Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shake Your Rump, artist - Beastie Boys. Date of issue: 24.07.1989
Song language: English
Shake Your Rump |
| Now randy listen I rock a house party at the drop of a hat |
| I beat a biter down with an aluminum bat |
| A lot of people they be jonesin' just to hear me rock the mic |
| In the right car at the right price in mint condition |
| 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 rhymes I write |
| And I’ll be busting routines and rhymes all night |
| Like eating burgers or chicken or you’ll be picking your nose |
| I’m on time and that’s how it goes |
| You heard my style I think you missed the point |
| That’s the joint |
| Mike d with your bad self running things |
| What’s up with your bad breath onion rings |
| I’m nike d and I’m back from the dead |
| Chillin' with pig pen 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 dj’s he’ll take your head out |
| A puppet on a string I’m paid to sing or rhyme |
| Or do my thing i’m |
| In a lava lamp inside the brain hotel |
| I might be peakin' or freakin' I’m known to rock well |
| The patty duke the wrench and then I bust the tango |
| Got more rhymes than jamaica got mango kangols |
| I got the peg leg at the end of my stump |
| Shake your rump |
| 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 |
| Like sam the butcher bringing alice the meat |
| Like fred flintstone driving around with bald feet |
| Should I have another sip no skip it In the back of the ride and bust with the whippet |
| Rope a dope dookies all around the neck |
| Running from the law the press and the parents |
| No mine’s clarence |
| From downtown manhattan the village |
| My style is wild and you know that it still is Disco bag schlepping and you’re doing the bump |
| Shake your rump |