Song | Professor Booty |
Artist | Beastie Boys |
Album | Check Your Head |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Beastie Boys, Caldato | |
Yo I don't hang out with those guys | |
Man I ain't got nothing to do with those dudes | |
Man I saw your female with them too, what's up wit her? | |
I been hearin' that she's been giving that stuff out to all them graffiti guys | |
Yo shut the fuck up | |
Chico manI'd paint three of those murals for some of that ass | |
Professor, what's another word for pirate treasure? | |
Why I think it's booty? | |
That's what it is | |
Yes, I got more bounce to the fucking bumpin' | |
And you wanna know why because | |
I'm mother fucking truckin' | |
I'm in the pocket just like | |
Grady Tate | |
I got supplies of beats, so you don't have to wait' | |
Cuz I'm the master blaster, drinking up the shasta | |
My voice sounds sweet 'cuz it hasta | |
So light a match to my ass 'cuz | |
I'm blowin' up | |
I'd like thank you people for just showin' up | |
But now I want y'all to move it | |
Put your point on the floor and just prove it | |
Said I'm smurfin' not rehearsin', getting live y'all | |
A little puffy so you know what | |
I'm doing right' | |
Cuz that's the kind of frame of mind | |
I'm inI got this feelin' and it's back again | |
So don't touch me, 'cuz | |
I'm electric | |
And if you touch me you'll get shocked | |
Well I think it's booty, booty | |
You got, you got, you got, you got, you got | |
You got the boomin' system but it's blastin' out doo | |
Do you think it's chocolate milk, but it's watered down yoo hoo | |
I been through many times for which | |
I thought | |
I might lose it | |
The only thing that saved me, has always been music | |
We got our studio, it's under the | |
G, it's no question | |
Life's been good to me 'cuz life ain't nothing but a good groove | |
A good mix tape to put you in the right mood | |
Said, this one goes out to my man the groove merchant | |
Coming through with beats, for which | |
I been searchin' | |
Like two sealed copies, of expansions | |
I'm like Tom | |
Vu with yachts and mansions | |
The logo I sport is the face of the monkey | |
Union made, | |
Ben Davis quality, it's no junk see | |
My chrome is shining, just like an icicle | |
I ride around town in my low-rider bicycle | |
You think you know what you doin' [Incomprehensible] | |
Booty, booty, booty[Incomprehensible] | |
So many wack | |
MC's, you get that | |
TV bozakAin't even gonna call out your names 'cuz ya' so wack | |
And one big oaf, who's faker than plastic | |
A dictionary definition of the word spastic | |
You shoulda' never started something you couldn't finish' | |
Cuz writing rhymes to me is like | |
Popeye to spinach | |
I'm bad ass, move ya' fat ass, 'cuz your wack son | |
Dancing around like you think your | |
Janet Jackson | |
Thought you could walk on me to get some kinda' walk | |
I'll pull a rug out from underneath your ass as | |
I talk onI'll take you out like a sniper on a roof | |
Like an MC at the fever in the | |
DJ BoothWith your head phones strapped, ya' rocking rewind pause | |
Trying to figure out what you to do to go for yours | |
But, like a pencil to a paper | |
I got more to come | |
One after another you can all get some | |
So you better take your time, and meditate on your rhyme' | |
Cuz ya shit'll be stinking when | |
I go for mine | |
And that's right y'all, don't get uptight y'all | |
You say shit when | |
I bite, when | |
I write y'all | |
And that's wrong y'all, over the long haul | |
You can't cut the mustard when fronting it on, it on |
zuo ci : Beastie Boys, Caldato | |
Yo I don' t hang out with those guys | |
Man I ain' t got nothing to do with those dudes | |
Man I saw your female with them too, what' s up wit her? | |
I been hearin' that she' s been giving that stuff out to all them graffiti guys | |
Yo shut the fuck up | |
Chico manI' d paint three of those murals for some of that ass | |
Professor, what' s another word for pirate treasure? | |
Why I think it' s booty? | |
That' s what it is | |
Yes, I got more bounce to the fucking bumpin' | |
And you wanna know why because | |
I' m mother fucking truckin' | |
I' m in the pocket just like | |
Grady Tate | |
I got supplies of beats, so you don' t have to wait' | |
Cuz I' m the master blaster, drinking up the shasta | |
My voice sounds sweet ' cuz it hasta | |
So light a match to my ass ' cuz | |
I' m blowin' up | |
I' d like thank you people for just showin' up | |
But now I want y' all to move it | |
Put your point on the floor and just prove it | |
Said I' m smurfin' not rehearsin', getting live y' all | |
A little puffy so you know what | |
I' m doing right' | |
Cuz that' s the kind of frame of mind | |
I' m inI got this feelin' and it' s back again | |
So don' t touch me, ' cuz | |
I' m electric | |
And if you touch me you' ll get shocked | |
Well I think it' s booty, booty | |
You got, you got, you got, you got, you got | |
You got the boomin' system but it' s blastin' out doo | |
Do you think it' s chocolate milk, but it' s watered down yoo hoo | |
I been through many times for which | |
I thought | |
I might lose it | |
The only thing that saved me, has always been music | |
We got our studio, it' s under the | |
G, it' s no question | |
Life' s been good to me ' cuz life ain' t nothing but a good groove | |
A good mix tape to put you in the right mood | |
Said, this one goes out to my man the groove merchant | |
Coming through with beats, for which | |
I been searchin' | |
Like two sealed copies, of expansions | |
I' m like Tom | |
Vu with yachts and mansions | |
The logo I sport is the face of the monkey | |
Union made, | |
Ben Davis quality, it' s no junk see | |
My chrome is shining, just like an icicle | |
I ride around town in my lowrider bicycle | |
You think you know what you doin' Incomprehensible | |
Booty, booty, booty Incomprehensible | |
So many wack | |
MC' s, you get that | |
TV bozakAin' t even gonna call out your names ' cuz ya' so wack | |
And one big oaf, who' s faker than plastic | |
A dictionary definition of the word spastic | |
You shoulda' never started something you couldn' t finish' | |
Cuz writing rhymes to me is like | |
Popeye to spinach | |
I' m bad ass, move ya' fat ass, ' cuz your wack son | |
Dancing around like you think your | |
Janet Jackson | |
Thought you could walk on me to get some kinda' walk | |
I' ll pull a rug out from underneath your ass as | |
I talk onI' ll take you out like a sniper on a roof | |
Like an MC at the fever in the | |
DJ BoothWith your head phones strapped, ya' rocking rewind pause | |
Trying to figure out what you to do to go for yours | |
But, like a pencil to a paper | |
I got more to come | |
One after another you can all get some | |
So you better take your time, and meditate on your rhyme' | |
Cuz ya shit' ll be stinking when | |
I go for mine | |
And that' s right y' all, don' t get uptight y' all | |
You say shit when | |
I bite, when | |
I write y' all | |
And that' s wrong y' all, over the long haul | |
You can' t cut the mustard when fronting it on, it on |
zuò cí : Beastie Boys, Caldato | |
Yo I don' t hang out with those guys | |
Man I ain' t got nothing to do with those dudes | |
Man I saw your female with them too, what' s up wit her? | |
I been hearin' that she' s been giving that stuff out to all them graffiti guys | |
Yo shut the fuck up | |
Chico manI' d paint three of those murals for some of that ass | |
Professor, what' s another word for pirate treasure? | |
Why I think it' s booty? | |
That' s what it is | |
Yes, I got more bounce to the fucking bumpin' | |
And you wanna know why because | |
I' m mother fucking truckin' | |
I' m in the pocket just like | |
Grady Tate | |
I got supplies of beats, so you don' t have to wait' | |
Cuz I' m the master blaster, drinking up the shasta | |
My voice sounds sweet ' cuz it hasta | |
So light a match to my ass ' cuz | |
I' m blowin' up | |
I' d like thank you people for just showin' up | |
But now I want y' all to move it | |
Put your point on the floor and just prove it | |
Said I' m smurfin' not rehearsin', getting live y' all | |
A little puffy so you know what | |
I' m doing right' | |
Cuz that' s the kind of frame of mind | |
I' m inI got this feelin' and it' s back again | |
So don' t touch me, ' cuz | |
I' m electric | |
And if you touch me you' ll get shocked | |
Well I think it' s booty, booty | |
You got, you got, you got, you got, you got | |
You got the boomin' system but it' s blastin' out doo | |
Do you think it' s chocolate milk, but it' s watered down yoo hoo | |
I been through many times for which | |
I thought | |
I might lose it | |
The only thing that saved me, has always been music | |
We got our studio, it' s under the | |
G, it' s no question | |
Life' s been good to me ' cuz life ain' t nothing but a good groove | |
A good mix tape to put you in the right mood | |
Said, this one goes out to my man the groove merchant | |
Coming through with beats, for which | |
I been searchin' | |
Like two sealed copies, of expansions | |
I' m like Tom | |
Vu with yachts and mansions | |
The logo I sport is the face of the monkey | |
Union made, | |
Ben Davis quality, it' s no junk see | |
My chrome is shining, just like an icicle | |
I ride around town in my lowrider bicycle | |
You think you know what you doin' Incomprehensible | |
Booty, booty, booty Incomprehensible | |
So many wack | |
MC' s, you get that | |
TV bozakAin' t even gonna call out your names ' cuz ya' so wack | |
And one big oaf, who' s faker than plastic | |
A dictionary definition of the word spastic | |
You shoulda' never started something you couldn' t finish' | |
Cuz writing rhymes to me is like | |
Popeye to spinach | |
I' m bad ass, move ya' fat ass, ' cuz your wack son | |
Dancing around like you think your | |
Janet Jackson | |
Thought you could walk on me to get some kinda' walk | |
I' ll pull a rug out from underneath your ass as | |
I talk onI' ll take you out like a sniper on a roof | |
Like an MC at the fever in the | |
DJ BoothWith your head phones strapped, ya' rocking rewind pause | |
Trying to figure out what you to do to go for yours | |
But, like a pencil to a paper | |
I got more to come | |
One after another you can all get some | |
So you better take your time, and meditate on your rhyme' | |
Cuz ya shit' ll be stinking when | |
I go for mine | |
And that' s right y' all, don' t get uptight y' all | |
You say shit when | |
I bite, when | |
I write y' all | |
And that' s wrong y' all, over the long haul | |
You can' t cut the mustard when fronting it on, it on |