: Yeah... To all the Brooklyn girls To all the French girls To all the Oriental girls Chinese Japanese To all the Swiss girls To the Italian women To
and he's always phoneless Sleepin' on the street in a cardboard box He's better off drinkin' than smokin' the rocks Johnny Ryall x 4 He drinks where he lies He's
always asking what's the phenomenon Yo what's up know what's going on No one really knows what I'm talking about Yeah that's right my name's Yauch Ponce
I'm on time and that's how it goes You heard my style I think you missed the point That's the joint Mike D with your bad self running things What's
don't you all get inside Tune in tune on to my tune that's live Ladies flock like fish to my line Hey ladies ! She's got a gold tooth you know she's
to me or you're gonna get mushed Doing 120 plowing over mail boxes Radar detector to tell me where the cops is Spend another night at the Motel 6 It's
skin head You're all mixed up like pasta primavera Why'd you throw that chair at Geraldo Rivera 'Cause one man's ceiling is another man's floor So get
ass kicked Homeboy throw in the towel Your girl got dicked by Ricky Powell The Godfather of Soul is in the belly of the beast For smoking that dust at St. Anthony's
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
: "Agh agh..." There's a girl over there "Agh agh yea" "agh agh agh yea" With long brown hair "Agh agh yea" "agh agh agh yea" I took her to the place
: Get on the mic Mike let's be real and don't cloud the issue The rhymes are rope an M.C. you must listen to People say that they been missin' me and
: It's 4:00 a.m. I've got the Dr. Hfuhruhurr Ale I've got nothing to lose so I'm pissin' on the third rail Groggy eyed and fried I'm headed for the station
I'm smoking and peaking I put the skis on the roof almost every single weekend Can't stop the mindfuck when it's rolling along Can't stop the smooth runnin's when the shit's
: He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost She's slippin through his fingers as she's movin' out to the coast If your
: (Some hoopin' and a hollerin') Jeb.. get away from the bar-b-que man Don... get the hell away from that thing Don's, give me a kiss Won't you come
A. Yo they just got my little cousin ese Sometimes hard boiled sometimes runny It comes from a chicken not a bunny dummy People laugh it's no joke My name's
like Charles Dickens Got the girlies in the Couple like the Colonel's got the chickens Always go out dapper like Harry S. Truman I'm madder than Mad's
: DJ Hurricane... When Mike D's in the house what you gonna' do I go A.W.O.L. Adrock's in the house what you gonna' do I go A.W.O.L. When MCA's in the
