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Make Some NoiseYeah, get upYeah Uh Yes, here we go again Give you more, nothing lesser Back on the mic, it's the anti-depressor Adrock--no pressure--yes, we need this The best is yet to come and, yes, believe this Leggo my Eggo while I flex my ego Sip on Prosecco, dressed up tuxedo Sipping coffee, playing keno in the casino Want a lucky number, ask Mike Dino I burn the competition like a flame thrower My rhymes age like wine as I get older I'm getting bolder, competition is wanin' I got the ball and I see the lane and We got a party on the left, a party on the right We gotta party for the motherfuckin' right to fight Make some noise if you're with me You gotta make some noise if you're with me Crazy, crazy, crazy Our resurrection by popular election Get paid every year like tax collection Hear my perfection, a rotary connection Taking MCs down by lethal rap injection I'm like an ornithologist when I get miffed You must have drank a Fizzy Lifting Drink and you got lifted And sifted, I'm just riffin' When I catch MCs, it's time for wing-clippin' I fly like a hawk, or better yet a seagull I sniff suckers out like a beagle My ego is off and runnin' and gone 'Cause I'm about the best and if you fess well, that's wrong We got a-- We got a party on the left, a party on the right We gotta party for the motherfuckin' right to fight Make some noise if you're with me You gotta make some noise if you're with me Crazy, crazy, crazy The break is crazy Crazy-crazy Pass me the scalpel, I'll make an incision I'll cut off the part of your brain that does the bitchin' Put it in formaldehyde and put it on the shelf You can show it to your friends and say, "That's my old self" Can't do me nothing, can't tell me nadda Don't bug me now because I'm doin' the Lambada (bada!) The forbidden dance (wha!) Here's my chance To make romance in my b-boys stance Parlay my romancing into financing Opened up a restaurant with Ted Danson The roaches check in, but they never check out I set the record straight, no doubt We got a-- We got a party on the left, a party on the right We gotta party for the motherfuckin' right to fight Make some noise if you're with me You gotta make some noise if you're with me |
Nonstop Disco PowerpackHow you feeling, Adrock?Well, I'm feeling well Bonafide, qualified, with a story to tell How you feeling, Mike D? Well, I feel all good All day it's how we play in the neighborhood How you feeling, MCA? Well, I feel right I speak my words on the track 'cause the track sounds tight Well, if you're feeling good and you're feeling right Uh, somebody step up and grab the mic Now hello everybody and how you been? It's Adrock rappin' on the microphone again I got grace, class, style, finesse, and debonair Murdalize motherfuckers 'cause I just don't care The MC Whisperer, kinda like a trainer I take sucker rappers, I put 'em through a strainer Like macaroni 'cause their shit sounds cheesy Watch how it's done, boy, it looks easy I'm the nonstop, going off, king pin, microphone boss Do my own thing, you can't afford the cost Of my rhyme style, take you through a turnstile 'Cause I'm live and direct, and I'm wicked and wild Because I'm back on a roll, got total control I flow like the water out your toilet bowl Your style is cheap, boy, just like a dutch You know you're not smokin' on the microphone much There's a certain special talent that I never lack Huh-ha, huh-ha, and that's a fact 'Cause we shine like the chrome on a Cadillac You better break a wishbone 'cause we're never wack Said we're never that and that is that We're the nonstop disco powerpack Uh, that's right, we go all night Who gonna be the next to bless the mic? Now this is the way we run it down We getting you high on the funky sound This is the way we get it on B-boys in the house 'til the break of dawn See, I mix my style up like a cement mixer Smooth and fix ya, like a rhyme elixir I said, "Yo, sound man, make Mike's mic louder" Don't make me sound cheap like a box of douche powder I max and relax, champagne mojito Don't go commando, don't know bandito Je m'appelle Michel Perignon Me and Claude in the chateau and we got it going on Quincy's in the hot tub like it's '73 Looking over his shoulder and he's looking at me I'm all white in the face, towel around my waist What's up with that watch inside that glass case? I go to make my move, sneak out of the place Undetected, not leaving a trace Party's done, microphone's wrecked Wine's been drunk and heads been checked I see one last profiterole and make my play And pass the microphone to MCA Nonstop, on the top, and you clock, when we rock Never fakin', no mistakin', we be makin' hip hop So come on everybody get down...yeah Now it's a spot check, hit the deck count down 'Cause I'm a break it down for you, how we run it down Pound for pound, keep the bass lines round I seen you watchin', jockin', clockin' my sound But, for real, I'm real glad I grew up in hip hop Still got mad love for a record called "Beat Bop" It meant a lot spinning on my Walkman Shout out to the African Bam And to the S to the P the double O-N-Y The one MC who you can't deny I'd listen to the records and they'd inspire Sit down to write and the pen breathes fire Construct a rhyme with specific intent Flowin' from the brain cells, right through the pen And then I put the book down, grab ahold the mic Words flowin' so cold, turn water to ice Come through the wire, saturate the tape You put me in the mix, nice it up with the plate And then they press it on wax, sell it in the store The DJ spin the record out on the dance floor Comin' through the speakers to shake your eardrum Brain cells get lit, then you hear where we're comin' from Well, Adrock (huh) get it on We gonna rock the house until the break of dawn Mike D, (huh) get it on We gonna rock the house until the break of dawn MCA, (a-yeah) get it on We gonna rock the house until the break of dawn Beatsie Boys in the house don't stop |
OkOKAAAYYYY!!!You talk and talk and you just can't stop A word comes to mind, it's "crock" What you say is lackluster Plus it seems you're trying to pull a filibuster Yeah, right, yeah, ok Tell me something new to start the day Said "See you later, when you coming home?" It's a gift, it's a curse, it's the telephone Now let's start over with a nice clean slate Please stop stressing with the hurry-up-wait Heard you the first time, that sounds great But back up out my space, ok Yeah-yeah, right-right, ok Ok Ok Ok Ok Wrapped in pink ribbon, so pretty My name's Mike D from New York City I guess it's all in the mind But I fell behind I thought it'd be smooth like a nice Nutter Butter But I start to cringe every word that you utter Yes, you said you are a big deal But, money, calm down for real Got to control my mind Got to slow down, rewind What is going on in my head? Why's the sky gone red? What is going on in my head? Why's the sky gone red? What is going on in my head? What is going on in my head? Why's the sky gone red? What is going on in my head? Why's the sky gone red? What is going on in my head? What is going on in my head? Now, I don't give a fuck who the hell you are Please stop shouting in your cellular I never asked to be part of your day So please stop shouting in your phone, ok? You lie like a plain clothes cop Take a minute, take a look, and take stock Take a minute, get your mind unlocked Get open and I'll throw you the rock What is going on in my head? And why has the sky gone all red? Be kind, rewind Or at least tell me what it is I did Or just say what should I say Hmm, ok? Yeah-yeah, right-right, ok Ok Ok Ok Ok |
Too Many Rappers (New Reactionaries Version)Mic check, mic checkOne, two, three Too many rappers and there's still not enough MCs It goes three, two, one MCA, Adrock, Mike D, that's how we get it done Like ladies and gents, attention Nas in the house with Beastie Boys We can turn it out Perpetrators, we can point 'em out So if you've got something on your mind, let it out Like a Nexus-6, comin' home to roost Handheld 58 when it's time to get loose Don't need the ear goggles, just put me through the speakers Like a scientist with tubes and beakers Have MCs over my house and fix 'em brunch But you rappers? We goin' out, goin' dutch So pass me the sword, I'll start swingin' Just randomly chopping on a crazy ass mission Because I'm back with a bang, boogie oogie oogie Strawberry Letter 23 like Shuggie Oh my god, just look at me Grandpa been rappin' since '83 I'm supersonic like J.J. Fad Got crazy-ass shit pullin' out the bag Don't forget the tartar sauce, yo! 'cause it's sad All these crab rappers, they're rapping like crabs I have carte blanche, the vagabond Nas is the narcissist My pockets are rotund I'm no killer But compared to you, I'm more realer You ain't a shot caller mobster or a drug dealer A slug peeler, you're not Mafioso, no You ain't got the cut-throat in ya, beginner I ain't tryin' to hear your racket You work for police, dog, you snitch, you rat You wear that jacket How many rappers must get dissed? Gimme eight bars and watch me bless this I start to reminisce when I miss The real hip hop with which I persist Like rum and mojitos Bullets and banditos Matzo balls and soup Jackets and troop Yes, y'all! This is one is for the history books Nasty Nas, what's the word? Count it off in the hook One, two, three Too many rappers and there's still not enough MCs It goes three, two, one MCA, Adrock, Mike D, that's how we get it done Like ladies and gents, attention Nas in the house with Beastie Boys We can turn it out Perpetrators, we can point 'em out So if you've got something on your mind, let it out 'Cause this the type of lyric that goes inside your brain To blow you bullshit rappers straight out the frame My lyrics spin 'round like a hurricane twister So get your hologram off of Wolf Blitzer Too many rappers to shake a stick at I ought to charge a tax for every weak rap I had to listen to 'Cause we've been makin' $tack$ like Stax Records My squad, we got a pact We're never comin' wack To all you crab rappers, and hackers, and circuit benders tweaked on Splenda I take the cake, I stole the mould The golden microphone, well, that's mine to hold Now why all these biters all up in my crotchspace Sniffin', buffin', huffin' And mean muggin' with the Blimpie Bluffin Back up off me, sucker! You ain't sayin' nothin'! I'm broader than Broadway I was the project hallway Dual tape recorder Lacing oratorials all day I'm just gettin' started on this beat, this is foreplay And when the song's finished, I can sing along with this By the way, I have a strong fetish for Christian Louboutin steppers I hear Russian blonde's the wettest But anyway, y'all better pay homage to my fellas And that's what's on my mind and on the rhyme Who's next up? Mike D, the man of mystery History in the making and now we're taking Titles, awards, and accolades Skewer the competition as I sharpen my blades We come together like peanut butter and sandwiches Like pen and paper, like Picasso and canvases Rockin' stadiums to shitty bars Go back in time, send a fax from my car One, two, three Too many rappers and there's still not enough MCs It goes three, two, one MCA, Adrock, Mike D, that's how we get it done Like ladies and gents, attention Nas in the house with Beastie Boys We can turn it out Perpetrators, we can point 'em out So if you've got something on your mind, let it out |
Say ItTo the heart of the matter, the mic I shatterSo cold on the mic, I make your teeth chatter While you climb the corporate ladder To make your pockets fatter We be flipping styles like pancake batter Looking through your binos, spying on me But I'm running like a rhino on a drinking spree You call yourself an MC, but what's your truth? Gotta let it loose inside the toll booth Suckers sniffin' on socks, chewin' on rocks No complication, want the combination to the lock You wanna get inside, well, then you best knock-knock And when you get on, you got to rock nonstop Once it hits your mind, what'cha gonna do? Don't keep it inside, you've got to SAY IT! Let it out, let it out SCREAM IT! Gonna shout, gonna shout WRITE IT! Put it out, put it out SAY IT! Get it out, get it out Watch out, come again now, sucker Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa... Well, I can feel it in my bloodstream, see it in their eyes People lining up for their own demise To help the man make weapons to monetize Corporate violence, we can't abide You can keep your bottle service and your cabana Bust your ass drunk like you slipped on a banana Like knick-knack, patty whack, you've got to let it out From the mind to the mic, to the word to a shout Mind to the rhyme, paper to the pen The brand new dance called the David Rodigan You sure you really wanna let me begin You can't stop me rhymin' when I'm on, I'm all in Life is good and then it gets you Stuff you thought, it comes true Once it hits your mind, what'cha gonna do? Don't keep it inside, you've got to SAY IT! Let it out, let it out SCREAM IT! Gonna shout, gonna shout WRITE IT! Put it out, put it out SAY IT! Get it out, get it out Watch out, come again now, sucker Watch out, come again now, sucker (uh, suckers) Watch out, come again now, sucker Watch out, come again now, sucker (uh, suckers) |
The Bill Harper CollectionAnother official selection from the Bill Harper collection "Hey, Adam, it's Bill...umm, thanks" |
Don't Play No Game That I Can't WinUh, Beastie Boys, SantigoldLet's do this, y'all Santigold Let's go! It's hot here, gotta say it's so I got you right where I want Got an honest face so you turn your back (Santigold!) When in doubt, run up your attack At one time you were slick and your grill was cold And now funny how the shit gets old You can run, you can run, but it will catch up Like now, see me, I'll show you up Now you wanna get back when you had your shine But you run the same thing every time when you rhyme Can't stop, won't stop, no compromise It's a house of cards built out of lies Coming down like a bird floating on the mist Turn on the track, back track, and twist You work hard to climb the list 20 years of schooling and they put you on the day shift I know the danger of a man Who's been to hell and back again (danger) Can't tell tomorrow from where he's been (that's danger) Don't play no game that I can't win (danger) You're caught now by the skin you're in In a bind now, your thoughts go to all your sins Hits much harder back, better count on that I tell you what we know always holds us back Now you mutter and you stutter and you putter don't stop I got in your heart and I shook you up In a bind, now you're caught by the fear setting in Choked on the thought that you done it again Keep the competition in check You draft, your plans, at your drafting desk You try to play to win but now you lost Like clams with no tartar sauce Scheming in the attic Thought you had it So dramatic I got the stats, mathematics Automatic, systematic She's super bad now What'cha, what'cha want now? I know the danger of a man (that's danger) Who's been to hell and back again (danger) Can't tell tomorrow from where he's been (that's danger) Don't play no game that I can't win (danger) Don't play no game that I can't win (danger) Don't play no game that I can't win (that's danger) Don't play no game that I can't win (danger, danger) Don't play no game that I can't win (that's danger) I know the danger of a man (that's danger) Who's been to hell and back again (danger) Can't tell tomorrow from where he's been (that's danger) Don't play no game that I can't win (danger) Don't play no game that I can't win Don't play no game that I can't win |
Long Burn the FireThis is it y'all, some nasty shits for yaJump out the window onto a parade balloon My style is iller than the goblins in Troll 2 'Cause I'm the type of MC with the most pizzazz You're stealing my book like I was Grandmaster Caz Got rhymes about antihistamines and analgesics Rhyme about expectorants, y'all don't see it Soothsayer, not a player, rhyme sayer extreme Burn like fire when I step on the scene I've got shark's teeth so I can bite your head I've got tiger's claws that'll scratch you dead I've got wings like a dragon when I'm flying above Shoot venom from my eyes when it's time to get rough So step back and check yourself This MC's got weapons that'll ruin your health So if you're feeling strong, then reach for yours My book is my shield and my mic is my sword, sword, sword... Long burn the fire The truth shall set you free Now it's Adrock rappin', I'm back again Like a Big Mac attack on your gut and that's wack, my friend I'm a maxer relaxer and I'm chillin' I take that shit serious like Jerome to grillin' I burn you to a crisp, sucker, back up off the toaster I make you sick like at Kenny Rogers Roaster See this rap thing is all about the braggadocio I check my rear view, MCs ain't gettin' closer People think I'm slow 'cause I'm just I'm underchallenged See me, you're like, "Man, that's remarkable talent" Live 'round the clock like Disco Donut I'm like a tailor 'cause I got the thing sewn up Or a proctologist, I move asses Got so much heat that I fog your mom's glasses Proof is in the pudding and the pudding's in my pants You heard me rap and now watch me dance Long burn the fire The truth shall set you free Save the date for when they hoist our number to the rafters Above the haters, you can hear our laughter Like Willis Reed or Elton John We done been in the game and our game's still on It's not Tic Tac Toe or Operation Just holding it down like the gravitation To all the heads that said, "No can do" Adrock's in the bath filled with chocolate fondue Straight up nuts like my name is Mike Bazzini Bonafide household name like Sergio Tacchini "Wasn't we here back on Raising Hell?" Running wild like rats in the Taco Bell On the mic I spit, the match it's lit Mike Dino, the Jewish Brad Pitt Making music for librarians to burly jocks The rapper Mike D, known for my curly locks |
Funky DonkeyPut this on a zip disk, send it to your lawyerFile me under "Funky" Like sipping lemonade and Arnold Palmers Big holiday parties like Dolly Partner Sometimes I get Pad Thai as a starter My other order, Pad See Yew, is much darker Adam Horovitz, I take a shvitz I'm known for my glamour and my glitz, check it As I bust, I really must encrust This microphone rust with diamond fairy dust I don't wear crocs and I don't wear sandals The pump don't work 'cause the vandals took the handles Stop singing that song in the wrong key What you looking at? Funky donkey Funky donkey Funky donkey I-I-I-I-I go wooooo like a fire engine Flashing lights to get your attention Stop sweating me about the weather Go shave a sheep and knit yourself a sweater Don't get me heated or y'all in trouble Bass bins booming make the dancehall bubble Letting loose all up in the honkey tonk With the shoopa doopa doo bedonk Well, I was swimming in the water of the ocean Like Dr. Jekyll with the magic potion We're brand new, never ever the same What's that, what's that, what's the name? Funky donkey Funky donkey Funky donkey |
The Larry RoutineOh, this routine dates way backA lot of people may remember this routine But it's evolved, now Yeah, from the summer before last Well, my name's Mike D but I got a new name And that new name is Larry Well, my name is Adrock but I got a new name And that new name is Harry Well, my name is MCA but I got a new name And that new name is Gary But our DJ's name has stayed the same 'Cause his new name is Barry |
Tadlock's GlassesNow it's suffice to say that I'm nicerNice in the cut and, yes, I'm the slicer Or should I say I'm the filleter I hate the game, I hate the player But don't get discombobulated and upset Because trust me, we ain't even begun yet Mike D's got it locked and we rock it nonstop Adrock's got it locked and we rock it nonstop MCA's got it locked and we rock it nonstop And you don't stop, the body rock Watch me make it pop, now I make it sizzle As I flip your omelet up at the b bizzle I'm like Molto Mario, they call me Tasty D Your quick fire challenge, freak the hijiki You can call me chef 'cause it's bonafide Knife skills on the block that I'm taking worldwide Mike D got it locked and we rock it nonstop Adrock got it locked and we rock it nonstop MCA got it locked and we rock it nonstop And then you don't stop, the body rock I've got bass lines bubbling up on out of my hands Don't want to never play nothin' that sounds too bland Shazam! I sprinkle on some magic dust You've got a bagel in your pants and that's a must Plus I cuss and I grab my nuts Got a six finger ring that says "excuse our dust" Mike D's got it locked and we rock it nonstop Adrock's got it locked and we rock it nonstop MCA's got it locked and we rock it nonstop And you don't stop, the body rock Sometimes things just don't connect |
Lee Majors Come AgainHold up. Goddamnit, this thing. Alright, wait. Hold on, Adam. This thing keeps fallin' off.Woo! Doin' it big! Ah-ah! I'm the lyrical, mathematical genius Splashing like lime juice, you've never seen this Internationally known, the longest, the leanest Shout-out to one Jos� Nenis I hit 'em with the rhyme and the rhyme don't stop We got the beat and the beat go drop The ping pong paddle make the battle go pop Now take a look around this spot I'm seeing every detail like an over-cranked camera Sleestaks in the back say "Damn ya" You say "I can't" and I say "Why can't ya?" Chopping the track in the--in the land of... You wanna buy this You wanna take that Wanna-wanna try this Wanna-wanna make that You can't abide this You wanna fake that Take a look around you You wanna buy this You wanna take that Wanna-wanna try this Wanna-wanna make that You can't abide this You wanna fake that Take a look around you There's a bird in here That's my DJ, not Doctor Brassiere Dropping bombs like a bombardier Like cacao, it's a chocolatier We're giving y'all a lil slice of heaven B Boys bringing it back to A7 Deal with the schism, ride on the rhythm Sweet like pie and the pie's what I give 'em I'll stage a coup and usurp your position 'Cause--'cause like a Mormon, I'm on a mission We're audible-visible Cadence is lyrical Got the mental and physical When the moment is critical You wanna buy this You wanna take that Wanna-wanna try this Wanna-wanna make that You can't abide this You wanna fake that Take a look around you You wanna buy this You wanna take that Wanna-wanna try this Wanna-wanna make that You can't abide this You wanna fake that Take a look around you Ruff! Uh, Lee Majors come again Like the Six Dil- Million Dollar Man Woo! Watch out! In the back of the bus...gonna bust! Lee Majors style I said stop! Watch how I flip Bill Piedmont with the Kung-Fu grip Haymaker, roundhouse, show can't continue At the roller rink down in Virginia Oh, yeah, did I spill the beans? I see your grandpa in Apple Bottom jeans A Von Dutch cap, Ugg boots to match The word gets out, you can't take it back I'm just a pause tape competition expert winner Just a doggone, long-armed, tall yarn spinner You want a battle? Easy now, star My DJ's so nasty, he needs a sneeze guard You wanna buy this You wanna take that Wanna-wanna try this Wanna-wanna make that You can't abide this You wanna fake that Take a look around you You wanna buy this You wanna take that Wanna-wanna try this Wanna-wanna make that You can't abide this You wanna fake that Take a look around you |
Multilateral Nuclear DisarmamentMake it happen, we can make it happenMake it happen, we can make it happen Make it happen, we can make it happen Make it happen, we can make it happen Let's go Wheel up, back up, rewind Happen, we can make it happen Make it happen, we can make it happen Happen, we can make it happen Make it happen, we can make it happen Happen, we can make it happen Make it happen, we can make it happen Uh-huh Huh Don't slow down now Don't stop listening It's the reason we can ?? Uh-huh Happen, we can make it happen Happen, we can make it happen Make it happen, we can make it happen Make it happen, we can make it happen Ditty-ditty-ditty-ditty-dum Ditty-ditty-ditty-ditty-dum You don't stop Don't stop That's right, you don't stop rockin' the beat |
Here's a Little Something for YaYes, yes, yesIll out the gate, I set it off I suppose you're exposed, so get lost And break north, cut all connections Join the sucker MC witness protection M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-Mike D Step off the launch in the place to be Always on time so I never botch The tick to the tock of the Mike D watch Here's a little something for ya I'm-a drive a little and stall ya Don't lose your balance and fall ya And if you're feeling chilly I'm-a get you a shawl Get ready, get set (get set) Place your bet (your bet) What you get (you get) Is not done yet (done yet) Get ready, get set (get set) Place your bet (your bet) What you get (you get) Here's a little something for ya Honest Mike, what? Honest Mike D Don't really care if the press likes me I just speak my conscience, just speak my mind I don't trip or flip and then I start to find Queens up front, Brooklyn's in the back Flack from flak guns, riot squads smokin' crack The odds are stacked for those who lack I been a lucky motherfucker when it comes to that I slow roast, I'm steady tappin' Oh, yes, I guess I'm the toast of Manhattan In Miami, I'm sleazy with John Salley Shout out to Andre Leon Talley Get ready, get set (get set) Place your bet (your bet) What you get (you get) Is not done yet (done yet) Get ready, get set (get set) Place your bet (your bet) What you get (you get) Here's a little something for ya The shit is crazy The shit is crazzzeee Dr. Carlton Brassiere, a.k.a. Joyce Dr. Bombay is the ladies' choice Step on stage to the smoke from dry ice Every time we bring it twice as noice Now ease up brethren, take an Excedrin Only name check to rhyme is Tippi Hedren I'm lookin' fine, I'm gettin' much finer Steady lounging in my La-Z-Boy recliner Losing it in traffic, amped up on coffee Like kids going wild after school for Mr. Softee Like a slice around the corner, uh, it's sneaking up on ya Breathing down your neck, uh, it's creeping up on ya Get ready, get set (get set) Place your bet (your bet) What you get (you get) Is not done yet (done yet) Get ready, get set (get set) Place your bet (your bet) What you get (you get) Here's a little something for ya |
Crazy Ass ShitOn and on to the break of dawnOn and on to the break of dawn On and on to the break of dawn On and on to the break of dawn Now let me introduce myself, I'm Adrock No matter what you order, well, I got it in stock The doody rhyme thing, well, we got it on lock Top off the look with the Argyle sock Take it from me now, I'm gonna give it all I got I take a licking, still tick-tick-tock But smoked salmon ain't old school lox I go to Peter Brady and I buy Greg's sox It's Mike on the mic and I'm known to please Stinky nasty like the head cheese Caps, gowns, honorary degrees Rhymes fresh pressed like '83 Lees You can't stop, you got to keep on You can't stop, you got to keep on I mean that's all I got, except I've just got... Even Michael Diamond him never learn Atop him head, him have a curly perm Tissue up my nose and my dick's in a cast I don't wanna talk about it, past is past All you crusty punks that are into Crass Go and take a shower and wash that ass We rock nonstop here in New York City Sweet on the mic, looking so damn pretty Served by me, well, it must feel shitty Weird thing to say here, it goes tough titty I've got rhymes in a pitcher and it's time to pour I'm at the tee and I'm screaming "Fore!" Hit into your party as I declare war Roberta Peterson's got a spine like a dinosaur You can't stop, you got to keep on You can't stop, you got to keep on You can't stop, you got to keep on On and on to the break of dawn Brass monkey, you're the funky Brass monkey, you're the funky Brass monkey, you're the funky Brass monkey, you're the funky monkey |
The Lisa Lisa/Full Force RoutineAwww, shitWhoa, what? Front (front), back (back) Sucker grab a snack (snack) pack I (I) got (got) Young-Holt wack (wack) Get (get) down (down) Grade a ground round (round) Sound that you're lovin' Givin' (givin') us a pound (pound) Full (Full) Force (Force) Lisa Lisa, Cult Jam All (all) night (night) Listening to dope man You could (you could) say (say) Yes, we're looking pretty (pretty) Money (Money) Makin' (Makin') New York City |
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