooBeen makin with the freak freak, so uniqueBeen learning from the elders now its time to speakOh that shit sounds niceMike d come on and get it on yallTalking shit about a mile a minutePut the wax on the table and let the d.j. spin itExcuse me motherfuckers, can I beg your pardonIm gonna see the knicks at madison square gardenAnd like the knicks I got game like I worked at hasbroOn the mic I bug, like I was prince jazzboThe rhymes are stupid to make you go coo-cooYou cant sleep cause youre little cindy loo hooDown with the hurra since the raising hell tourJust listen to his cuts theres no reason to tell moreCyndy what I didnt catch the last oneThat shit sounded kinda nice, but bust a fast oneWell Im not known for my speed rapsSo grab the microphone and cut out the clapsAh yea, I like that shit is kind of roughIll grab the microphone and fuck it upI might seem out there, a little derangedIve got to cool off, catch me on the driving rangeWell Im the ladies choise like I was j.j. evansLegalize the weed and Ill say thank heavensIm talking p.g.a. pro tour 2Im doctor beppers in my t.v., in my golfing shoesPass me an iron and Ill bust a chip shotThen you throw me off the green because Im strictly hip-hopIll grab the tee, Ill tee offIll grab the golf clubs and Im off, Im audi- so check meIve got the timbos on my toes when Im not on the greenIve got the costom made boots with the spikey thingsIm working on my driving cause Im going proIve got the funky fly golf gear from head to toeYea, the b-boys makin with the freak freakMarios nagging nonnis about the pesto pizzaAnd then hes on a mission and hes checking for peacha