Beastie Boys - B-boy Bouillabaisse Lyrics
A) 59 chrystie streetAgh agh...Theres a girl over there...Agh agh yea, agh agh agh yeaWith long brown hairAgh agh yea, agh agh agh yeaI took her to the placeI threw the mattress in her faceTook off her shirtTook off her braTook off her pantsYou know that I sawA wick wick wackAghh aghh ha...B) get on the micOne two...Right about now Id like to deticate this songOut to my main homie mike d.Agh yeaAlrightLets kick itReady... goGet on the micGet get on the micJust get on the micGet on the mic mike lets be real and dont cloud the issueThe rhymes are rope an m.c. you must listen toPeople say that they been missin me and missin youGet on the mic and lets show them like we used toYou say ***** that yo holmes ***** thisIm the king ad-whammy and your dick butkusOne half science and the other half soulNick named mike d. not fat morton jelly rollGot busy in frisco fool around in fresnoGot over on your girlie cause you know she never says noSo just get on the micJust get on the micGet get on the micGet on the mic mikeWell mike d. is a special individualPulling out knots pulling in residualsGo to the movies get the rolos the cholos riding slow and lowMike on the mic and bust with the soloMike my stromy dont be so selfishGet on the mic cause you know you eat shellfishAt the feaver...C) stop that trainIts 4:00 a.m. Ive got the dr. hfuhruhurr aleIve got nothing to lose and so Im pissin on the third railGroggy eyed and fried and Im headed for the stationD-train ride the coney island vacation this onesDedicated to the boofers in the back of the 1 trainTheyll be kicking out windows high on cocaineAnd then I jump the turnstyle I lost my last tokenRiding between the cars pissing smokingHead for the last car fluorescent light blackoutPoliceman tell my homeboy yo put that crack outYou know you light up when the lights go downAnd the you read the new york post fulton st. downtownSame faces every day but you dont know their namesParty people going placed on the d-train stop that train, I wanna get off...Check it...Trench coat wing tip going to workAnd you be pulling a train like your captain kirkPick pocket gangsters paying their debtsI caught a bullet in the lung from bernie goetzOverworked and underpaid staring at the floorProstitutes spandex caught in the sliding doorNow your stuck between the stations and it seems like an eternitySweating like sardines in a flophouse fraternityA $50.00 fine for disturbing the peaceThe neck tortoise your lees I creasedHot cup of coffee and the donuts are dunkinFriday night and jamaica queens funkinElevated platform Im never gonna conformRiding over the diner where I always get my toast warmBust into the conductors booth with busted out rhymesOver the loud speaker about the hard timesSat across from a man reading el diarioRiding the train down from the el barrioWent from the station to orange juliusI bought a hot dog from who george drakouliasD) year and a dayM.c. for what I am and doThe a is for adam and the lyrics; trueSo as pray and hope and the message is sentAnd I am living in the dreams that I have dreamtBecause Im down with the three the unstoppable threeMe and adam and d. were born to m.c.And my body and soul and mind are pureNot polluted or diluted or damaged beyond cureJust lyrics from I to you recitedArrested, bailed but cuffed and indictedEnter the arena as I take the center stageThe lights set low and the night has come of ageTake the microphone in hand as that I am a professionalSpeak my knowledge to the crowd and the ed. is specialI am the one and I am the masterI am the king and this is my castleDwell in realms of now but vidi those of the pastSeen a glimpse from ahead and I dont think its gonna lastAnd you can bet your assI drop the l. when Im skiingIm smoking and peakingI put the skis on the roof almost every single weekendCant stop the mind***** when its rolling alongCant stop the smooth runnins when the shits running strongBroke my bindings the lion with wingsPreaching his word in the b. boy singI am one with myself as I turn to theI prefer the dreams to realityI prefer my life dont need no other mans wifeDont need no crazy lifestyle with stress and strifeBut its good to have turn to be a king for a dayOr for a week or for a year or for a year in a dayCome what mayIm fishing with my boat and Im fishing for troutMix the bass ale with the guiness stoutFishing for a line inside my brainAnd looking out at the world through my window paneEvery day has many colors cuz the glass is stainedEverything has changed but remains the sameSo once again the mirror raised and I see myself as clear as dayAnd I am going to the limits of my ultimate destinyFeeling as though somebody were testing meHe who sees the end from the beginning of timeLooking forward through all the ages is, was and always shall beCheck the prophetic sections of the pagesEasy rhyme for the disco daveHe goes by the name of disco daveDisco dave...E) hello brooklynHello brooklyn...New york new york its a hell of a townYou know the bronx is up and Im brooklyn downBecause they dont know my name only know my initialsBuilding bombs in the attic for elected officialsI quit my job I cut my hairYou know I cut my boss because I dont careYou tried to get slick you bust a little chuckleYoure gonna get smacked with my gold finger knuckleCause being as fly as me is something you never thought ofYoull be sticking up old ladies with the hand gun or the sawed-offIm a buffalo soldier broader than broadwayKeep keepin on I dont care what they sayI play my stereo loud I disturb my neighborsI want to enjoy the fruits of my laborCause I am the holder of the 3-pack bonanzaIf you open the book then you will get your hand slappedI am the keeper of the 3-pack bonanzaIf you ask a question you will get your answerHer breast I saw I reached I feltM.o.n.e.y. the beltI stay at home just like a hermitI got the jammy but I dont got the permitYou know whyYou got a boyfriend and his name is nickAnnabelle caught with the shrimpy limp dick trickI ride around town cause my ride is flyI shot a man in brooklyn *just to watch him die*Take p.c.p.F) dropping namesHe thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghostHe thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghostShes slippin through his fingers as shes movin out to the coastHe thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghostWell if your world was all black and if your world was all whiteThen you wouldnt get much color out of life now rightIm nicknamed shamrock but my name is not shamusGirlies on the tip cause my homie is famousMy name is not ohouigheighi nor is it brianIf I said that I was weak man you know Id be a lionSuckers try to bite they try to pursue itYea explain to a musician them knew it, but them cant doG) lay it on meAgh, funky babyLay it on me now...Not so hard man...Yo,I got chinese eyes and chinese suitsSmokin much buddha and smokin much bootsMore updated on the hip-hop lingoMy favorite new york knick was hawthorne wingoMet a girl at a party and I gave her my cardMan you know that it said napoleon bonapartePeepin out the colors I be buggin on cezanneThey call me mike d joe blow the lover man wellYour face turns red as your glass of wineThat you spilled on my lyrics as you wasted my timeGirl you should be with me you should drop that bumCause I got more flavor than fruit striped gumWith that big round butt of yoursId like to butter your muffin Im not bluffinServe you on a platter like thanksgiving stuffinAnd what itStuffin, stuffinStuffin buddy...H) mike on the micHeres another one for yall to peeIts called m.i.k.e. on the m.i.c.C.I met this girl last night with a peculiar cackleI laid the bait and then she took the tackleHad too much to drink at the red lobsterNow the room is spinning around like the blades of a helicopterI never met a girl that was too finickyIf the press has their way then theyre going to finish meYou might know this but youve never been this seeIf I ate spinach then Id be called spinach dI shed light like cats shed furRide around town like a raymond burrIm so high that they call me your highnessIf you dont know me then pardon my shynessI live in the village wherever I go I walk toI keep my friends around so I have someone to talk toI play my music loud because you know its got clout to itIts a trip its got a funky beat and I can bug out to itI) a.w.o.l.Dj hurricane...When mike ds in the house, what you gonna doI go a.w.o.l.Adrocks in the house, what you gonna doI go a.w.o.l.When mcas in the house, what you gonna doI go a.w.o.l.When hurricanes, what you gonna doHe goes a.w.o.l.St. james in the house, whats you gonna doHome-1, what you gonna doGot busy in the house, what you gonna doDust bros. in the house, what you gonna doWarren g. in the house, what you gonna doLou gains in the house, what you gonna doHollis crew, what you gonna doJohn mish in the house, what you gonna doKilla cutty in the house, what you gonna doJannet j. in the 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