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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Beastie Boys
Beastie Boys
Performer
Adrock
Adrock
Vocals
MCA
MCA
Vocals
Mike D
Mike D
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adam Yauch
Adam Yauch
Songwriter
Matt Dike
Matt Dike
Songwriter
John King
John King
Songwriter
Adam Keefe Horovitz
Adam Keefe Horovitz
Songwriter
Michael Diamond
Michael Diamond
Songwriter
Mike Simpson
Mike Simpson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Beastie Boys
Beastie Boys
Producer
The Dust Brothers
The Dust Brothers
Producer
Allan Abrahamson
Allan Abrahamson
Assistant Recording Engineer
Mario Caldato Jr.
Mario Caldato Jr.
Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Some static started in the pool hall
Hit a motherfucker's face with the cue ball
Then I met this girl, she tried to gank me
So I smacked her in the pooty with plank, B
'Cause me and my crew are out breaking windows
The bingo, the lotto, you know I'll never win those
Possession is half the law
I had my routines before all of y'all
Your whole life is coming apart at the seams
You ain't nothing but a car thief biting routines
See I'm a city slicker, I ain't no townie
Right now, I wish I had another hash brownie
Like Ricky always said, "You've got to toke and pass"
"Or Mookie's gonna kick your motherfucking ass"
You try to take what isn't yours like a goddamn rat
(See, I personally, I wouldn't even wanna go out like that)
[Verse 2]
I'm a writer, a poet, a genius, I know it
I don't buy cheeba, I grow it—"I'm a farmer"
People always trying to get next to me
I had a beautiful experience on ecstasy
I smoked up a bag of elephant tranquilizer
Because I had to deal with a money-hungry miser
Had a 'caine-filled Kool with my man Rush Rush
Saw my teeth fall in the sink when I started to brush
You be doing nose candy on the Bowie Coke Mirror
My girl asked for some but I pretended not to hear her
You can't deny me, you always want to try me
Yo, you're just gonna get your ass kicked
Homeboy, throw in the towel
Your girl got dicked by Ricky Powel
The Godfather of Soul in the belly of the beast
Smoking that dust at St. Anthony's Feast
[Verse 3]
All the wife beaters and all the tax cheaters
Sitting in the White House pulling their peters
Buy my cheeba from the cop down the street
Only cop with a rope chain walking the beat
So like a sneaky pouch time-bomb tickin'
Like the beat to my rhyme just kickin'
Space cake cookies, I discover who I am
I'm a dusted old bummy Hurdy Gurdy Man
Five-O caught me, now I'm going to the mountains
Said good-bye to my girl, my lawyer and accountants
My mind is kinda rhymin' and I think I oughta think
So I'm rockin' all my rhymes and I'll have another drink
So the lights are flashing, my mind is spinning
I feel like it is always the beginning
Of another rhyme
I'm rapping, MC'ing, I rock
You ain't nothing but a car thief who must be stopped
Written by: Adam Horovitz, Adam Yauch, John King, Matt Dike, Michael Diamond, Mike D, Mike Simpson
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