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