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Hold It Now Hit It

Hold it now, hit it
Yo, Leeroy

Ahh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Why don't you hook up that def jam right about now?

Now I chill real ill when I start to chill
When I fill my pockets with a knot of dollar bills
Sipping pints of ale out the window sill
When I get my fill I'm chilly-chill
Now I just got home because I'm out on bail
What's the time, it's time to buy ale
Peter eater, parking meter, all of the time
If I run out of ale, it's Thunderbird wine
Miller drinking, chicken eating, he dresses so fly
I got friends in high places that are keeping me high
Dip down with Mike D and it ain't no hassle
I got the ladies of the eighties from here to White Castle

Hold it now, hit it
Yo, Leeroy
It's my drum, it's my, hold it now, it's my rhyme

Now I'm Adam Yauch in the place to be
And all the girls are on me 'cause I'm down with Mike D
I'm down with Mike D and it ain't no baloney
For real, not phony O.E. and Rice-a-Roni
I come out at night 'cause I sleep all day
Well, I'm the King Adrock and he's MCA
Well, I'm cruisin', I'm bruisin', I'm never ever losing
I'm in my car I'm going far and dust is what I'm using
Around the way is where I'm from
And I'm from Manhattan and I'm not a bum
Because you're pud-slapping, ball-flapping, you got that juice
My name's Mike D and I can do that Jerry Lewis

Hold it now, hit it
Yo, Leeroy

Yo, that was real def, man, try that again, man
I like that def stuff, boy

Hip-hoppin' and body rockin', doin' the do
Beer drinking, breath stinking, sniffing glue
Belly flipping, always illing, busting caps
My name's Mike D and I write my own snaps
I'm a peep show seeking on the Forty Deuce
I'm a killer at large and I'm on the loose
Pistol packing, Monkey drinking, no money bum
I come from Brooklyn 'cause that's where I'm from
Cheap-skate, perpetrating, money-hungry jerk
Everyday I drink O.E. and I don't go to work
You drippy nose knucklehead, you're wet behind the ears
You like men and we like beer

Hold it now, hit it
Yo, Leeroy

Bust that choco-lotto
What, huh, yo, man, pass that over here, man, alright

King of the Ave with the def female
You're rhyming and stealin' with the freshest ale
King cooling at the crib, watching my TV
Ed Norton, Ted Knight, and Mr E-D
Pump it up, homeboy, just don't stop
Chef Boyardee cooling on the pot
I take no slack 'cause I got the knack
I'm never dusting out 'cause I torched that crack
The King Adrock that is my name
You all drinking Moet and we got the champagne
A quarter droppin', going shoppin', buying wigs
Surgeon general, cut professor, DJ Thigs

Hold it now, hit it
Hit it
Hold it now, hit it
Yo, Leeroy