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 |