I got to the party and I did the Smurf
Like the cherry to the apple to the peach to the plum
Let me clear my throat, kick it over here baby pop
There it is, kick it
Rolled up a wooly and I watched Colombo
Taxing all females from coast to coast
K I N G A D whammy
Saw the kid that dissed my homey and shot him in the back
I got franks and pork and beans
Stepped into the party, the place was over packed
There it is, kick it
Got rhymes that are rough and rhymes that are slick
A lot of beer, a lot of girls, and a lot of cursing
Beastie Boys fly the biggest heads
I'm never in training, my voice is not straining
Like the bun to the burger and like the burger to the bun
People always biting and I'm sick of complaining
Some voices got treble, some voices got bass
So I went into the locker room during classes
I chill at White Castle 'cause it's the best
I got money in the bank, I can still get high
Just me, my posse and M.C.A.
And let all the fly skimmies, feel the beat, drop
You better keep your mouth shut 'cause I'm fully strapped
And then we all switch places when I ring the bell
That's why your girlfriend thinks that I'm so fly
And if I played guitar, I'd be Jimmy Page
On the checkin' at the party on the forty deuce
I'm the king of the Ave., and I'm the king of the block
And in case you're unaware I carry a gun, where?
All the fly ladies are on my jammy
The girlie's I like are underage, check it
Went to the prom, wore the fly blue rental
Ah yeah, that's me
Father to many, married to none
Well, I'm M.C.A., and I'm the King Adrock
Their father had envy so I shot him in the head
You're jealous of me because your girlfriend is cattin'
Spent some bank, got a high powered jumbo
Got my hand in my pocket and my finger's on the trigger
And we're puttin' it on wax
My posse's gettin' big, and my posse's gettin' bigger
You wanna know why, because I'm
Coolin' on the corner on a hot summer day
We rag-tag girlies back at the hotel
Twenty-two automatic on my person
Walking down the block with the fresh fly threads
I'm not surprised you're on my dick
I'll steal your honey like I stole your bike
I've got money and juice, twin sisters in my bed
Down with Adrock and Mike D. and you ain't
But I'm fly at Fat Burger when I way out west
And I got more juice than Picasso got paint
The rhymes I write, you wish you would
I get it, I got it, I know it's good
I met this girl at the party and she started to flirt
Got six girlies in my Lincoln Continental
We got the kind of voices that are in your face
B E A S T I E, what up Mike D.
Always bust the new routines
Girls with boyfriends are the kind I like
My father, he's jealous 'cause I'm making that green
I told her some rhymes and she pulled up her skirt
You're from Secausus, I'm from Manhattan
Man, I had to get a beeper 'cause my phone is tapped
October 31st, that is my date of birth
It's the new style
Bust into your locker and I smashed your glasses
And when I'm on the mic, the suckers run, word
Four and three and two and one, what up
Well, I'm Mike D., I got all the fly juice
And when I get my fill I'm chilly most
I've got the girlie's numbers from the places I been
