- Beastie Boys Hold It Now, Hit It 歌詞
- Beastie Boys
- Hold it now, hit it!
Yo Leroy!Aw yeah, yo yo, yeah
Why dont you do 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
Sippin pints of ale out the window sill
When I get my fill,
Im chilly chill
And now I just got home because
Im out on bail
Whats the time?
Its time to buy ale!
Peter eater parkin meter all of the time
If I run out of ale, its
Thunderbird wine
Miller drinkin, chicken eatin, dress so fly
I got friends in high places that are keepin me high
Get down with
Mike D and it aint no hassle
I got the ladies of the eighties from here to
White Castle
Hold it now, hit it!
Yo Leroy!Its my joint its my, hold it now
Its my rhyme
The now and
T, Adam Yauch in the place to be
And all the girls are on me cause
Im down with
Mike DIm down with
Mike D, and he aint no baloney
For real, not phony
O.E. and Rice-a-
RoniI come out at night cause
I sleep all day
Well Im the
King Ad Rock, and hes
MCAWell Im a-cruisin ,
Im bruisin,
Im never ever losin
Im in my car,
Im goin far and dust is what
Im usinAround the way is where
Im fromAnd
Im from Manhattan and
Im not a bum
Because youre pud-slappin, ball-flappin, got that juice
My names
Mike D and
I can do that
Jerry Lewis
Hold it now, hit it!
Yo Leroy!Yo man, that was real def man
Try that again, man
I like that def stuff, boy!
Hip hoppin, body rockin, doin the do
Beer drinkin, breath stinkin, sniffin glue
Belly fillin, always illin, bustin caps
My names
Mike D and
I write my own snaps
Now Im a peep-show seekin on the forty-deuce
Im a killer at large and
Im on the loose
Pistol packin, monkey drinkin, no money bum
I come from
Brooklyn cause thats where
Im fromCheap skate, perpetratin, money hungry jerk
Every day
I drink O.
E. and I dont go to work
You drippy nose knucklehead, youre we behind the ears
You like men and we like beers!
Hold it now, hit it
Yo Leroy!Pass that joint on over
Yo man, pass that over here man, all right
King of the
Ave with the def female
Youre rhymin and stealin with the freshest ale
Coolin at the crib watchin my
TVEd Norton,
Ted Knight and
Mr. EdPump it up homeboy, just dont stop
Chef Boyardee coolin on the pot
I take no slack cause
I got the knack
And Im never dustin out cause
I torch that crack
The King Ad
Rock, that is my name
Yalls drinkin
Moet and we got the champagne
A quarter droppin, goin shoppin buyin wigs
Surgeon General cut professor,
D.J. Thigs!
Hold it now, hit it!
Hit it!Hold it now, hit it!
Yo Leroy!
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