Beastie Boys - Hold It Now, Hit It lyrics
[Beastie Boys - Hold It Now, Hit It lyrics]
Hold it now, hit it yo, Leroy!
Ahh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Why don't you hook up that
Def jam right about now?
Now I chill real ill when I start to chill
When I fill my pockets with
A knot of dollar bills
Sipping pints of ale out the window sill
When I get my fill, I'm chilly chill
Now, I just got home because I'm out on bail
What's the time? It's time to buy ale
Peter eater, parking meter, all of the time
If I run out of ale, it's Thunderbird wine
Miller-drinking, chicken-eating, dress so fly
I got friends in high places
That are keeping me high
Get down with Mike D, and it ain't no hassle
I got the ladies of the eighties
From here to White Castle
Hold it now, hit it yo, Leroy!
It's my drum, it's my, hold it now
It's my rhyme
And now it's me, Adam Yauch
In the place to be
All the girls are on me 'cause
I'm down with Mike D
I'm down with Mike D, and it ain't no baloney
For real, not phony, OE and Rice-a-Roni
I come out at night 'cause I sleep all day
Well, I'm the King Ad-Rock, and he's MCA
Well, I'm cruisin', I'm bruisin'
I'm never ever losing
I'm in my car, I'm going far
And dust is what I'm using
Around the way is where I'm from
And I'm from Manhattan, and I'm not a bum
Because you're pud-slapping, ball-flapping
Got that juice my name's Mike D
And I can do that Jerry Lewis
Hold it now, hit it yo, Leroy!
Yo, that was real def, man, try that again
Man i like that def stuff, boy
Hip-hoppin', body rockin', doin' the do
Beer drinking, breath stinking, sniffing glue
Belly fillin', always illin', bustin' caps
My name's Mike D, and I write my own snaps
I'm a-peep-show seeking on the Forty-Deuce
I'm a killer at large, and I'm on the loose
Pistol packing, Monkey drinking, no money bum
I come from Brooklyn 'cause
That's where I'm from
Cheap-skatin', perpetrating
Money hungry jerk
Every day I drink OE, and I don't go to work
You drippy nose knucklehead
You're wet behind the ears
You like men, and we like beer
Hold it now, hit it yo, Leroy!
Bust that choco-lotto
What, huh, yo, man, pass that over here, man
All right
King of the Ave with the def female
You're rhymin' and stealin' with
The freshest ale
Kid cooling at the crib watching my TV
Ed Norton, Ted Knight, and Mr e-D
Pump it up, homeboy, just don't stop
Chef Boyardee, cooling on the pot
I take no slack, 'cause I got the knack
I'm never dusting out 'cause
I tossed that crack
The King Ad-Rock, that is my name
Y'all drinking Moet, and we got the champagne
A quarter droppin', going shoppin'
Buyin' wigs
Surgeon general, cut professor, DJ Thigs
Hold it now, hit it hit it
Hold it now, hit it yo, Leroy!
Ahh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Why don't you hook up that
Def jam right about now?
Now I chill real ill when I start to chill
When I fill my pockets with
A knot of dollar bills
Sipping pints of ale out the window sill
When I get my fill, I'm chilly chill
Now, I just got home because I'm out on bail
What's the time? It's time to buy ale
Peter eater, parking meter, all of the time
If I run out of ale, it's Thunderbird wine
Miller-drinking, chicken-eating, dress so fly
I got friends in high places
That are keeping me high
Get down with Mike D, and it ain't no hassle
I got the ladies of the eighties
From here to White Castle
Hold it now, hit it yo, Leroy!
It's my drum, it's my, hold it now
It's my rhyme
And now it's me, Adam Yauch
In the place to be
All the girls are on me 'cause
I'm down with Mike D
I'm down with Mike D, and it ain't no baloney
For real, not phony, OE and Rice-a-Roni
I come out at night 'cause I sleep all day
Well, I'm the King Ad-Rock, and he's MCA
Well, I'm cruisin', I'm bruisin'
I'm never ever losing
I'm in my car, I'm going far
And dust is what I'm using
Around the way is where I'm from
And I'm from Manhattan, and I'm not a bum
Because you're pud-slapping, ball-flapping
Got that juice my name's Mike D
And I can do that Jerry Lewis
Hold it now, hit it yo, Leroy!
Yo, that was real def, man, try that again
Man i like that def stuff, boy
Hip-hoppin', body rockin', doin' the do
Beer drinking, breath stinking, sniffing glue
Belly fillin', always illin', bustin' caps
My name's Mike D, and I write my own snaps
I'm a-peep-show seeking on the Forty-Deuce
I'm a killer at large, and I'm on the loose
Pistol packing, Monkey drinking, no money bum
I come from Brooklyn 'cause
That's where I'm from
Cheap-skatin', perpetrating
Money hungry jerk
Every day I drink OE, and I don't go to work
You drippy nose knucklehead
You're wet behind the ears
You like men, and we like beer
Hold it now, hit it yo, Leroy!
Bust that choco-lotto
What, huh, yo, man, pass that over here, man
All right
King of the Ave with the def female
You're rhymin' and stealin' with
The freshest ale
Kid cooling at the crib watching my TV
Ed Norton, Ted Knight, and Mr e-D
Pump it up, homeboy, just don't stop
Chef Boyardee, cooling on the pot
I take no slack, 'cause I got the knack
I'm never dusting out 'cause
I tossed that crack
The King Ad-Rock, that is my name
Y'all drinking Moet, and we got the champagne
A quarter droppin', going shoppin'
Buyin' wigs
Surgeon general, cut professor, DJ Thigs
Hold it now, hit it hit it
Hold it now, hit it yo, Leroy!