Beastie Boys - The Vibes lyrics
[Beastie Boys - The Vibes lyrics]
I kick out the jams and tell you who I am
I'll make you shake your ass like Les MaCann
(yeah) and then you're out talking
Shit like Yosemite Sam
You've got the elephant feet like Les McCann
Up the crack of dawn, I'm on my way
We're talking two foot dump and
There'll be no delay cause, I'm gone
The shit's getting out of hand
I'm changing my middle name to first Trem
I'm walking on the rhythm like Philippe Petit
I've got holes in my mouth
Where my teeth should be you ask
Whatever happenened to the rappin' duke?
I heard the Captain's gonna sign him
To Jive and that's the truth
Taking care of my functions
Still smokin' up the shrubery
I stopped eating chicken cause the
Shit was too rubbery
My produce, organic, from my own yard
Only the freshest herbs and
Growing's not too hard
Vibes, vibrations vibes, vibrations
Dreaming on it, screaming on it
Ready to get dumb
Waxing up my long joint, ready to get some
Looking at my board and my old boots
Seeing a waist deep champagne moment of truth
And on the court I've got
Game like my brother Matt
I give a shout out - so where you at?
But don't get souped, Matthew
Cause I'm-a take ya
Horatio Park right now and I'm-a shake ya
Give me the fresh count
You know that I'm stressed out
I need some inspiration, so get the best out
Like Rock Master Scott
I'm on the request line
Writing the fresh rhyme, having the best time
Good vibes flowing all around
Not a worry in mind as the friends around
A shout out to Linda, riding pow forever
Thunderbird is the word and you're
As light as a feather'
Well I smoke a bag of rat
Weed cause I don't care
And I'm waxing old ladies
Out of their underwears
I like the boomin' grannies
In big old panties
I'm giving it to grandma, making her crazy
I might be a white boy, but I'm no goofy
Got beats like Babalu on "I Love Lucy"
I'm not like the Skipper on "Fantasy Island"
I'm more like Captain Stubing when
I go buck whylin'
The Cire Traverse out to Death shoot
Or STH when they let me back at the Deuce
Cause, I can't get enough of that funky stuff
When the going gets rough
Ain't going out in the sluff
Down with Bubble Gum and the Ninth Creation
You get on down
We've got the sound sensation
Kid Fresh is back from the eighties
And we're doing it for the ladies
Vibes, vibrations vibes, vibrations
We got Vibes, vibrations
We got Vibes, vibrations vivi
I'll make you shake your ass like Les MaCann
(yeah) and then you're out talking
Shit like Yosemite Sam
You've got the elephant feet like Les McCann
Up the crack of dawn, I'm on my way
We're talking two foot dump and
There'll be no delay cause, I'm gone
The shit's getting out of hand
I'm changing my middle name to first Trem
I'm walking on the rhythm like Philippe Petit
I've got holes in my mouth
Where my teeth should be you ask
Whatever happenened to the rappin' duke?
I heard the Captain's gonna sign him
To Jive and that's the truth
Taking care of my functions
Still smokin' up the shrubery
I stopped eating chicken cause the
Shit was too rubbery
My produce, organic, from my own yard
Only the freshest herbs and
Growing's not too hard
Vibes, vibrations vibes, vibrations
Dreaming on it, screaming on it
Ready to get dumb
Waxing up my long joint, ready to get some
Looking at my board and my old boots
Seeing a waist deep champagne moment of truth
And on the court I've got
Game like my brother Matt
I give a shout out - so where you at?
But don't get souped, Matthew
Cause I'm-a take ya
Horatio Park right now and I'm-a shake ya
Give me the fresh count
You know that I'm stressed out
I need some inspiration, so get the best out
Like Rock Master Scott
I'm on the request line
Writing the fresh rhyme, having the best time
Good vibes flowing all around
Not a worry in mind as the friends around
A shout out to Linda, riding pow forever
Thunderbird is the word and you're
As light as a feather'
Well I smoke a bag of rat
Weed cause I don't care
And I'm waxing old ladies
Out of their underwears
I like the boomin' grannies
In big old panties
I'm giving it to grandma, making her crazy
I might be a white boy, but I'm no goofy
Got beats like Babalu on "I Love Lucy"
I'm not like the Skipper on "Fantasy Island"
I'm more like Captain Stubing when
I go buck whylin'
The Cire Traverse out to Death shoot
Or STH when they let me back at the Deuce
Cause, I can't get enough of that funky stuff
When the going gets rough
Ain't going out in the sluff
Down with Bubble Gum and the Ninth Creation
You get on down
We've got the sound sensation
Kid Fresh is back from the eighties
And we're doing it for the ladies
Vibes, vibrations vibes, vibrations
We got Vibes, vibrations
We got Vibes, vibrations vivi