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Now here's a little story I got to tell |
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About three bad brothers you know so well |
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It started way back in history |
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With Adrock, MCA, and me, Mike D |
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Been had a little horsey named Paul Revere |
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Just me and my horsey and a quart of beer |
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Riding across the land, kicking up sand |
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Sheriff's posse's on my tail 'cause I'm in demand |
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One lonely Beastie I be |
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All by myself, without nobody |
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The sun is beatin' down on my baseball hat |
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The air is gettin' hot, the beer is gettin' flat |
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Lookin' for a girl, I ran into a guy |
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His name is MCA, I said, "Howdy," he said, "Hi" |
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He told a little story that sounded well rehearsed |
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Four days on the run and that he's dying of thirst |
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The brew was in my hand and he was on my tip |
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His voice was hoarse, his throat was dry, he asked me for a sip |
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He said, "Can I get some?" I said, "You can't get none" |
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And I had a chance to run, he pulled out his shotgun |
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Quick on the draw, I thought I'd be dead |
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He put the gun to my head and this is what he said |
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"Now my name is MCA, I got a license to kill |
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I think you know what time it is, it's time to get ill |
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Now what do we have here? An outlaw and his beer? |
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I run this land, you understand? I made myself clear" |
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We stepped into the wind, he had a gun, I had a grin |
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You think this story's over but it's ready to begin |
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Now I got the gun and you got the brew |
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You got two choices of what you can do |
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It's not a tough decision as you can see |
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I can blow you away or you can ride with me |
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I said, "I'll ride with you if you can get me to the border" |
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The sheriff's after me for what I did to his daughter |
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I did it like this, I did it like that |
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I did it with a whiffle ball bat |
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So I'm on the run, the cop got my gun |
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And right about now, it's time to have some fun |
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The King Adrock, that is my name |
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And I know the fly spot where they got the champagne |
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We rode for six hours then we hit the spot |
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The beat was a-bumpin' and the girlies was hot |
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This dude was starin' like he knows who we are |
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We took the empty spot next to him at the bar |
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MCA said, "Yippee yo, you know this kid?" |
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I said, "I didn't but I know he did" |
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The kid said, "Get ready 'cause this ain't funny |
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My name's Mike D and I'm about to get money" |
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Pulled out the jammy, aimed it at the sky |
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He yelled, "Stick 'em up!" and let two fly |
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Hands went up and people hit the floor |
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He wasted two kids then ran for the door |
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I'm Mike D and I get respect |
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Your cash and your jewelry is what I expect |
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MCA was with it and he's my ace |
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So I grabbed the piano player and I punched him in the face |
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The piano player's out, the music stopped |
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His boy had beef and he got dropped |
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Mike D grabbed the money, MCA snatched the gold |
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I grabbed two girlies and a beer that's cold |
