Hold It Now-Hit It
Beastie Boys Song Lyrics

Now I chill real ill when I start to chillWhen I fill my pockets with a knot of dollar billsSipping pints of ale out the window sillWhen I get my fill I'm chilly chillNow I just got home because I'm out on bailWhat's the time? it's time to buy alePeter eater parking meter all of the timeIf I run out of ale it's Thunderbird wineMiller drinking chicken eating dress so flyI got friends in high places that are keeping me highDown with Mike D. and it ain't no hassleGot the ladies of the eighties from here to White CastleHold it now - hit it!M.C. Adam Yauch in the place to beAnd all the girls are on me cause I'm down with Mike D.I'm down with Mike D. and it ain't no baloneyFor real, not phony O.E. and Rice-a-RoniI come out at night 'cause I sleep all dayAnd I'm the King Adrock and he's M.C.A.Well I'm cruising, I'm bruising I'm never ever losingI'm in my car I'm going far and dust is what I'm usingAround the way is where I'm fromAnd I'm from Manhattan and I'm not a bumBecause you're pud-slapping, ball-flapping - got that juiceMy name's Mike D. and I can do that Jerry Lewis(repeat chorus)Hip-hop, body rockin' doing the doBeer drinking, breath stinking, sniffing glueBelly flipping, always illing, busting capsMy name's Mike D. and I write my own snapsI'm a peep-show seeking on the forty-deuceI'm a killer at large and I'm on the loosePistol packing, Monkey drinking, no money bumI come from Brooklyn 'cause that's where I'm fromCheap-skate, perpetrating - money hungry jerkEveryday I drink a O.E. and I don't go to workYou drippy nose knuckle-head - you're we behind the earsYou like men - and we like beer.(repeat chorus)King of the Ave. with the Def femaleYou're rhyming and stealin' with the freshest aleCooling at the crib watching my TVEd Norton - Ted Knight - and Mr. EdPump it up homeboy just don't stopChef Boy-ar-dee cooling on the potI take no slack cause I got the knackAnd I'm never dusting out cause I torch that crackThe King Adrock that is my nameAnd you're drinking Moet we got the champagneA quarter dropping going shopping buying wigsSurgeon general cut professor D.J. Thigs(repeat chorus)