Текст (слова) песни: Beastie Boys - Professor Booty

Well, I got more bounce to the fuckin bump
And then you want to know
Why its cause Im motherfuckin truckin
Im in the pocket just like Grady Tate
I got supplies of beats so you dont have to wait
Cause Im the master blaster
Drinking up the shasta
My voice sounds sweet cause it has to
So light a match to my ass cause Im blown up
Id like to thank the people for just showin up
But now I want yall to move it
Put your point on the floor and just prove it
And Im smurfin not rehearsin gettin live yall
A little puffy so you know what Im doin right
Cause thats the kind of frame of mind Im in
I got a feelin thats back again
So dont touch me cause Im electric
And if you touch me youll get shocked!


Youve got the boomin system
But its blasting out doo-doo
You think its chocolate milk
But its watered down yoo-hoo
Ive been through many times
In which I thought I might lose it
The only thing that saved me
Has always been music
Weve got our own studio the son of the G
Its no question lifes been good to me
Cause life aint nothing but a good groove
A good mix tape to put you in the right mood
This one goes out to my man the Groove Merchant
Coming through with beats
For which Ive been searching
Like two sealed copies of expansions
Im like Tom Vu with yachts and mansions
The logo I sport is the face of the monkey
Union made Ben Davis quality its no junk see
My chrome is shining just like an icicle
I ride around town on my low-rider bicycle.


So many wack M.C.s
You get the T.V. bozack
Aint even gonna call out your names
Cause youre so wack
But one big oaf whose faker than plastic
A dictionary definition of the word spastic
You should have never started something
That you couldnt finish
Cause writin rhymes to me
Is like Popeye to spinach
Im bad ass move your fat ass
Cause youre wack son
Dancin around like you think youre Janet Jackson
Thought you could walk on me
To get some ground to walk on
Ill put the rug out under your ass
As I talk on
Ill take you out like a sniper on a roof
Like an M.C. at the fever in the D.J. booth
With your headphones strapped
Youre rockin rewind pause
Tryin to figure out what you can do to go for yours
But liek the pencil to the paper I got more to come
One after another you can all get some
So you getter take your time
And meditate on your rhyme
Cause your shitll be stinking
When I go for mine
And thats right yall dont get uptight yall
You cant say shit
Because youre biting what I write yall
And thats wrong yall over the long haul
You cant cut the mustard
When youre fronting it all

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