Hold it now, hit it! Yo Leroy! Aw yeah, yo yo, yeah Why don't you do that def jam right about now? Now I chill real ill when I start to chill When I fill my pockets with a knot of dollar bills Sippin' pints of ale out the window sill When I get my fill, I'm chilly chill And now I just got home because I'm out on bail What's the time? It's time to buy ale! Peter eater parkin' meter all of the time If I run out of ale, it's Thunderbird wine Miller drinkin', chicken eatin', dress so fly I got friends in high places that are keepin' me high Get down with Mike D and it ain't no hassle I got the ladies of the eighties from here to White Castle Hold it now, hit it! Yo Leroy! It's my jump it's my, hold it now It's my rhyme I'm MC Adam Yauch in the place to be And all the girls are on me 'cause I'm down with Mike D I'm down with Mike D and he ain't no baloney For real, not phony O.E. and Rice-a-Roni I come out at night 'cause I sleep all day Well I'm the King Adrock and he's MCA Well I'm a-cruisin', I'm bruisin', I'm never ever losin' I'm in my car, I'm goin' far and dust is what I'm usin' Around the way is where I'm from And I'm from Manhattan and I'm not a bum Because you're pud-slappin', ball-flappin', got that juice My name's Mike D and I can do that Jerry Lewis Hold it now, hit it! Yo Leroy! Yo man, that was real def man Try that again, man I like that def stuff, boy! Hip-hoppin', body rockin', doin' the do Beer drinkin', breath stinkin', sniffin' glue Belly fillin', always illin', bustin' caps My name's Mike D and I write my own snaps Now I'm a peep-show seekin' on the forty-deuce I'm a killer at large and I'm on the loose Pistol packin', monkey drinkin', no money bum I come from Brooklyn 'cause that's where I'm from Cheap skate, perpetratin', money hungry jerk Every day I drink a O.E. and I don't go to work You drippy nose knuckle-head, you're we behind the ears You like men and we like beers! Hold it now, hit it Yo Leroy! [Incomprehensible] Yo man, pass that over here man, all right King of the Ave. with the def female You're rhymin' and stealin' with the freshest ale Coolin' at the crib watchin' my TV Ed Norton, Ted Knight and Mr. Ed Pump it up homeboy, just don't stop Chef Boyardee coolin' on the pot I take no slack 'cause I got the knack And I'm never dustin' out 'cause I torch that crack The King Adrock, that is my name Y'all's drinkin' Moet and we got the champagne A quarter droppin', goin' shoppin' buyin' wigs Surgeon General cut professor, D.J. Thigs! Hold it now, hit it! Hit it! Hold it now, hit it! Yo Leroy! © AMERICAN DEF TUNES, INC; POLYGRAM INT'L MUSIC PUBG GROUP; BROOKLYN DUST MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com