Beastie Boys - 3-Minute Rule

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Stay up all night go to sleep watching Dragnet\nNever sleep alone because Jimmy’s the magnet\nI’m so rope they call me Mr. Roper\nWhen the troubles arise I’m the cool coper\nOn the mic I score just like the Yankees\nGet over on Ms. Crabtree like my main man Spankee\nExcuse me young lady I don’t mean to trouble ya\nBut you’re looking mighty fine inside your B.M.W.\nI got lucky I brought home a kitten\nBefore I got busy I schlepped on my mitten\nCan’t get better odds cause I’m a sure thing\nProud Mary keeps on turning rolling like a Ring Ding\nJump the turnstile never pay the tool\nDoo wa diddy bust with the pre-roll\nCustoms jail me over an herb seed\nDon’t rat on your boy over some rat weed\nNot perfect grammar always perfect timing\nThe Mike stands for money and the D. is for diamonds\nOut of your back door and into another\nYour boyfriend doesn’t know about me and your mother\nRoses are red the sky is blue\nI got my barrel at your neck so what the fuck you gonna do\nIt’s just two wheels and me the wind in my eyes\nThe engine is the music and my nine’s by my side\n'Cause you know Y-A-U-C-H\nI’m takin' all M.C.'s out of the place\nTakin' life as it comes no fool am I\nI’m goin' off gettin' paid and I don’t ask why\nPlayin' beats on my box makin' music for the many\nKnow alota funky girls who like to do their thing\nA lot of parents like to think I’m a villain\nI’m just chillin' like Bob Dylan\nI smoke cheeba it helps me with my brain\nI might be a little dusted but I’m not insane\nPeople come up to me and they try to talk shit man\nI’ve been making records since you were sucking on your mother’s limp dick\nGirl you’re walking tall now with your fancy clothes\nYou got fancy things going up your nose\nYou get fancy gifts from expensive men\nYou’re a dog on a leash like a pig in a pen\nMothership connection getting girl’s affection\nIf your life needs correction don’t follow my direction\nYou got your 8 by 10 your agent your Harley\nYou be driving around Hollywood yes sorry charlie\nCause I’m running things like some Mack motherfucker\nYour only claim to fame is you’re a false fake sucker\nYou slip you slack you clock me you lack\nWhile I’m reading on the road by my man Jack Kerouac\nMy veins are like vines\nFilled with red wine\nPoetry in motion coconut lotion\nI had to diss the girl because she got too emotional\nAre you experienced little girl\nI want to know what goes on in your little girl world\nGive time for your mind it’s hard to forget me\nI’ll take your pride for a ride if you let me\nSo peace out now, and keep peacing out\nFull throttle to the bottle and full full clout\nAnd I’m out