Beastie Boys - B-Boys Makin' with the Freak Freak lyrics

Saklig ahh, yeah

B-Boys makin' with the freak freak
B-Boys makin' with the freak freak (oh oh)
B-Boys makin' with the freak freak
(somethin' brand new for you)
B-Boys makin' with the freak freak

Yeah, yeah puttin' songs together ain't no
Puzzle like Yahtzee
Sending this one out to K-Rob and Rammellzee
Well, let me introduce myself on this cut
(Woo) i'm Ad-Rock, I'm lit like a motherfuck
Well, I'm brewing up rhymes like
I was using a still
Kickin' it old school flow like Mike McGill
'Cause Yauch's on the upright
The shit just ain't funny
Got fat bass lines like
Russell Simmons steals money
Got clientele, you know I rock well


And then you're on my dick because I'm DFL
Yeah, Mike
'cause playing the bass is my favorite shit
I might be a hack on the stand up
But I'm working at it
I got my hair cut correct like Anthony Mason
Then I ride the IRT right up to Penn Station
(yeah, huh) penn Station, up on 8th Ave
Listen, all y'all, you get the ball back
He's got the savior faire
Because he's debonair
Well, Mike D with the vinyl
With the grooves so rare
And the rhymes that we're kickin' are doo doo

B-Boys makin' with the freak freak
B-Boys makin' with the freak freak
B-Boys makin' with the freak freak
Shit, if this is gonna be that kind of party
I'm gonna stick my dick
In the mashed potatoes
B-Boys makin' with the freak freak

Been makin' with the freak freak, so unique
I been learning from the elders
Now it's time to speak
Oh, that shit sounds nice
Mike D, come on and get it on, y'all
Talking shit about a mile a minute
Put the wax on the table and
Let the DJ spin it
Well, excuse me, motherfuckers
Can I beg your pardon?
I'm gonna see the Knicks at
The Madison Square Garden
And like the Knicks
I got game like I worked at Hasbro
On the mic I bug, like I was Prince Jazzbo
Well, the rhymes are stupid to
Make you go cuckoo
You can't sleep 'cause you're Cindy Lou Who
Down with the Hurra since
The Raising Hell Tour
Just listen to his cuts
There's no reason to tell more (yeah)
Cindy what? I didn't catch the last one
That shit sounded kinda nice
But bust a fast one
Well, I'm not known for my speed raps
So grab the microphone and cut out the claps
Ah, yeah, I like that, shit is kind of rough
I'll grab the microphone and fuck it up
(Aight, woo)

Well, I might seem out there
Just a little deranged i've got to cool off
Catch me on the driving range
Well I'm the ladies' choice like
I was JJ Evans
Legalize the weed, and I'll say
"Thank heavens!" i'm talking PGA Pro Tour 2
I'm Doctor Beepers on the tv
In my golfing shoes aww, pass me an iron
And I'll bust a chip shot
Then you throw me off the
Green 'cause I'm strictly Hip-Hop (yeah)
I'll grab the tee, I'll tee off
I'll grab the golf clubs, and
I'm off, I'm Audi, so check me
I've got the Timbos on my toes
When I'm on the green
I've got the custom made boots
With the spikey things
I'm working on my driving
'cause I'm going pro
I've got the funky fly golf
Gear from head to toe
Yeah, the B-Boys makin' with the freak
Freak 'cause it's unique unique
Mario's calling Nonni's about the pesto pizza
And then he's on a mission
And he's checking for peacha

B-Boys makin' with the freak freak
B-Boys makin' with the freak freak
B-Boys makin' with the freak freak
B-Boys makin' with the freak freak