Beastie Boys - Root Down (Pp Balloon Mix) lyrics

Root down, I put my root down I kick it root down, I put my boot down So how you gonna kick it, gonna kick it root down Yeah, how you gonna kick it, gonna kick it root down So how you gonna kick it, gonna kick it root down Gonna break or damn, gonna kick it root down It's not a put down, I put my foot down And then I make some love, I put my root down I'm like sweetie pie by the stone alliance Everbody knows I'm known for dropping science I'm electric like Dick Hyman I guess you'd expect to catch the crew rhymin' Never let you down with the stereo sound So Mike, get on the mic and turn it out We're talking root down, I put my root down And if you want to battle me, you're putting loot down I said root down, it's time to scoot down I'm a step up to the mic in my goose down Come up representing from the upper west Money makin' putting me to the test Sometimes I feel as low, I've been blessed Because I'm doing what I want, so I never rest Well, I'm not coming out goofy like the fruit of the loom guys Just strutting like the meters with the look-ka py py 'Cause downtown Brooklyn is where I was born But when the snow is falling, then I am gone You might think that I'm a fanatic A phone call from Utah and I'm throwing a panic But we kick it from the root when we break it on down Jimmy Smith is my man, I wanna give him a pound I kick it root down, I put my root down I kick it root down, I put my root down So how you wanna kick it, gonna kick it root down Yes, how we gonna kick it, we gonna kick it root down So how we gonna kick it, gonna kick it root down We gonna break it or damn, gonna kick it root down Well, Ad Rock, don't stop, come on Just get on the mic with the tic and the tac I'll fill you with the f**in' rim like brim I'm walking down your block and you say that's him There goes the guy with the funky sound The Beastie Boys, you know we come to get down Because I've got the flow where I grab my dick And say oh my God, that's the funky sh** So I'm going to pa** the mic and cause a panic The original nasal kid is doing damage Every morning I took the train to High Street station Doing homework on the train, what a f**ed up situation On the way back up hearing battle tapes Through the underground, underneath the sky scrapes It's like Harlem world battles on the Zulu beat show It's Kool Moe D. vs. Busy Bee, there's one you should know Enough of that, I just want to give some respect due M.C.A. grab the mic and the ma bell will connect you Bob Marley was a prophet for the freedom fight If dancin' prays to the Lord, then I shall feel alright It feels good to play a little music Tears running down my face 'cause I love to do it And no one can stop this flow from flowing on A flow master in disaster with a sound that's gone I'll give a little shout out to my dad and mom For bringing me into this world and so on I kick it root down, I put my root down I kick it root down, I put my root down So how we gonna kick it, gonna kick it root down Yeah, how you wanna kick it, gonna kick it root down So how we gonna rock it, gonna kick it root down Gonna break it or damn, gonna kick it root down