Beastie Boys, Mark Nishita, Drew Lawrence - Finger Lickin' Good lyrics

It's finger licking, finger licking good
Y'all
Finger licking, a finger licking good, y'all
It's finger licking, finger licking good
Y'all
It's finger licking, finger licking good
Y'all

Licking-licking, uh licking-licking, uh
Licking-licking, uh licking-licking, uh

Well, Mike d, what's up?
Yo, Yauch what's up?
Come on, Mike, let's tear it up
Hear no evil, see no evil
Talkin' no bullshit
So many damn people are so damn full of it
Keyboard Money Mark
You know he ain't having it
Just give him some wood and
He'll build you a cabinet
I’m convinced that Vince is ripping me off
I think it's his girdle that's tipping me off
Well, Mike D's out back
And he's growing onions
I’ve got bigger buns than
My man Paul Bunyon's
I’ve been going nuts, getting all cooped up
Fully hermitizing
But now I’m getting souped up
It's time to turn the page
To a brand-new chapter
Settin' my sights and you know what I’m after
I’ll be in the paper the
News with Ernie Ernesto
They'll even print my recipe
For pasta with pesto
Now here's another special of the day
I’ve got more spice than the frugal gourmet

It's finger licking, finger licking good
Y'all
Finger licking, a finger licking good, y'all
It's finger licking, finger licking good
Y'all
It's finger licking, finger licking good
Y'all

Licking-licking, uh licking-licking, uh
Licking-licking, uh licking-licking, uh

Well, Mike D (huh) , what you got for me?
Show these good people what it means to be D
Well, they call me Mike D
With the mad man style
I put the mic up to my lips
And I can scream for a while
Created a sound at which many were shocked at
I’ve got a million ideas that
I ain't even rocked yet
I’ve got the light bulb flashing on
The top of my head
Never wake up on the wrong side of the bed
You're an idea man, not a yes man
With a point to make
You're bound to take a stand
Cause, I’m Pete the Puma, Minnie the Moocher
Got every type of flavor or
Style that will suit ‘ya
You know the bass is real fat
Because it's gotta be like that
A snare on the funky tin
And a taste of the hi hat

Finger licking, finger licking good, y'all
Finger licking, a finger licking good, y'all
It's finger licking, it's
Finger licking good, y'all
A finger licking, a licking, licking good
Y'all yo, Yauch what's up?
Mike D, what's up?
Come on Yauch, let's tear it up
Well, I could catch a groove like
A flash in the dark
I grab a hold of your attention
Like a thief in the park
‘Cause, I can flip a rhyme off
The tip of my tongue
Yeah, I be switching up the rhythm like
The rhyme's a piece of chewing gum
Now I might chew, but I don't bite
My ideas are mine when I begin to write
In my sleep, I’ll be thinking 'bout beats and
Getting on the mic and
Busting some treats and
Sportin’ the crazy funky threads that
You've never even seen before
What I’m lacking from the macking I
Can find at the thrift store
I won't scuff nor scuffle
Just grin as they walk by
Take time to rhyme for a girl I hear talk fly
Down some papaya, down with the revolution
Always wear my goggles
‘cause there's so much pollution
I can do the Freak, the Patty Duke
And the Spank gotta free the funky fish from
The funky fish tanks
I’ll sell my house, sell my car
And I’ll sell all my stuff
"I’m going back to New York City
I do believe I’ve had enough"

Whipped-whipped-whipped cream
Whipped-whipped-whipped cream

We're gonna’ be out of her in a minute
So this one goes out to my man, Mario C
My brother Adrock
Cuttin' it up on the turntable
Yeah, finger lickin' good, y'all
DJ Hurricane is finger lickin' good, y'all