Текст песни Beastie Boys - Paul`s Boutique
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(Mike D)I stay up all night, I go to sleep watching DragnetNever sleep alone because Jimmy is the magnetI`m so rope, they call me Mr. RoperWhen the troubles arise, you know I`m the cool coperOn the mic I score, just like the YankeesGet over on Miss Crabtree like my main man SpankyExcuse me young lady I don`t mean to trouble yaYa lookin` so hot inside your BMWI got lucky, I brought home the KittenBefore I got busy I slipped on the mittenCan`t get better odds because I`m a sure thingProud Mary is a turning and rolling like a ring-dingJump the turnstiles never pay the tollI did the doo-wah diddy and bust `em with the pre rollCustoms jailed me over an herb seedDon`t rat out your boy over some rat weedI`m out of your back door, I`m into anotherYou boyfriend doesn`t know about me and your motherNot perfect grammer, always perfect timingThe Mike stands for money and the D is for diamonds(MCA)Roses are red, the sky is blueI got my barrel at `cha neck so what the fuck you gonna doIt`s just two wheels and me, the wind in my eyesThe engine is the music and my nine`s by my side`Cuz you know Y-A-U-C-HI`m taking all MC`s out in the placeTaking life as it comes, no fool am IGoing off, getting paid, and I don`t ask whyPlayin` beats on my box, making music for the manyKnow a lot of def girls that are doing their thingA lot of parents like to think I`m a villainI`m just chillin`, like Bob DylanYeah I smoke cheeba, it helps me with my brainI might be a little dusted but I`m not insanePeople come up to me and they try to talk shit, manI was making records when you were sucking yourmothers dick(Ad-Rock)GirlYou`re walking tall now in your fancy clothesYou got fancy things that goin` up your noseYa` getting fancy gifts from expensive menYou`re a dog on a leash like a pig in a penMothership connection, getting girls affectionIf your life needs correction, don`t follow my directionYou got your 8x10, your agent, your HarleyYou`ll be driving around Hollywood, yo, sorry Charlie`Cuz I`m running things like some mack motherfuckerYou`ll be slipping your slack in your face `cuz your a false fake suckerYou slipped your slack, you cock me and you`re wackWhile I`m reading "On The Road" by my man Jack KerouacPoetry in motion, coconut lotionHad to diss the girl because she got to emotionalAre you experienced little girl?I want to know what goes on in your little girl world`Cuz I`m on your mind, it`s hard to forget meI`ll take your pride for a ride if you let meSo peace out, y`all PCP, song outFull throttle to the bottle and full full cloutAnd I`m out