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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Adam Horovitz
Stimme und Gesang
Adam Yauch
Stimme und Gesang
Beside
Sampling-Künstler:in
Joeski Love
Sampling-Künstler:in
Juice
Sampling-Künstler:in
Michael Diamond
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Rick Rubin
Songwriter:in
Adam Keefe Horovitz
Songwriter:in
Michael Diamond
Songwriter:in
Yauch Adam Nathaniel
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Beastie Boys
Co-Produzent:in
Rick Rubin
Produzent:in
Howie Weinberg
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Joe Blaney
Mischtechniker:in
Steve Ett
Ingenieur:in
Lyrics
Yes, yes, y'all and you don't stop (stop)
Keep it on and shockin' the place (yo, Yauch)
Well, I'm MCA, I got nothing 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, buddy)
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 Brutus
Well, I'm schoolin' in the boy's room, coolin' by the locker (well)
All the girls in class knows that I'm the cool rocker (ah, yeah)
Punk in the hall, man, I shoulda oughta 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
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 every day of the week (aw, 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 killer, a rhyme thriller
A mic in my hand and a mouth full of Miller
I got a hat, not a visor, I drink Budweiser
The turntable's 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, so watch me get busy, y'all
Get-get-get busy, y'all
Get-get-get busy, y'all
You're a fake wearin' sucker whose gold got rusted
Dusted, rusted, mustard, 'sgusted
Cheaper than a hot dog with no mustard
Mustard, mustard, mustard
You tried to steal my fresh and you got cold busted
Busted, busted, busted
Your crew's all soft and I'm disgusted
'Sgusted, 'sgusted, 'sgusted
I'm from downtown from 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 deuce
Well, we got more rhymes than your whole damn crew
Caught you poppin' that weak and you must have been dusted
Dusted, dusted, dusted
Stuck your head in the toilet and stone-cold flushed it
Flushed it, flushed it, flushed it, flushed it
Word
Writer(s): Michael Louis Diamond, Adam Nathaniel Yauch, Rick Rubin, Adam Keefe Horovitz
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