Beastie Boys
Beastie Boys - Dope Little Song 2 songtekst
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Like Frankenstein or Count Dracula I grab the mic and then I fuck it up I never settle for less and that's a fact I'm lettin' you know we not the wack wack We're nice and all that (c'mon) and I'm a keep goin' (yup) Bound to make money off the shit that I'm growing Like that y'all and you don't quit Keep it on y'all rock the sure shit I put the pen to the paper and I went off I'm dropping knowledge and wisdom like a mad head dog Step into the function 'cause I'm representing Lyrics on the brain and they sit fermenting I try to go and learn the give and the go Free up my mind let loose with the lyric flow Trying to get frank get back, get back, right Trying to stay positive and feeling allright It's like that y'all and ya don't quit So pass the pen and then pass the pad Like DJ Run there was nothin' ever like (??) The sex rhyme kid is back in the panic Gonna drop the ball on my damn mechanic Fuckin' up my Nova, (naw) fuckin' up my life, (shit) Fuckin' with my world, cause he's fuckin' with the pipe (aw damn) Like the saying goes, you gotta call and duke it off Ask Juanito, he'll tell you all about it Gettin' rhymed in the mind, two hits in a car Put my pager on private, jerk myself off, Weight on my shoulders and now I'm stressin' Gotta get back and count my blessings Stuck on my cellular, I can't get off This ride is in motion and I can't get let off Get my penis stuck __(? in crack?)__ and my balls rotated Realized I was trying to get my brain notated It's like that y'all and ya don't quit (x4