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Beastie Boys Paul S Boutique

and he's always phoneless Sleepin' on the street in a cardboard box He's better off drinkin' than smokin' the rocks Johnny Ryall x 4 He drinks where he lies He's

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

to me or you're gonna get mushed Doing 120 plowing over mail boxes Radar detector to tell me where the cops is Spend another night at the Motel 6 It's

ass kicked Homeboy throw in the towel Your girl got dicked by Ricky Powell The Godfather of Soul is in the belly of the beast For smoking that dust at St. Anthony's

: "Agh agh..." There's a girl over there "Agh agh yea" "agh agh agh yea" With long brown hair "Agh agh yea" "agh agh agh yea" I took her to the place

: It's 4:00 a.m. I've got the Dr. Hfuhruhurr Ale I've got nothing to lose so I'm pissin' on the third rail Groggy eyed and fried I'm headed for the station

: He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost She's slippin through his fingers as she's movin' out to the coast If your

A. Yo they just got my little cousin ese Sometimes hard boiled sometimes runny It comes from a chicken not a bunny dummy People laugh it's no joke My name's

: DJ Hurricane... When Mike D's in the house what you gonna' do I go A.W.O.L. Adrock's in the house what you gonna' do I go A.W.O.L. When MCA's in the