Shake Your Rump歌词
作词 : Beastie Boys ...
作曲 : John King/Mike Simpson/Michael Diamond/Adam Horovitz/Matt Dike/Adam Yauch
Now I rock a house party at the drop of a hat
And I beat a biter down with an aluminum bat
A lot of people, they be jostlin' just to hear me rock the mic
They'll be staring at the radio, staying up all night
So like a pimp,
I'm pimpin',
I got a boat to eat shrimp in
Nothing wrong with my leg just b-boy limpin'
Got arrested at the
Mardi Gras for jumping on a float
My man, MC
A's got a beard like a billy goat
Oowah, oowah is the disco call
MCA hu-huh,
I'm gettin' rope y'all
Routines and the rhymes that
I writeAnd
I'll be busting routines and rhymes all night
Like eating burgers or chicken or you'll be picking your nose
I'm on time, homies and that's how it goes
You heard my style,
I think you missed the point
It's the joint
Mike D with your bad self running things
What's up with your bad breath onion rings?
Well, I'm
Mike D and
I'm back from the dead
Chillin' with pig pen down at
Club MedMake another record 'cause the people they want more of this
Suckers they be saying they can take out
Adam Horovitz
Hurricane you got clout, other
DJ's, put take your head out
A puppet on a string,
I'm paid to sing or rhyme
Or do my thing,
I'm in a lava lamp
Inside the brain hotel,
I might be peakin' or freakin', but
I rock well
The patty duke, the wrench and then
I bust the tango
Got more rhymes than
Jamaica got
Mango Kangols
I got the peg leg at the end of my stump
Shake your rumpa
A full flap
Joe, a full flap
JoeAnd when the miker's in my mind then turn it out
JoeA full flap
Never been dumped 'cause
I'm the most mackinest
Never been jumped 'cause
I'm known the most packinest
Yeah, we've got beef chief, we're knocking out teeth chief
And if you don't believe us you should question your belief,
KeithLike
Sam the butcher bringing
Alice the meat
Like Fred
Flintstone driving around with bald feet
Should I have another sip?
No skip it
In the back of the ride and bust with the whippet
Rope a **** dookies all around the neck
Whoo ha, yo garcon the cheque
Running from the law, the press and the parents
Is your name
Michael Diamond?
No mine's
ClarenceFrom downtown
Manhattan the village
My style is wild and you know that it still is
Disco bag schlepping and you're doing the bump
Shake your rumpa
作曲 : John King/Mike Simpson/Michael Diamond/Adam Horovitz/Matt Dike/Adam Yauch
Now I rock a house party at the drop of a hat
And I beat a biter down with an aluminum bat
A lot of people, they be jostlin' just to hear me rock the mic
They'll be staring at the radio, staying up all night
So like a pimp,
I'm pimpin',
I got a boat to eat shrimp in
Nothing wrong with my leg just b-boy limpin'
Got arrested at the
Mardi Gras for jumping on a float
My man, MC
A's got a beard like a billy goat
Oowah, oowah is the disco call
MCA hu-huh,
I'm gettin' rope y'all
Routines and the rhymes that
I writeAnd
I'll be busting routines and rhymes all night
Like eating burgers or chicken or you'll be picking your nose
I'm on time, homies and that's how it goes
You heard my style,
I think you missed the point
It's the joint
Mike D with your bad self running things
What's up with your bad breath onion rings?
Well, I'm
Mike D and
I'm back from the dead
Chillin' with pig pen down at
Club MedMake another record 'cause the people they want more of this
Suckers they be saying they can take out
Adam Horovitz
Hurricane you got clout, other
DJ's, put take your head out
A puppet on a string,
I'm paid to sing or rhyme
Or do my thing,
I'm in a lava lamp
Inside the brain hotel,
I might be peakin' or freakin', but
I rock well
The patty duke, the wrench and then
I bust the tango
Got more rhymes than
Jamaica got
Mango Kangols
I got the peg leg at the end of my stump
Shake your rumpa
A full flap
Joe, a full flap
JoeAnd when the miker's in my mind then turn it out
JoeA full flap
Never been dumped 'cause
I'm the most mackinest
Never been jumped 'cause
I'm known the most packinest
Yeah, we've got beef chief, we're knocking out teeth chief
And if you don't believe us you should question your belief,
KeithLike
Sam the butcher bringing
Alice the meat
Like Fred
Flintstone driving around with bald feet
Should I have another sip?
No skip it
In the back of the ride and bust with the whippet
Rope a **** dookies all around the neck
Whoo ha, yo garcon the cheque
Running from the law, the press and the parents
Is your name
Michael Diamond?
No mine's
ClarenceFrom downtown
Manhattan the village
My style is wild and you know that it still is
Disco bag schlepping and you're doing the bump
Shake your rumpa
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