Beastie Boys - Car Thief lyrics
[Beastie Boys - Car Thief lyrics]
Some static started in the pool hall
Hit a motherfucker's face with the cue ball
And I met this girl, she tried to gank me
So I smacked her in the booty with a plank, B
'Cause me and my crew
Were 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 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, I ain't no townie
Right now, I wish I had another hash brownie
And like Ricky always said
You've got to toke and pass
Or Mookie's gonna kick your motherfucking ass
Try to take what isn't yours
Like a god damn rat see I, personally
I wouldn't even wanna go out like that
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 Powell
The Godfather of Soul in the
Belly of the beast
Smoking that dust at St anthony's Feast
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
The only cop with a rope chain
When he's walking the beat
So like a sneaky pouch time-bomb ticking
A-like the beat to my rhyme just kicking
Space cake cookies, I discover who I am
I'm a dusted old bummy Hurdy Gurdy Man
Five oh caught me
Now I'm going to the mountains
Said good-bye to my girl
My lawyer and accountants
My mind is kinda rhyming
And I think I oughta think
So I'm rockin' all the 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, emceeing, I rock
You ain't nothing but a car
Thief who must be stopped
Soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft
Soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft
Soft, soft, soft, soft, soft
Soft, soft, soft
Soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft
Soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft
Soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft
Hit a motherfucker's face with the cue ball
And I met this girl, she tried to gank me
So I smacked her in the booty with a plank, B
'Cause me and my crew
Were 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 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, I ain't no townie
Right now, I wish I had another hash brownie
And like Ricky always said
You've got to toke and pass
Or Mookie's gonna kick your motherfucking ass
Try to take what isn't yours
Like a god damn rat see I, personally
I wouldn't even wanna go out like that
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 Powell
The Godfather of Soul in the
Belly of the beast
Smoking that dust at St anthony's Feast
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
The only cop with a rope chain
When he's walking the beat
So like a sneaky pouch time-bomb ticking
A-like the beat to my rhyme just kicking
Space cake cookies, I discover who I am
I'm a dusted old bummy Hurdy Gurdy Man
Five oh caught me
Now I'm going to the mountains
Said good-bye to my girl
My lawyer and accountants
My mind is kinda rhyming
And I think I oughta think
So I'm rockin' all the 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, emceeing, I rock
You ain't nothing but a car
Thief who must be stopped
Soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft
Soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft
Soft, soft, soft, soft, soft
Soft, soft, soft
Soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft
Soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft
Soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft