Shake Your Rump (Live at the Santa Maria Hilton, 10/13/1994)

歌詞

Now I rock a house party at the drop of a hat And I beat a body down with an aluminum bat A lot of people they be Jonesin' just to hear me rock the mic 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 and the rhymes that I write And I'll be busting routines and rhymes all night Like eating burgers and chicken and you'll be picking your nose Yeah, I'm on time, homie, that's how it goes You heard my style I think you missed the point It's the joint Mike D (yeah?) with your bad self runnin' things What's up with your bad breath, onion rings? Well, I'm Mike D and I'm back from the dead And I'm chillin' at the beach 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 DJs he'll put your head out A puppet on a string I'm paid to sing and rhyme Or do my thing I'm In a lava lamp inside my brain hotel I might be peakin' or freakin', but I rock well The Patty Duke Show, the wrench and then I bust the tango Got more rhymes than Jamaicans got mangoes I got the peg leg at the end of my stump Shake your rump, ah Full clout y'all Full clout y'all And when the mic is in my mouth I turn it out y'all Full clout 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 I'm like Sam the butcher bringing Alice the meat Like Fred Flintstone driving around with bald feet Should I have another sip? Nah, skip it In the back of the ride and bust with the whippet Rope a dope dookies all around the neck Woo-ha got them all in check, huh 'Cause I been running from the law, the press, and the parents *Is your name Michael Diamond?* No man, my name's Clarence From downtown, Manhattan, The Village My style was wild and you know that it still is Disco bag schlepping and you're doing the bump Shake your rump, ah Disco bag schlepping Disco bag schlepping Disco bag schlepping Disco bag schlepping