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"Hold It Now, Hit It" lyrics |
"Hold it now - Hit it"
"Yo Leeroy"
Agh yea, yo Yauch, Yauch why don't you hook up that def jam right about now
Now I chill real ill when I start to chill
When I fill my pockets with a knot of dollar bills
Sipping pints of ale out the window sill
When I get my fill I'm chilly chill
Now I just got home because I'm out on bail
What's the time it's time to buy ale
Peter eater parking meter all of the time
If I run out of ale it's Thunderbird wine
Miller drinking chicken eating he dresses so fly
I got friends in high places that are keeping me high
Dip Down with Mike D. and it ain't no hassle
I Got the ladies of the eighties from here to White Castle
"Hold it now - Hit it"
"Yo Leeroy"
"It's my drum it's my, hold it now, it's my rhyme"
MC Adam Yauch in the place to be
And all the girls are on me cause I'm down with Mike D.
I'm down with Mike D. and it ain't no baloney
For real, not phony OE and Rice-a-Roni
I come out at night 'cause I sleep all day
Well I'm the King Adrock and he's MCA
Well I'm cruising I'm bruising I'm never ever losing
I'm in my car I'm going far and dust is what I'm using
Around the way is where I'm from
And I'm from Manhattan and I'm not a bum
Because you're pud-slapping, ball-flapping you got that juice
My name's Mike D. and I can do that Jerry Lewis
"Hold it now - Hit it"
"Yo Leeroy"
Yo that was real def man, try that again man
I like that def stuff boy
Hip-hop and body rockin' doing the do
Beer drinking, breath stinking, sniffing glue
Belly flipping, always illing, busting caps
My name's Mike D. and I write my own snaps
I'm a peep-show seeking on the forty-deuce
I'm a killer at large and I'm on the loose
Pistol packing, Monkey drinking, no money bum
I come from Brooklyn 'cause that's where I'm from
Cheap-skate, perpetrating money hungry jerk
Everyday I drink OE and I don't go to work
You drippy nose knuckle-head you're we behind the ears
You like men and we like beer
"Hold it now - Hit it"
"Yo Leeroy"
Bust that choco-lotto.
What huh yo man pass that over here alright..
King of the Ave. with the Def female
You're rhyming and stealin' with the freshest ale
King cooling at the crib watching my TV
Ed Norton Ted Knight and Mr E-D
Pump it up homeboy just don't stop
Chef Boy-ar-dee cooling on the pot
I take no slack cause I got the knack
I'm never dusting out cause I tossed that crack
The King Adrock that is my name
You all drinking Moet and we got the champagne
A quarter dropping going shopping buying wigs
Surgeon general cut professor DJ Thigs
"Hold it now - Hit it"
"Hit it"
"Hold it now - Hit it"
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