Beastie Boys - B-boys Makin?with The Freak Freak Lyrics
Putting songs together ain't no puzzle like yahtzeeSending this out to k-rob and rahmalzeeLet me introduce myself on this cutI'm ad rock, i'm lit like a mother*****Well, i'm brewing up rhymes like i was using a stillKickin' an old school flow like mike mcgill'cause yauch's on the upright, the shit just ain't funnyGot fat bass lines like russel simmons steals moneyGot clientele, you know i rock wellAnd then you're on my dick because i'm d.f.l.Yeah, mike 'cause playing the bass is my favorite shitI might be a hack on the stand up but i'm working at itI get my hair cut correct like anthony masonThen i ride the i.r.t. right up to penn stationPenn station up on 8th ave.Listen all y'all you get the ball bathHe's got the savior faire because he's debonairMike d with the vinyl with the grooves so rareAnd the rhymes that we're are doo dooShit, if it's going to be that kind of a partyI'm gonna stick my dick in the mashed potatoesBeen makin' with the freak freak, so uniqueI been learning from the elders now it's time to speakOh that shit sounds niceMike d come on and get it on y'allTalking shit about a mile a minutePut the wax on the table and let the d.j. spin itExcuse me mother*****ers, can i beg your pardonI'm gonna see the knicks at madison square gardenAnd like the knicks i got game like i worked at hasbroOn the mic i bug, like i was prince jazzboThe rhymes are stupid to make you go coo-cooYou can't sleep 'cause you're little cindy loo hooDown with the hurra since the raising hell tourJust listen to his cuts there's no reason to tell moreCindy what i didn't catch the last oneThat shit sounded kinda nice, but bust a fast oneWell i'm not known for my speed rapsSo grab the microphone and cut out the clapsAh yea, i like that shit is kind of roughI'll grab the microphone and ***** it upI might seem out there, a little derangedI've got to cool off, catch me on the driving rangeWell i'm the ladies' choise like i was j.j. evansLegalize the weed and i'll say thank heavensI'm talking p.g.a. pro tour 2I'm doctor beppers in my t.v., in my golfing shoesPass me an iron and i'll bust a chip shotThen you throw me off the green because i'm strictly hip-hopI'll grab the tee, i'll tee offI'll grab the golf clubs and i'm off, i'm audi- so check meI've got the timbos on my toes when i'm not on the greenI've got the costom made boots with the spikey thingsI'm working on my driving 'cause i'm going proI've got the funky fly golf gear from head to toeYea, the b-boys makin' with the freak freakMario's nagging nonni's about the pesto pizzaAnd then he's on a mission and he's checking for peacha
