Beastie Boys - Posse in Effect lyrics
[Beastie Boys - Posse in Effect lyrics]
Yes, yes, y'all
(y'all) , and you don't stop (stop)
Keep it on
(on) and stockin' the place (yo, Yauch)
Well, I'm MCA, I got nothin' to prove
Pay attention, my intention is to bust a move
(what?)
I drink quarts and cans and bottles and sixes
(what up?) between the turntables keep the
Vodka and the mixes
Well, I'm Mike D, I got the deuces wild
(yeah, buddy)
A list of girlies' numbers that I've dialed
I do the Smurf, the Popeye
And the Jerry Lewis
I like Bullwinkle, but I don't like Brutus
Well, I'm schoolin' in the boy's room
Coolin' by the locker (well)
All the girls in class knows
That I'm the cool rocker (uh, yeah)
Punk in the hall, man, I shoulda
Oughta hit him had the fresh rhymes
And the kid cold bit 'em
Smokin' in the boys room is what I do best
While you were at a party
Your girlfriend fessed (Check it)
I keep a pistol in my pocket
So you better be cautious
Fly around the world
But it makes me nauseous
Mike D's day off every day of the week
(ah, D) i got to the party
(keep it on) and I did the freak
I got a girl in the Castle
And one in the pagoda
You know I got rhymes like Abe Vigoda
I'm a Def Manhattan killer, a rhyme thriller
A mic in my hand
(bust it) and a mouth full of Miller
I got a hat, not a visor, I drink Budweiser
The turntable's up on the drum riser
The needle's in the groove
And the vinyl's on the platter
I know that I'm fly, man
There's no need to flatter
I travel around the globe
It's keeping girlies dizzy
My name's Mike D, so watch me get busy, y'all
G-g-get busy, y'all g-g-get busy, y'all
You're a fake wearin' sucker
Whose gold got rusted
Dusted, rusted, mustard, 'sgusted
Cheaper than a hot dog with no mustard
Mustard, mustard, mustard, mustard
You tried to steal my fresh
And you got cold busted
Busted, busted, busted, busted
Your crew's all soft, and I'm disgusted
'Sgusted, 'sgusted, 'sgusted
I'm from downtown from the
City from of Manhattan
I got a lotta girlies, and not one's cattin'
My posse's in effect
And we're doin' the deuce
And we got more rhymes than
Your whole damn crew
Caught you poppin' that weak
And you must have been dusted
Dusted, dusted, dusted
Stuck your head in the toilet
And stone-cold flushed it
Flushed it, flushed it, flushed it
Flushed it word
(y'all) , and you don't stop (stop)
Keep it on
(on) and stockin' the place (yo, Yauch)
Well, I'm MCA, I got nothin' to prove
Pay attention, my intention is to bust a move
(what?)
I drink quarts and cans and bottles and sixes
(what up?) between the turntables keep the
Vodka and the mixes
Well, I'm Mike D, I got the deuces wild
(yeah, buddy)
A list of girlies' numbers that I've dialed
I do the Smurf, the Popeye
And the Jerry Lewis
I like Bullwinkle, but I don't like Brutus
Well, I'm schoolin' in the boy's room
Coolin' by the locker (well)
All the girls in class knows
That I'm the cool rocker (uh, yeah)
Punk in the hall, man, I shoulda
Oughta hit him had the fresh rhymes
And the kid cold bit 'em
Smokin' in the boys room is what I do best
While you were at a party
Your girlfriend fessed (Check it)
I keep a pistol in my pocket
So you better be cautious
Fly around the world
But it makes me nauseous
Mike D's day off every day of the week
(ah, D) i got to the party
(keep it on) and I did the freak
I got a girl in the Castle
And one in the pagoda
You know I got rhymes like Abe Vigoda
I'm a Def Manhattan killer, a rhyme thriller
A mic in my hand
(bust it) and a mouth full of Miller
I got a hat, not a visor, I drink Budweiser
The turntable's up on the drum riser
The needle's in the groove
And the vinyl's on the platter
I know that I'm fly, man
There's no need to flatter
I travel around the globe
It's keeping girlies dizzy
My name's Mike D, so watch me get busy, y'all
G-g-get busy, y'all g-g-get busy, y'all
You're a fake wearin' sucker
Whose gold got rusted
Dusted, rusted, mustard, 'sgusted
Cheaper than a hot dog with no mustard
Mustard, mustard, mustard, mustard
You tried to steal my fresh
And you got cold busted
Busted, busted, busted, busted
Your crew's all soft, and I'm disgusted
'Sgusted, 'sgusted, 'sgusted
I'm from downtown from the
City from of Manhattan
I got a lotta girlies, and not one's cattin'
My posse's in effect
And we're doin' the deuce
And we got more rhymes than
Your whole damn crew
Caught you poppin' that weak
And you must have been dusted
Dusted, dusted, dusted
Stuck your head in the toilet
And stone-cold flushed it
Flushed it, flushed it, flushed it
Flushed it word