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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Beastie Boys
Beastie Boys
Recorder
Jon Weiner
Jon Weiner
Recorder
Andre Kelman
Andre Kelman
Recorder
Michael Diamond
Michael Diamond
Vocals
Adam Yauch
Adam Yauch
Vocals
Adam Horovitz
Adam Horovitz
Vocals
Mix Master Mike
Mix Master Mike
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Diamond
Michael Diamond
Composer
Adam Yauch
Adam Yauch
Composer
Adam Horovitz
Adam Horovitz
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Beastie Boys
Beastie Boys
Recording Engineer
Jon Weiner
Jon Weiner
Recording Engineer
Andre Kelman
Andre Kelman
Recording Engineer
Philippe Zdar
Philippe Zdar
Mixing Engineer
Vlado Meller
Vlado Meller
Mastering Engineer
Mark Santangelo
Mark Santangelo
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, get up Yeah, uh Yes, here we go again, give you more, nothing lesser Back on the mic is the anti-depressor Ad-Rock, 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 Sippin' coffee, playing Keno in the casino Want a lucky number, ask Mike Dino I burn the competition like a flamethrower My rhymes, they 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 Make some noise if you're with me Crazy, crazy, crazy Armed insurrection, popular election Get paid every year like tax collection Hear my perfection, rotary connection Taking MCs down by lethal rap injection I'm like an ornithologist when I get pissed You must have drank a Fizzy-Lifting Drink and you got lifted And sifted, I'm just riffin' And when I catch MCs, it's time for wing clippin' I fly like a hawk, or better yet an eagle A seagull, I sniff suckers out like a beagle My ego is off and running 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 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 And you can show it to your friends and say, "That's my old self" Can't do me nothing, can't tell me nada Don't bug me now because I'm doing the lambada The forbidden dance, here's my chance To make romance in my B-boy stance Parlay romancin' into financin' 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 Make some noise if you're with me We got a party on the left, a party on the right Make some noise if you're with me We gotta party for the motherfuckin' right to fight Make some noise if you're with me Crazy, crazy, crazy
Writer(s): Michael Louis Diamond, Adam Horovitz, Adam Nathaniel Yauch Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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