Tekst piosenki
[Produced by Rick Rubin and Beastie Boys]
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 Adrock
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 riding, 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 trees on my mirror so my car won’t smell
Sittin’ around the house – gettin’ high and watchin’ tube
Eating Colonel’s chicken – drinkin’ Heineken brew
I’m a gangster, I’m a prankster – I’m the king of the ave
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
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