Rick Rubin - Posse in Effect lyrics

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Rick Rubin - Posse in Effect lyrics

Yes, yes, y'all, (y'all) and you don't stop (stop) Keep it on (on) and shockin' the place (yo, Yauch) Well, I'm MCA, I got nothin' to prove Pay attention, my intention is to bust a move (what?) I drink quarts and cans and bottles and sixes (what up?) Between the turntables keep the vodka and the mixes Well, I'm Mike D, I got the deuces wild (yeah boy) A list of girlies numbers that I've dialed I do the Smurf, the Popeye, and the Jerry Lewis I like Bullwinkle but I don't like MOOSE Well, I'm schoolin' in the boys' room, coolin' by the locker (well) All the girls in cla** knows that I'm the cool rocker (uh, yeah) Punk in the hall, man, I should of, ought to hit him Had the fresh rhymes and the kid cold bit 'em Smokin' in the boys room is what I do best While you were at a party, your girlfriend fessed (Check it) I keep a pistol in my pocket so you better be cautious Fly around the world, but it makes me nauseous Mike D.'s day off everyday of the week (ah, D, keep it on) I got to the party - and I did the freak I got a girl in the Castle and one in the pagoda You know I got rhymes like Abe Vigoda I'm a Def Manhattan k**er - a rhyme thriller A mic in my hand (bust it) and a mouth full of Miller I got a hat, not a visor - I drink Budweiser The turntables, up on the drum riser The needle's in the groove and the vinyl's on the platter I know that I'm fly; man, there's no need to flatter I travel around the globe, it's keeping girlies dizzy My name's Mike D. - now watch me get busy, y'all G-g-get busy y'all G-g-get busy y'all You're a fake wearin' s**er whose gold got rusted Dusted, rusted, mustard, 'sgusted Cheaper than a hot dog with no mustard Mustard, mustard, mustard, mustard You tried to steal my fresh and you got cold busted Busted, busted, busted, busted Because your crew's all soft and I'm disgusted 'sgusted, 'sgusted, 'sgusted I'm from downtown the city from of Manhattan I got a lotta girlies and not one's cattin' My posse's in effect and we're doin' the do And we got more rhymes than your whole damn crew Caught you poppin' that weak and you must of been dusted Dusted, dusted, dusted, dusted Stuck your head in the toilet and stone cold flushed it Flushed it, flushed it, flushed it, flushed it Word

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