Beastie Boys lyrics
Beastie Boys lyrics
"B-Boy Bouillabaisse lyrics"
West End Riot lyrics
There's a kid who was born and was raised in the west There's a kid from the east who never really fit in with the rest Every week they would meet in the street with their friends With the guns that they made and the caps that they stole they would fight to their death This time we'll have victory Last time ended in a defeat Our town becomes a battleground West End Riot We'll be here next Saturday With our guns and our heads held high So listen up boys, you'd better not cry this time See a bum on the street that you think you recognise Young kid never looked so bad, when he was only 4ft high Six o'clock runnin' home I don't wanna be late Another Saturday of sun and war shared with our mates Boys will be boys playing up and making lots of noise Never used to talk about the future Never thought that we'd have to care So WEST END RIOT!!! Theres a man who was born in the west workin at a factory Theres a man from the east who know runs the whole company How theyve grown on their own not like the kids they used to be Saturdays of sun and w
There's a kid who was born and was raised in the west There's a kid from the east who never really fit in with the rest Every week they would meet in the street with their friends With the guns that they made and the caps that they stole they would fight to their death This time we'll have victory Last time ended in a defeat Our town becomes a battleground West End Riot We'll be here next Saturday With our guns and our heads held high So listen up boys, you'd better not cry this time See a bum on the street that you think you recognise Young kid never looked so bad, when he was only 4ft high Six o'clock runnin' home I don't wanna be late Another Saturday of sun and war shared with our mates Boys will be boys playing up and making lots of noise Never used to talk about the future Never thought that we'd have to care So WEST END RIOT!!! Theres a man who was born in the west workin at a factory Theres a man from the east who know runs the whole company How theyve grown on their own not like the kids they used to be Saturdays of sun and w
[Get On the Mic]
Get on the mic Mike let's be real and don't cloud the issue
The rhymes are dope an M.C. you must listen to
People say that they been missin' me and missin' you
Get on the mic and let's show them like we used to
You say fuck that yo holmes fuck this
The king Ad-Whammy your Dick Butkus
One half science and the other half soul
His name's Mike D. not Fat Morton Jelly Roll
M.C. Busy Le Disco fooled around in Fresno
Got over on your girlie cause you know she never says no
Well Mike D. is a special individual
Pulling out knots pulling in residuals
Go to the movies get the Rolos the cholos riding slow and low
Mike on the mic and bust with the solo
Mike my stromy don't be so selfish
Get on the mic cause you know you eat shellfish
[Stop That Train]
It's 4:00 a.m. I've got the Dr. Hfuhruhurr Ale
I've got nothing to lose so I'm pissin' on the third rail
Groggy eyed and fried I'm headed for the station
D-Train ride to Coney Island vacation
Dedicated to the boofers in the back of the 1 train
They'll be kicking out windows high on cocaine
Then I ump the turnstyle I lost my last token
Riding between the cars pissing smoking
Head for the last car fluorescent light blackout
Policeman told my homeboy put that crack out
You know you light up when the lights go down
Then you read the New York Post Fulton St. downtown
Same faces every day but you don't know their names
Party people going placed on the D-Train
Trench coat wing tip going to work
And you'll be pulling a train like Captain Kirk
Pick pocket gangsters paying their debts
I caught a bullet in the lung from Bernie Goetz
Overworked and underpaid staring at the floor
Prostitutes spandex caught in the slide doors
Stuck between the stations it seems like an eternity
Sweating like sardines in a flophouse fraternity
$50.00 fine for disturbing the peace
The neck tortoise your Lees are creased
Hot cup of coffee and the donuts are Dunkin
Friday night and Jamaica Queens funkin
[Verse One:] Yo! I met this girl the other night Hype super-dope body and face, her mini-skirt tight Talkin' 'bout legs and lips, mindblowin' hips Had to cross my legs just to look at her tits Said she came out lookin' for some fun Looked me in my eyes and told me...I was the one I said "Why?", she said I was fly Grabbed me by my hand and I thought I would die Said she wanted to take me home to make love Now that's the kind of rap that brothers dream of I said, "Fast, slow, hard or soft, baby?" She said, "All the above" This girl tried to kill me, she didn't use a gun or a knife This girl tried to kill me, took me within a inch of my life [Verse Two:] Now, I ain't no sucker on the weak tip But let me tell you, she was on some motherfuckin' sex trip Took me to her crib that night, leather and spikes Broke out the rope and the dope strobe-light And started buggin', lightin' candles all over the room Then she did a backflip, landed on my dick I knew th
Riding over the diner where I always get my toast warm
Bust into the conductor's booth and busted out rhymes
Over the loud speaker about the hard times
Sat across from a man readin El Diario
Riding the train down from El Barrio
Went from the station straight to Orange Julius
I bought a hot dog from my man George Drakoulias
[Year and a Day]
M.C. for what I AM and do
the A is for Adam and the lyrics; true
so as pray and hope and the message is sent
and I AM living in the dreams that I have dreamt
because I'm down with the three the unstoppable three
me and Adam and D. were born to M.C.
and my body and soul and mind are pure
not polluted or diluted or damaged beyond cure
just lyrics from I to you recited
arrested, bailed but cuffed and indicted
enter the arena as I take center stage
the lights set low and the night has come of age
take the microphone in hand as that I am a professional
speak my knowledge to the crowd and the ed. is special
for I AM a bard but not the last one
I'm my own king and this is my castle
dwell in realms of now but vidi those of the past
seen a glimpse from ahead and I don't think it's gonna last
and you can bet your ass
I drop the L. when I'm skiing
I'm smoking and peaking
I put the skis on the roof almost every single weekend
can't stop the mindfuck when it's rolling along
can't stop the smooth runnin's when the shit's running strong
broke my bindings the lion with wings
preaching his word in the B. Boy sing
I AM one with myself as I turn to The
I prefer the dreams to reality
I prefer my life don't need no other man's wife
don't need no crazy lifestyle with stress and strife
but it's good to have turn to be a king for a day
or for a week or for a year or for a year in a day
come what may
I'm fishing with my boat and I'm fishing for trout
mix the Bass Ale with the Guiness Stout
fishing for a line inside my brain
and looking out at the world through my window pane
I park on a side street Slide up the back stairs Knock on the door and whisper `It's me'. Step into the darkness She waits in the shadows - Oh she's so wild willing and free. I must be crazy comin' up here again. She's got me comin' and goin' eatin' out of her hand. I should be far far away But I'm layin' in her bed instead And I'm in In over my head In over my head. Yes I'm in In over my head In over my head. I've never tasted lips any hotter And I'm gettin' deeper with every kiss. I can't help it I want it I love how she loves it I've got to keep comin' for more of this. I must be crazy...
everything has changed but remains the same
so once again the mirror raised and I see myself as clear as day
and I AM going to the limits of my ultimate destiny
feeling as though Somebody were testing me
He who sees the end from the beginning of time
looking forward through all the ages is, was and always shall be
check the prophetic sections of the pages
He goes by the name of Disco Dave
[Hello Brooklyn]
Hello Brooklyn
New York New York it's a hell of a town
The Bronx is up and I'm Brooklyn down
They don't know my name they only know my initials
Building bombs in the attic for elected officials
I quit my job I cut my hair
I cut my boss cause I don't care
You tried to get slick you bust a little chuckle
You're gonna get smacked with my gold finger knuckle
Cause being as fly as me is something you never thought of
You'll be sticking up old ladies with the hand gun or the sawed-off
Like a buffalo soldier I'm broader than Broadway
Keep keepin' on I don't care what they say
I play my stereo loud it disturbs my neighbors
I want to enjoy the fruits of my labor
Cause I am the holder of the 3-pack Bonanza
If you open the book then you will get your hand slapped
I am the keeper of the 3-pack Bonanza
If you ask a question you will get the answer
Her breast I saw I reached I felt
M.O.N.E.Y. the belt
I stay at home just like a hermit
I got the jammy but I don't got the permit
Yes you got a boyfriend and indeed his name is Slick Nick
that is why Annabelle you're caught with the shrimpy limp dick trick
I ride around town cause my ride is fly
I shot a man in Brooklyn just to watch him die
[Dropping Names]
He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost
He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost
She's slippin through his fingers as she's movin' out to the coast
He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost<
I Could Not Ask For More lyrics
(I'm) Lying here with you Listening to the rain Smiling just to see The smile upon your face. And these are the moments I thank God that I'm alive And these are the moments I'll remember all my life I've found all I've waited for And I could not ask for more And looking in your eyes Seeing all I need Everything you are Is everything to me. And these are the moments I know heaven must exist And these are the moments I know all I need is this I have all I've waited for (hey yeah) And I could not ask for more I could not ask for more Than this time together Could not ask for more Than this time with you And every prayer has been answered And every dream I had has come true And lying in this moment Is where I'm meant to be Oh here with you here with me. Ohhh. Yeah. Oh yeah. Oh yeah And these are the moments I thank God that I'm alive And these are the moments I'll remember all my life I've got all I've waited for (hey yeah) And I could not ask for more I could not ask for more Than this time together I could not ask for more Than this
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(I'm) Lying here with you Listening to the rain Smiling just to see The smile upon your face. And these are the moments I thank God that I'm alive And these are the moments I'll remember all my life I've found all I've waited for And I could not ask for more And looking in your eyes Seeing all I need Everything you are Is everything to me. And these are the moments I know heaven must exist And these are the moments I know all I need is this I have all I've waited for (hey yeah) And I could not ask for more I could not ask for more Than this time together Could not ask for more Than this time with you And every prayer has been answered And every dream I had has come true And lying in this moment Is where I'm meant to be Oh here with you here with me. Ohhh. Yeah. Oh yeah. Oh yeah And these are the moments I thank God that I'm alive And these are the moments I'll remember all my life I've got all I've waited for (hey yeah) And I could not ask for more I could not ask for more Than this time together I could not ask for more Than this
If your world was all black and if your world was all white
Then you wouldn't get much color out of life now right
Nicknamed Shamrock my name is not Shamus
Girlies on the tippy cause my homie is famous
My name is not O'Houigheighi Nor is it Brian
If I said that I was weak you know I'd be lyin'
Suckers try to bite they try to pursue it
If you explain to a musician he'll tell that he knows it but he just can't do it
[Lay It On Me]
Chinese eyes and Chinese suits
Smokin' much Buddha and smokin' much boots
More updated on the hip-hop lingo
My favorite New York Knick was Hawthorne Wingo
Met a girl at a party and I gave her my card
You know that it said Napoleon Bonaparte
Peepin' out the colors I be buggin' on Cezanne
They call me Mike D Joe Blow the Lover Man
Your face turns red as your glass of wine
You spilled on my lyrics as you wasted my time
Girl you should be with me you should drop that bum
Cause I got more flavor than Fruit Striped Gum
With that big round butt of yours
I'd like to butter your muffin I'm not bluffin'
Serve you on a platter like Thanksgiving stuffin'
[Mike On the Mic]
Here's another one for y'all to peep
It's called M-I-K-E on the M-I-C.
I met this girl last night with a peculiar cackle
I laid the bait and then she took the tackle
Had too much to drink at the Red Lobster
Now the room is spinning around like the blades of a helicopter
I never met a girl that was too finicky
If the press has their way then they're going to finish me
You might know this but you've never been this see
If I ate spinach then I'd be called Spinach D
I shed light like cats shed fur
Ride around town like Raymond Burr
I'm so high that they call me Your Highness
If you don't know me then pardon my shyness
I live in the Village wherever I go I walk to
I keep my friends around so I have someone to talk to
I play my music loud because you know it's got clout to it
It's a trip it's got a funky beat and I can bug out to it