Текст песни Beastie Boys - Finger Lickin' Good

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Well Mike D What's Up? Ah Yo Yauch What Up? Come On Mike Ah Let's Tear It Up Hear No Evil See No Evil Talkin' No Bullshit So Many Damn People Are So Damn Full Of It Keyboard Money Mark You Know He Ain't Havin' It Just Give Him Some Wood And He'll Build You A Cabinet I'm Convinced That Vince Is Rippin' Me Off I Think It's His Girdle That's Tippin' Me Off Well Mike D's Out Back And He's Growin' Onion I've Got Bigger Buns Than My Man Paul Bunyon's I've Been Going Nuts Gettin' All Cooped Up Fully Hermitizing But Now I'm Gettin'Souped Up It's Time To Turn The Page To A Brand New Chapter Settin' My Sights And You Know What I'm After I'll Be In The Paper The News With Ernie Ernesto They'll Even Print My Recipe For Pasta With Pesto Now Here's Another Special Of The Day See I've Got More Spice Than The Frugal Gourmet Finger Lickin' Finger Lickin' Good Y'All It's Finger Lickin' It'sFinger Lickin' Good Y'All It's Finger Lickin' It's Finger Lickin' Good Y'All Well Mike D Huh What You Got For Me Show These Good People What It Means To Be D Well They Call Me Mike D With The Mad Man Style I Put The Mic Up To My Lips And I Can Scream For A While Created A Sound At Which Many Were Shocked At I've Got A Million Ideas That I Ain't Even Rocked Yet I've Got The Light Bulb Flashing At The Top Of My Head Never Wake Up On The Wrong Side Of The Bed You're An Idea Man Not A Yes Man With A Point To Make You're Bound To Take A Stand 'Cause I'm Pete The Puma Minnie The Moocher I've Got Every Type Of Flavor Style That Will Suit Ya You Know The Bass Is Real Fat Because It's Gotta' Be Like That A Snare On The Funky Tin And A Taste Of The High Hat Finger Lickin' Finger Lickin' Good Y'All Finger Lickin' A Finger Lickin' Good Y'All It's Finger Lickin' It's Finger Lickin' Good Y'All A Finger Lickin' A Lickin' Lickin' Good Y'All Ay Yo Yauch What Up? Ah Mike D What's Up? Come On Yauch Ah Let's Tear It Up Well I Could Catch A Groove Like A Flash In The Dark I Grab A Hold Of Your Attention Like A Thief In The Park 'Cause I Can Flip A Rhyme Off The Tip Of My Tongue Yeah I Be Switching Up The Rhythm Like The Rhyme's A Piece Of Chewing Gum Now I Might Chew But I Don't Bite My Ideas Are Mine When I Begin To Write In My Sleep I'll Be Thinking 'Bout Beats And Getting On The Mic And Bustin' Some Treats And Sporting The Crazy Funky Threads That You've Never Even Seen Before What I'm Lacking From The Macking I Can Find At The Thrift Store I Won't Scuff Nor Scuffle Just Grin As They Walk By Take Time To Rhyme For A Girl I Hear Talk Fly Down Some Papaya Down With The Revolution Always Wear My Goggles 'Cause There's So Much Pollution Well I Can Do The Freak The Patty Duke And The Spank Gotta' Free The Funky Fish From The Funky Fish Tanks I'll Sell My House Sell My Car And I'll Sell All My Stuff I've Had Enough Of Suckers Who Like To Talk It Tough So Hurricane Is Coming And I Kick It Rough I'll Call Your Bluf When I Roll With My 10 Cocked Light A Splif With My Homie Called ADRock We Get Blind Like Stevie And Were Makin' Money Feel The Thunder As I'm Commin' At Ya From Way Under Now I'm Beneath So Don't You Ever Call Me Cheif I Make You Breach So Your Fuckin' Run And Loose Your Teeth I Gotta Give The Kick To Swift So Check This Shit Forget A Wiff That's All Yo Word To God "And You Best Belive That Shit" Good Ya'll, DJ Hurricane's Finger Licking Good Ya'll A Money Mike, A Rockin' The House M.C.A., A Rockin' The House To My Man AdRock, A Rockin' The House To

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