Beastie Boys – B Boys Makin' With the Freak Freak Lyrics


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Salt lick...ahh, yeah

B-Boys makin' with the freak freak
B-Boys makin' with the freak freak (oh-oh)
B-Boys makin' with the freak freak (somethin' brand new for you)
B-Boys makin' with the freak freak


Puttin' songs together ain't no puzzle like Yahtzee
Sending this one out to K-Rob and Rammellzee
Well, let me introduce myself on this cut (woo)
I'm Adrock, I'm lit like a motherfuck

Well, I'm brewing up rhymes like I was using a still
Kickin' it old school flow like Mike McGill
Cause Yauch's on the upright, the shit just ain't funny
Got fat bass lines like Russell Simmons steals money

Got clientele, you know I rock well
And then you're on my dick because I'm DFL
Yeah, Mike, cause playing the bass is my favorite shit
I might be a hack on the stand up but I'm working at it

I got my hair cut correct like Anthony Mason
Then I ride the IRT right up to Penn Station (yeah)
Penn Station, up on 8th Ave
Listen all y'all, you get the ball back
He's got the Savior Faire because he's debonair
Well, Mike D with the vinyl, with the grooves so rare
And the rhymes that we're kickin' are doo-doo

B-Boys makin' with the freak freak
B-Boys makin' with the freak freak
B-Boys makin' with the freak freak

Shit, if this is gonna be that kind of party
I'm gonna stick my dick in the mashed potatoes

B-Boys makin' with the freak freak

Been makin' with the freak freak, so unique
Been learning from the elders, now it's time to speak
Oh, that shit sounds nice
Mike D, come on and get it on, y'all

Talking shit about a mile a minute
Put the wax on the table and let the DJ spin it

Well, excuse me, motherfuckers, can I beg your pardon?
I'm gonna see the Knicks
at Madison Square Garden

And like the Knicks, I got game like I worked at Hasbro
On the mic I bug, like I was Prince Jazzbo
Well, the rhymes are stupid to make you go coo-koo
You can't sleep cause you're little Cindy Lou Who

Down with the Hurra since the Raising Hell Tour
Just listen to his cuts, there's no reason to tell more

Cindy what? I didn't catch the last one
That shit sounded kinda nice, but bust a fast one

Well, I'm not known for my speed raps
So grab the microphone and cut out the claps
Ah, yeah, I like that, shit is kind of rough
I'll grab the microphone and fuck it up


Well, I might seem out there, just a little deranged
I've got to cool off, catch me on the driving range
Well I'm the ladies' choice like I was JJ Evans
Legalize the weed and I'll say, Thank heavens!

I'm talking PGA Pro Tour 2
I'm Doctor Beepers on the tv, in my golfing shoes
Pass me an iron and I'll bust a chip shot
Then you throw me off the green because I'm strictly hip-hop
I'll grab the tee, I'll tee off
I'll grab the golf clubs
and I'm off, I'm Audi, so check me

I've got the timbos on my toes when I'm not on the green
I've got the custom made boots with the spikey things
I'm working on my driving cause I'm going pro
I've got the funky fly golf gear from head to toe
Yeah, the B-Boys makin' with the freak freak cause it's unique unique
Mario's calling Nonni's about the pesto pizza
And then he's on a mission and he's checking for peacha

B-Boys makin' with the freak freak
B-Boys makin' with the freak freak
B-Boys makin' with the freak freak
B-Boys makin' with the freak freak

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