| How here’s a little story — I’ve 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, M.C.A., and me — Mike D.
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| Been had a little horsy named Paul Revere
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| Just me and my horsy and a quart of beer
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| Riding across the land — kicking up sand
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| Sheriff’s posse 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 beating down on my baseball hat
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| The air is gettin' hot — the beer is getting flat
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| Lookin' for a girl — I ran into a guy
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| His name is M.C.A., 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?»
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| I said, «You can’t get none!»
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| Had a chance to run
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| He pulled out his shotgun
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| He was 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 M.C.A. |
| — I've 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 make 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 — 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"I said, I’ll ride with you if
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| 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 whiffleball bat
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| So I’m on the run — the cop’s 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 the we hit the spot
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| The beat was a bumping and the girlies was hot
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| This dude was staring 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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| M.C.A. |
| said, «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 that 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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| M.C.A. |
| 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 — M.C.A. |
| snatched the gold
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| I grabbed two girlies and a beer that’s cold. |