3-Minute Rule
Beastie Boys Song Lyrics

  I stay up all night I go to sleep watching Dragnet     Never sleep alone because Jimmy is the magnet     I'm so rope they call me Mr. Roper     When the troubles arise you know I'm the cool coper     On the mic I score just like the Yankees     Get over on Ms. Crabtree like my main man Spankee     Excuse me young lady I don't mean to trouble ya     But you're looking so fly inside your B.M.W.     I got lucky I brought home the kitten     Before I got busy I schlepped on the mitten     Can't get better odds because I'm a sure thing     Proud Mary keeps on turning and rolling like a Ring Ding     Jump the turnstile never pay the tool     Doo wa diddy and bust with the pre-roll     Customs jailed me over an herb seed     Don't rat on your boy over some rat weed     I'm outta your back door     I'm into another     Your boyfriend doesn't know about me and you're mother     Not perfect grammar always perfect timing     The Mike stands for money and the D. is for diamonds     Roses are red the sky is blue     I got my barrel at your neck so what the fuck you gonna do     It's just two wheels and me the wind in my eyes     The engine is the music and my nine's by my side     Cause you know why a you see H.     I'm takin' all M.C.'s out of the place     Takin' life as it comes no fool am I     I'm goin' off gettin' paid and I don't ask why     Playin' beats on my box makin' music for the many     Know alota def girls that'll do anything     A lot of parents like to think I'm a villain     I'm just chillin' like Bob Dylan     Yea I smoke cheeba it helps me with my brain     I might be a little dusted but I'm not insane     People come up to me and they try to talk shit man     I was making records when you were sucking on your mother's dick     Girl you're walking tall now in your fancy clothes     You got fancy things their going up your nose     You gettin' fancy gifts from expensive men     You're a dog on a leash like a pig in a pen     Mothership connection getting girl's affection     If your life needs correction don't follow my direction     You got your 8 by 10 your agent your Harley     You be driving around Hollywood with yo sorry charlie     Cause I'm running things like some Mack motherfucker     You slipin' you slackin' cause you're a false fake sucker     You slip you slack you clock me and you lack     While I'm reading on the road by my man Jack Kerouac     Poetry in motion coconut lotion     Had to diss the girl because she got too emotional     Are you experienced little girl     I want to know what goes on in your little girl world     Cause I'm on your mind It's hard to forget me     I'll take your pride for a ride if you let me     So peace out ya'll, a PCP song out     Full throttle to the bottle and full full clout     And I'm out...     Waa...