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B-Boys Makin' With The Freak Freak lyrics
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Oh yeah, somethin' brand new, for you Yeah, yeah, puttin' songs together Ain't no puzzle like yahtzee Sending this one out to K-Rob and Rahmalzee Now let me introduce myself on this cut I'm AD Rock I'm lit, like a motherfuck Well I'm brewin' up rhymes like I was usin' a still I've got an old school flow like Mike McGill This yacht's on the upright, this shit just ain't funny Got fat bass lines like Russel Simmons steals money I've got clientele you know I rock well And then you're on my dick because I'm D.F.L. Yeah Mike, cause playin' the bass is my favorite shit Might be a hack on the stand up, but I'm workin' at it I got my hair cut correct like Anthony Mason Then I ride the I.R.T. right up to Penn Station Yeah, uh Penn Station up on 8th ave. Listen all a 'yall, you'll get the ball bath He's got the savior faire because he's debonair Mike D with the vinyl and the grooves so rare And the rhymes that we're makin' are doo doo B-boys makin' with the freak, freak (3X) Shit, if it's gonna be that kinda party I'm gonna stick my dick in the mash potatoes Ah ha ha!!! B-boys makin' with the freak, freak Been makin' with the freak, freak so unique I've been learner from the elders now it's time to speak Ohh (echoing) That shit sounds nice Mike D come on and get it on y'all Talkin' shit about a mile a minute Put the wax on the table, let the DJ spin it Well excuse me motherfuckers, can I beg your pardon I'm gonna see the Knicks up at Madison Square Garden Like the Knicks, I got game like I worked at Hasbro On the mic I bug, like I was Prince Jazzbo And the rhymes are stupid to make you go coo-coo You can't sleep cause you're Cindy Loo Hoo Down with the Hurra since the Raisin' Hell Tour Just listen to his cuts, there's no reason to tell more Yeah, Cindy what, I didn't catch that last one That shit sounded nice, but bust a fast one Well I'm not known for my speed raps So grab the microphone and cut out the claps Ah yeah, I like that shit it's kinda rough I grab the microphone and fuck it up! Aiy (echoing) Player, I might seem out there Just a little deranged I've gotta cool off, catch me at the drivin' range Well I'm the ladies choice like I was J.J. Evans Legalize the weed and I'll say thank heavens I'm talkin' PGA Pro Tour 2 Dr. Beeper's on the TV in my golfin' shoes Pass me an iron and I'll bust a chip shot Then you throw me off the greens cause I'm strictly hip-hop I'll grab the tee, I'll tee off I'll grab the golf clubs and I'm off, I'm outti, so check me I've got the timbos on my toes when I'm not on the green I've got custom made boots with the spikey things I'm workin' on my drivin' cause I'm goin' pro I've got that funky fly golf gear from head to toe Yeah, B-Boys, makin' with the freak freak, with the freak freak Mario's callin' Nonny 'bout the pesto pizza And then he's on a mission and he's checkin' for Peacha B-boys makin' with the freak, freak (4X)  More Beastie Boys Song Lyrics
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