beastie boys
slow ride
They got a committee to get me off the block 'Cause I say my rhymes loud and I say 'em nonstop Because being bad news is what we're all about We went to White Castle and we got thrown out I got my boy Mike D., I got the King Adrock I got the jammy with the ammo inside my sock I shot homeboy but the bullet was a dud So I reached in the Miller cooler, grabbed a cool Bud  Slow riding, gun hidin' on the go I'm fly like an eagle and I drink Old Crow I'm the king of the classroom, coolin' in the back My teacher had beef so I gave her a smack She chased me out of class she was strapped with a ruler Went to the bathroom, rolled myself a wooler With bottle in hand at the microphone stand Ah yo homeboy, what you drinkin' man  I got money, I got juice I got to the party and I got loose I got rhythms, I got rhymes I got the girlies with the Def behinds I got ill, I got busted I got dust and I got dusted I got gold, I got funky I got the new dance, they call the Brass Monkey  Because I'm hard hittin', always bitten, cool as hell I got trees on my mirror so my car won't smell Sittin' around the house, gettin' high and watchin' tube And eating Colonel's chicken, drinkin' Heineken brew And I'm a gangster, I'm a prankster, I'm the king of the Ave. And I'm hated, confrontated for the juice that I have All the fly ladies are making a fuss But I can't pay attention, 'cause I'm on that dust