Beastie Boys - 3-minute Rule lyrics
Stay up all night go to sleep watching Dragnet Never sleep alone because Jimmy's the magnet I'm so rope they call me Mr. Roper When the troubles arise I'm the cool coper On the mic I score just like the Yankees Get over on Ms. Crabtree like my main man Spankee Excuse me young lady I don't mean to trouble ya But you're looking mighty fine inside your B.M.W. I got lucky I brought home a kitten Before I got busy I slipped on the mitten Can't get better odds cause I'm a sure thing Proud Mary keeps on turning rolling like a Ring Ding Jump the turnstile never pay the toll Doo wa diddy bust with the pre-roll Customs jails me over an herb seed Don't rat on your boy over some rat weed I'm out of your back door and into another Your boyfriend doesn't know about me and your mother Not perfect grammar always perfect timing The Mike stands for money and the D. is for diamonds Roses are red the sky is blue I got my barrel at your neck so what the f** you gonna do It's just two wheels and me the wind in my eyes The engine is the music and my nine's by my side Cause you know Y. A. U. C. H. I'm takin' all M.C.'s out in the place Takin' life as it comes no fool am I I'm goin' off gettin' paid and I don't ask why Playin' beats on my box makin' music for the many Know alota def girls that would do anything A lot of parents like to think I'm a villain I'm just chillin' like Bob Dylan I smoke cheeba it helps me with my brain I might be a little dusted but I'm not insane People come up to me and they try to talk sh** man I've been making records since you were s**ing on your mother's dick Girl you're walking tall now with your fancy clothes You got fancy things going up your nose You get fancy gifts from expensive men You're a dog on a leash like a pig in a pen Mothership connection getting girl's affection If your life needs correction don't follow my direction You got your 8 by 10 your agent your Harley You be driving around Hollywood yes sorry charlie Cause I'm running things like some Mack motherf**er Your only claim to fame is you're a false fake s**er You slip you slack you clock me you lack While I'm reading on the road by my man Jack Kerouac Poetry in motion coconut lotion I had to diss the girl because she got too emotional Are you experienced little girl I want to know what goes on in your little girl world Cause I'm on your mind it's hard to forget me I'll take your pride for a ride if you let me So peace out ya'll I'm PCP so I'm out Full throttle to the bottle and full full clout And I'm out