Shake Your Rump Lyrics by Beastie Boys

Shake Your Rump Lyrics

    Now Randy listen I rock a house party at the drop of a hat
    I beat a biter down with an aluminum bat
    a lot of people they be Jonesin' just to hear me rock the mic
    In the right car at the right price in mint condition
    they'll be staring at the radio staying up all night
    so like a pimp I'm pimpin'
    I got a boat to eat shrimp in
    Nothing wrong with my leg just B-boy limpin'
    Got arrested at the Mardi Gras for jumping on a float
    My man MCA's got a beard like a billy goat
    oowah oowah is my disco call
    MCA hu-huh I'm gettin' rope y'all
    Routines I bust rhymes I write
    And I'll be busting routines and rhymes all night
    Like eating burgers or chicken or you'll be picking your nose
    I'm on time and that's how it goes
    You heard my style I think you missed the point
    that's the joint
    Mike D with your bad self running things
    What's up with your bad breath onion rings
    I'm Nike D and I'm back from the dead
    Chillin' with Pig Pen down at Club Med
    Make another record 'cause the people they want more of this
    Suckers they be saying they can take out Adam Horovitz
    Hurricane you got clout
    Other DJ's he'll take your head out
    A puppet on a string I'm paid to sing or rhyme
    Or do my thing I'm
    In a lava lamp inside the brain hotel
    I might be peakin' or freakin' I'm known to rock well
    The Patty Duke the wrench and then I bust the tango
    Got more rhymes than Jamaica got Mango Kangols
    I got the peg leg at the end of my stump
    Shake your rump

    Never been dumped 'cause I'm the most mackinest
    Never been jumped 'cause I'm known the most packinest
    Yeah we've got beef chief
    We're knocking out teeth chief
    And if you don't believe us you should question your belief Keith
    Like Sam the butcher bringing Alice the meat
    Like Fred Flintstone driving around with bald feet
    Should I have another sip no skip it
    In the back of the ride and bust with the whippet
    Rope a dope dookies all around the neck
    *Whoo ha yo garcon the cheque*
    Running from the law the press and the parents
    *Is your name Michael Diamond?*
    No mine's Clarence
    From downtown Manhattan the village
    My style is wild and you know that it still is
    Disco bag schlepping and you're doing the bump
    Shake your rump

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