Paul’s Boutique
July 25, 1989
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Tracklist:
- To All the Girls
- Shake Your Rump
- Johnny Ryall
- Egg Man
- High Plains Drifter
- The Sounds Of Science
- 3-Minute Rule
- Hey Ladies
- 5-Piece Chicken Dinner
- Looking Down The Barrel Of A Gun
- Car Thief
- What Comes Around
- Shadrach
- Ask For Janice
- B-Boy Bouillabaisse
Paul’s Boutique
01 To All the Girls
Now I rock a house party at the drop of a hat, yeah I beat a biter down with an aluminum bat A lot of people they be jonesin' just to hear me rock the mic They'll be staring at the radio Staying up all night So like a pimp I'm pimpin' I got a boat to eat shrimp in Nothing wrong with my leg just B-boy limpin' Got arrested at the Mardi Gras for jumping on a float My man MCA's got a beard like a billy goat Oowah oowah is my disco call MCA hu-huh, I'm gettin' rope y'all Routines, I bust, and the rhymes that I write And I'll be busting routines and rhymes all night Like eating burgers or chicken or you'll be picking your nose I'm on time homie that's how it goes You heard my style I think you missed the point It's the joint Mike D, yeah? With your bad self running things What's up with your bad breath onion rings Well I'm Mike D and I'm back from the dead Chillin' at the beaches down at Club Med Make another record 'cause the people they want more of this
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02 Shake Your Rump
Now I rock a house party at the drop of a hat, yeah I beat a biter down with an aluminum bat A lot of people they be jonesin' just to hear me rock the mic They'll be staring at the radio Staying up all night So like a pimp I'm pimpin' I got a boat to eat shrimp in Nothing wrong with my leg just B-boy limpin' Got arrested at the Mardi Gras for jumping on a float My man MCA's got a beard like a billy goat Oowah oowah is my disco call MCA hu-huh, I'm gettin' rope y'all Routines, I bust, and the rhymes that I write And I'll be busting routines and rhymes all night Like eating burgers or chicken or you'll be picking your nose I'm on time homie that's how it goes You heard my style I think you missed the point It's the joint Mike D, yeah? With your bad self running things What's up with your bad breath onion rings Well I'm Mike D and I'm back from the dead Chillin' at the beaches down at Club Med Make another record 'cause the people they want more of this Suckers they be saying they can take out Adam Horovitz Hurricane you got clout Other DJ's he'll take your head out A puppet on a string I'm paid to sing or rhyme Or do my thing I'm In a lava lamp inside my brain hotel I might be peakin' or freakin' but I rock well The Patty Duke the wrench and then I bust the tango Got more rhymes than Jamaica got Mango Kangols I got the peg leg at the end of my stump Shake your rump Full clout y'all Full clout y'all And when the mic is in my mouth I turn it out y'all Full clout Never been dumped 'cause I'm the most mackinest Never been jumped 'cause I'm known the most packinest Yeah we've got beef chief We're knocking out teeth chief And if you don't believe us you should question your belief Keith I'm like Sam the butcher bringing Alice the meat Like Fred Flintstone driving around with bald feet Should I have another sip no skip it In the back of the ride and bust with the whippet Rope a dope dookies all around the neck Whoo ha got them all in check Running from the law the press and the parents Is your name Michael Diamond? No mine's Clarence From downtown Manhattan the village My style is wild and you know that it still is Disco bag schlepping and you're doing the bump Shake your rump
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03 Johnny Ryall
Johnny Ryall is the bum on my stoop I gave him fifty cents to buy some soup He knows the time with the fresh Gucci watch He's even more over than the mayor Ed Koch Washing windows on the Bowery at a quarter to four 'Cause he ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more Livin' on borrowed time and borrowed money Sleepin' on the street there ain't a damn thing funny With the hand-me-down food and hand-me-down clothes A rockabilly past of which nobody knows Makes his home all over the place He goes to sleep by falling down on his face Sometimes known as the leader of the homeless Sometimes drunk, man the kid's always phoneless Sleepin' on the street in a cardboard box He's better off drinkin' than smokin' the rocks Johnny Ryall, Johnny Ryall Kickin' uptown, kickin' downtown, kickin' crosstown Johnny Ryall, Johnny Ryall He drinks where he lies He's covered with flies He's got the hand me down Pumas and the tie dyes Well, you go upstate and get your head together Thunderbird is the word and you're light as a feather Detox at the flop house no booze allowed Remember the good old days with the rockabilly crowd Memphis is where he's from (out in Tennessee) He lives in the street but he's no bum He's the rockabilly star from the days of old He used to have teeth all filled with gold He got platinum voice but only gold records On the bass (was Boots), on the drums (was Checkers) Louis Vuitton with the Gucci guitar Johnny Ryall Who do you think you are? Johnny Ryall, Johnny Ryall Takin' the night train, drinkin' O.E Johnny Ryall, Johnny Ryall One, two, three, four One, two, three, four One, two, three, four One, two, three Donald Trump and Donald Tramp living in the men's shelter Wonder Bread bag shoes and singing "Helter Skelter" He asks for a dollar you know what it's for Man, bottle after bottle he'll always need more He's no less important than you working class stiffs He drinks a lot of liquor but he don't drink piss He paid his dues playing the blues He claims that he wrote the Blue Suede Shoes Elvis shaved his head when he went into the army That's right y'all his name is Johnny Kick it Johnny Ryall, Johnny Ryall
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04 Egg Man
Ah yeah I looked out the window seen his bald head Ran to the fridge and pulled out an egg Scoped him with my scopes, he had no hair Launched that shot and he was caught out there Saw the convertible driving by I loaded up the slingshot, let one fly He went for his to find he didn't have one Put him in check, correct, with my egg-gun The egg, a symbol of life I go inside your house and bust out your wife I pulled out the jammy, he thought it was a joke The trigger, I pulled his face, the yolk Reached in his pocket, took all his cash Left my man standing with the egg mustache Suckers, they come a dime a dozen "When I say dozen, you know what I'm talkin' about, boy" Yeah, that's right, I'm the Egg Man, driving around King of the town (yeah) Always got my windows rolled down Ready to throw You know, I'm the Egg Man Once upon a time Egg Man Humpty Dumpty was a big fat egg He was playing the wall, then he broke his leg Tossed it out the window, three minutes hot Hit the Rastaman, he said, (blood clot) What came first, the chicken or the egg? I egged the chicken, and then I ate his leg Riding the trains, in between cars When I pull out the station, You're Gonna Get Yours Drive-by eggings, plaguing LA "Yo, you just got my little cousin, ese" Sometimes hard-boiled, sometimes runny (Ray) Comes from a chicken, not a bunny, dummy People laugh, it's no joke My name's "Yauch" and I'm throwing the yolk "Now they got me in a cell, " but I don't care It was then that I got caught catching people out there Up on the roof, in my car, up all night I'm going through science like Dolemite The Mack, who? I'm the Egg Man, taxi driver? I'm the Egg Man Egg Man, Egg Man We all dressed in black, we snuck up around the back We began to attack, the eggs did crack on Haze's back Sam I Am, down with the program Green Eggs and Ham, Yosemite Sam Come Halloween, you know I come strapped I throw it at a sucker, "k-pap" You made the mistake and judge a man by his race You go through life with egg on your face Woke up in the morning, peculiar feeling Looked up and saw egg dripping from the ceiling Family, punk rocks, the businessman I'll dog everybody with the egg in my hand Not like the crack that you put in a pipe But crack on your forehead, here's a towel, now wipe Egg Man, Egg Man, Egg Man, Egg Man, Egg Man, Egg Man Egg Man, Egg Man, Egg Man, Egg Man, Egg Man, Egg Man Egg Man, Egg Man, Egg Man, Egg Man, Egg Man Egg Man
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05 High Plains Drifter
'Cause I'm the high plains drifter, and I'm the drifter The high plains drifter, and I'm the drifter They can't catch me they're never gonna find me They're never gonna know that I'm the high plains drifter Pulled over to the river, to take a rest Pulled out a pair of pliers pulled a bullet out of my chest Fear and loathing 'cross the country listenin' to my 8-track I reached behind the seat and snatched a Kool from the pack I'm long-distance from my girl and I'm talking on my cellular She said that she was sorry and I said yeah the hell you were Check the rear view mirror check the gold tooth display Check out the odometer and I was on my way 'Cause I'm the high plains drifter the best that you can get A strapped shoplifter a pirate on cassette Bust a Travis Bickle when I feel that I'm getting pushed Don't step to me 'cause you could be gettin' mushed I'm doing a hundred and twenty plowin' over mailboxes Radar detector to tell me where the cops is Spend another night at the Motel 6 It's five dollars extra to get the porno flicks And then I concoct a black and tan in my brandy snifter I'ma kleptomaniac Kmart shoplifter Cash flow gettin' low so I had to pull a job I found a nice place to visit but a better place to rob I left the car outside and the engine still revving Takin' care of business at 7-Eleven I went inside to make my withdrawal I saw what he had had but I had to take it all Knucklehead deli tried to gyp me off the price So I clocked him on the turban with a bag of ice 'Cause I mellow like Jell-O cool like lemonade I made my get a way and then I thought that I had it made I feel like Steve McQueen, a Former movie star Looked in the rear view mirror seen the police car Ballantine quarts with the puzzle on the cap I couldn't help to notice I was caught in a speed trap Dirty Mary, Crazy Larry, on the run from Dirty Harry Stash the cash in the dash, but my gun I did carry I'm seeing blue and red flashing deep in the night I got my alibi straight and I pulled over to the right The cop knocked on my window and said Boy, where's the fire? You got a mailbox on your bumper and a bald front tire "Outta the car longhair, " your goose is cooked Read me my rights fingerprinted and booked Making like a DT, driving a grand fury Wherever I hang my hat's my home and my past is kind of blurry Every dog has his day mine will be in front of a jury High plains drifter you know that I'm never in a hurry Read me my rights as if I didn't know this Threw me in the tank with a drunk called Otis With his five o'clock shadow he smelled of three day old beer My man turned to me and said, "Why are you here?" I said I'm charming I'm dashing I'm rental car bashing I'm phony-paper passing at Nick's Check and Cashing I went before the judge he sent my to the Brooklyn house of D He said, "You behave or we'll throw away the key" Houdini'd out the cuffs, kicked the screw in the knee I took the Bailiff's wallet and went straight to OTB I had a good feeling easy come easy go I bet on one horse to win and another and so And sure enough, that nag came in Brought my ticket to the window and collected my win And I broke into my new car with a wire coat hanger Hot wired hot wheeled and, "Suzy is a headbanger"
Paul’s Boutique
06 The Sounds Of Science
Now here we go dropping science, dropping it all over Like bumping around the town like when you're driving a Range Rover Expanding the horizon and expanding the parameter Expanding the rhymes of sucka MC amateurs Naugels, Issac Newton, a scientific E-Z Ben Franklin with the kite, getting over with the key Now rock, shocking the mike of the many times, times the times tables Rock well to tell the spell all of the old fables 'Cause I be dropping the new science and I be kicking the new k-nowledge An MC to a degree that you can't get in college Now the drags of the earth and the eggs that I eat I got pegs through my hands and one through my feet Shea Stadium the radium, E.M.D. squared Kicked out of the Palladium, d'you think that I care? It's the sounds of science, the sounds of science Rope-a-dope The newest in new Right up to your face and diss you Waxin' and milkin' all of y'all square heads Time and money for girls covered with honey You lie and aspire to be as cunning Reelin' and rockin' and rollin' the B-sized D-cup Order the quarter deluxe, why don'tcha wake up My mind is kinda flowing like an oil projector Had to get up and get the Jimmy protector Went bezerk and worked, and exploded She woke up in the morning and her face was coated Buddy you study the man on the mic D, do whatcha' like Drunk as a skunk am I from celebration To peep that freak unique penetration Well I figured out who makes the crack it's The suckas with the badges and the blue jackets Professor of science 'cause I keep droppin' it I smell weak 'cause y'all keep poppin' it People always ask me what's the phenomenon Yo what's up? Yo what's goin' on No one really knows what I'm talkin' about And yeah that's right my name's Yauch Ponce De Leon, constantly on The fountain of youth, not Robotron Peace is a word I've heard before So move and move and move up on the dance floor 'Cause I'm gonna die, gonna die one day 'Cause I'm goin' and goin' and goin' this way Not like a roach or a peace of toast I'm goin' out first class, ain't goin' out coach Rock my Adidas, never rock Filas I do not sniff the coke, I only smoke the sinsemilla Well with my nose I knows and with my scope I scopes What I live I write and that's strictly rope I got science for any occasion Postulating theorems formulating equations From cheech wizard in a snow blizzard Eat a chicken gizzard with a girl named Lizzy Dropping science like Galileo dropped the orange
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07 3-Minute Rule
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 Miss Crabtree like my main man Spanky Excuse me young lady I don't mean to trouble ya Ya lookin' so hot inside your BMW I got lucky, I brought home the kitten Before I got busy I slipped on the mitten Can't get better odds because I'm a sure thing Proud Mary is a turning and rolling like a ring-ding Jump the turnstiles never pay the toll I did the doo-wah diddy and bust 'em with the pre-roll Customs jailed me over an herb seed Don't rat out your boy over some rat weed I'm out of your back door, I'm into another Your boyfriend doesn't know about me and your 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 'cha 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 Y-A-U-C-H I'm taking all MC's out in the place Taking life as it comes, no fool am I Going off, getting paid, and I don't ask why Playin' beats on my box, making music for the many Know a lot of def girls that are doing their thing A lot of parents like to think I'm a villain I'm just chillin', like Bob Dylan Yeah 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 your mother's dick Girl, you're walking tall now in your fancy clothes You got fancy things that goin' up your nose You're getting fancy gifts from expensive men You're a dog on a leash like a pig in a pen Mothership connection, getting girls' affection If your life needs correction, don't follow my direction You got your 8x10, your agent, your Harley You'll be driving around Hollywood, yo, sorry Charlie 'Cause I'm running things like some mack motherfucker You'll be slipping your slack in your face 'Cause your a false fake sucker You slipped your slack, you cock me and you're wack 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 to 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, y'all PCP, song out Full throttle to the bottle and full full clout And I'm out
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08 Hey Ladies
Hey ladies in the place, I'm callin' out to ya There never was a city kid truer and bluer There's more to me than you'll ever know And I've got more hits than Sadaharu Oh Tom Thumb, Tom Cushman or Tom Foolery I date women on T.V. with the help of Chuck Woolery Words are flowing out just like the Grand Canyon And I'm always out looking for a female companion I threw the lasso around the tallest one and dragged her to the crib I took off her moccasins and put on my bib Wheelin' and dealin' I make a little bit of stealing I'll bring her back to the place and your dress I'm peeling Your body's on time and your mind is appealing Staring at the cracks up there up on the ceiling Such and such'll be the bass that I'm throwing I'm talking to the girl telling her I'm all-knowing She's talking to the kid (who?) to the kid, to the kid I'm telling her every lie that you know that I never did Hey ladies, get funky All the ladies in the house The ladies, the ladies Well, me in the corner with a good looking daughter I dropped my drawers, said welcome back Kotter We was cutting up the rug, she started cutting up the carpet In my apartment, I begged her, please stop it The gift of gab is the gift that I have And that girl ain't nothing but a crab Educated no, stupid yep And when I say stupid, I mean stupid fresh I'm not James at fifteen or Chachi in charge I'm Adam and I'm adamant about living large With the white sassoons and the looks that kill Makin' love in the back of my Coupe De Ville I met a little cutie she was all hopped up on zootie I liked the little cutie but I kicked her in the bootie 'Cause I don't kinda go for that messin' around You be listening to my records' a number one sound Just step to the rhythm, step, step to the ride I've got an open mind so why don't you all get inside? Tune in, turn on to my tune that's live Ladies flock like bees to a hive Hey ladies, get funky Hey, hey, hey, hey ladies (girls, girls) Hey, hey, hey, hey, ladies One more time, ain't it funky now? Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey ladies (Ain't it funky now?) well, you know that She got a gold tooth you know she's hardcore She'll show you a good time then she'll show you the door Break up with your girl it ended in tears Vincent Van Gogh go and mail that ear Call her in the middle of the night when I'm drinking The phone booth on the corner is damp and it's stinking Said come on over it was me that she missed I threw that trash can through her window 'cause you know I got dissed Your old lady left you and you went insane You blew yourself up in the back of the six train Take my advice at any price a gorilla like your mother is mighty weak Sucking down pints until I didn't know Woke up in the morning with a one-ton ho 'Cause I announce I like girls that bounce With the weight that pays about a pound per ounce Girls with curls and big long locks And beatnik chicks just wearing their smocks Walking high and mighty like she's number one (She thinks she's the passionate one) Hey ladies, get funky Dance Good god Baby, baby, baby, baby Ain't it funky brother? Hey, hey, hey, hey ladies Hey ladies
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09 5-Piece Chicken Dinner
Whoo, whoo Jeb, get away from the barbecue man Go on, get the hell away from that thing C'mon, just give me a kiss Won't you come and give me a kiss
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10 Looking Down The Barrel Of A Gun
Ah Rolling down the hill, snowballing getting bigger Explosion in the chamber, the hammer from the trigger I seen him get stabbed, I watched the blood spill out He had more cuts than my man Chuck Chillout Twenty four is my age and twenty two is my gauge I'm writing rhymes on a page, and going up in a rage 'Cause I'm out on a mission, a stolen car mission Had a small problem with the transmission Three on the tree in the middle of the night I have this steak on my head 'cause I got into a fist fight Life comes in phases take the good with the bad You bought the coins on the street and you know you got had Because it's all high spirit, you know you got to hear it Don't touch the mic baby don't come near it It's gonna getcha, it's gonna getcha It's gonna getcha girl, it's gonna getcha Looking down the barrel of a gun, son of a gun Son of a bitch getting paid getting rich Ultra violence be running through my head Cold medina y'all, making me see red Rapid fire Louie like Rambo got bullets I'm a die harder like my kid Bruce Willis I love girlies, waxing and milking Coordinating shit is my man Dave Scilken Predetermined destiny is who I am You got your finger on the trigger like the Son of Sam I am like Clockwork Orange, going off on the town I've got homeboys bonanza to beat your ass down Well I'm mad at my desk and I'll be writing all curse words Expressing my aggressions through my schizophrenic verse words You're a headless chicken chasin', a sucker free basin Been lookin' for a fist to put your face in Well get hip get hip, don't slip ya knuckle heads Racism is schism on the serious tip
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11 Car Thief
Some static started in the pool hall Hit a motherfucker's face with the cue ball Then I met this girl she tried to gank me So I smacked her in the pootie with a Plank, B 'Cause me and my crew were out breaking windows The bingo, the lotto you know I'll never win those Possession is half the law I had my routines before all y'all Your whole life is coming apart at the seams You ain't nothing but a car thief biting routines See, I'm a city slicker I ain't no townie Right now I wish I had another hash brownie Like Ricky always said you've got to toke and pass Or Mookie's gonna kick your fuckin' ass You try to take what isn't yours like a God damn rat See, personally I wouldn't wanna go out like that I'm a writer, a poet, a genius, I know it I don't buy cheeba I grow it People always trying to get next to me I had a beautiful experience on ecstasy I Smoked up a bag of elephant tranquilizer Because I had to deal with a money-hungry miser Had a 'caine-filled Kool with my man Rush Rush Saw my teeth fall in the sink when I started to brush You be doing nose candy on the Bowie coke mirror My girl asked for some but I pretended not to hear her You can't deny me, you always want to try me Yo, you're just gonna get your ass kicked Homeboy throw in the towel Your girl got dicked by Ricky Powell The Godfather of Soul in the belly of the beast Smoking that dust at St. Anthony's Feast All the wife beaters and all the tax cheaters Sitting in the White House pulling their peters Buy my cheeba from the cop down the street The only cop with a rope chain walking the beat So like a sneaky pouch time bomb tickin' Or like the beat to my rhyme just kickin' Space cake cookies I discover who I am I'm a dusted old bummy hurdy-gurdy man Five-O caught me now I'm going to the mountains Said good-bye to my girl, my lawyers and accountants My mind is kinda rhymin' and I think I oughta think So I'm rockin' all the rhymes and I'll have another drink So the lights are flashing, my mind is spinning I feel like it is always the beginning Of another rhyme I'm rapping, M.C-ing I rock You ain't nothing but a car thief who must be stopped
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12 What Comes Around
Overripe, fresh-skeezed California females With 3-inch cherry red press-on Lee nails Reach into my mind for the rhymes I'm seeking Like a garbage bag full, overflowing now it's leaking Rapunzel, Rapunzel let down your hair So I can climb up and get into your underwear Rat soup eating, test cheating no business punk You're insecure born in the junkyard with the junk You've gone wet look crazy and messed with your head You fucked around and wound up with the bald skin head You're all mixed up like pasta primavera Yo why'd you throw that chair at Geraldo Rivera, man? 'Cause one man's ceiling is another man's floor So get that money out of your ass you whore I brought her upstairs onto the roof I dogged your wife and she is a doofus What goes around comes around What goes around comes around What goes around comes around And what comes around goes around Chosen bound Boogie down Yo homes, your nose is brown Clean bee, cleaning the G-spot, you know that we've got The Dolemite house and you have not Look out my window look over the city With two black eyes your girl ain't that pretty Why you want to beat that brat with a bat Why you want to treat your girl like that Living in the rat race smoking rat weed You reap what you sow when you plant the seed Bum cheese on rye with ham and prosciutto Got more Louie than Phillip Rizzuto What goes around comes around What goes around comes around What goes around comes around And what comes around goes around What goes around comes around What goes around comes around What goes around comes around What goes around you know it comes around What? check it, check it Check it, what, what, what funky Pam Funky damn, a funky Pam, Pam, Pam, Pam Bam, bam, bam (FD in the house, y'all) Funky, funky, funky, funky, funky Bam, bam, bam, bam FD Funky, funky, FD, funky, funky Fuck it Everybody, funky Pam Bam, bam, bam, slam, Alabama And kick it, Al-a-fucking-bama I slam a saki hammer And chilling Funky Like penicillin Funky Like panasaursas Funky Doris the Finkasaurus Ha, he, ha, ha, ha
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13 Shadrach
Riddle me this, brother can you handle it Your style to my style, you can't hold a candle to it Equinox symmetry and the balance is right Smokin' and drinkin' on a Tuesday night It's not how you play the game, it's how you win it I cheat and steal and sin and I'm a cynic For those about to rock we salute you The dirty thoughts for dirty minds we contribute to I once was lost, but now I'm found The music washes over and you're one with the sound Well, who shall inherit the earth, the meek shall And yo I think I'm starting to peak now Al And then the man upstairs I hope that he cares If I had a penny for my thoughts I'd be a millionaire We're just three M.C.'s and we're on the go Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego (Shadrach, Meshach, Abednago) Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah Only twenty-four hours in a day Only twelve notes that a man can play Music for all and not just one people And now we're gonna bust with the Putney Swope sequel More Adidas sneakers than a plumber's got pliers Got more suits than Jacoby & Meyers (well) If not for my vices and my bugged-out desires My year would be good just like Goodyear's tires 'Cause I'm out pickin' pockets at the Atlantic Antic And nobody wants to hear you 'cause your rhymes are damn frantic I mix business with pleasure way too much You know, wine and women and song and such I don't get blue, I gotta mean red streak You don't pay the band, your friends and that's weak Get even like Steven, like pulling a Rambo Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego (Shadrach, Meshach, Abednago) Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah Steal from the rich and I'm out robbing banks Give it to the poor and I always give thanks Because they got more stories than J.D's got Salinger I hold the title and you are the challenger I've got money like Charles Dickens I've got the girlies in the Couple like the Colonel's got the chickens And I always go out dapper like Harry S. Truman I'm madder than Mad's Alfred E. Newman (Never gonna let them say that I don't love you) Well, my noggin is hoggin' all kinds of thoughts Adam Yoggin is Yauch and he's rockin' of course Smoke the holy chalice got my own religion Rally round the stage and check the funky dope musicians Just like Jerry Lee Swaggert or Jerry Lee Falwell You like Mario Andretti cause he always drives his car well Vicious circle of reality since the day you were born And we love the hot butter on what, the popcorn Sippin' on wine and mackin' Rockin' on the stage with all the hands clappin' Ride the wave of fate it don't ride me (Being very proud to be an M.C.) And the man upstairs well I hope that he cares If I had a penny for my thoughts I'd be a millionaire Amps and crossovers under my rear hood The bass is bumpin' from the back of my Fleetwood They tell us what to do, hell no Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego (Shadrach, Meshach, Abednago) hey
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14 Ask For Janice
The best in men's clothing Call Paul's Boutique ask for Janice The number is (718) 498-1043 That's Paul's Boutique and they're in Brooklyn
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15 B-Boy Bouillabaisse
Videos:
- Shake Your Rump
- Hey Ladies
- Looking Down the Barrel of a Gun
- Shadrach
"Look, guys. I'm a Deadhead so I know where you're at. The company's just really busy right now. We're all just focusing, and working really hard on the new Donny Osmond album so, next time. Okay?"