Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sure Shot, artist - Beastie Boys.
Date of issue: 30.05.1994
Song language: English
Sure Shot |
'Cause you can’t, you won’t, and you don’t stop |
'Cause you can’t, you won’t, and you don’t stop |
Well, you can’t, you won’t, and you don’t stop |
Mike D, come and rock the sure shot |
I’ve got the brand new doo-doo, guaranteed like Yoo-hoo |
I’m on like Dr. John, yeah, Mr. Zu Zu |
I’m a newlywed, not a divorcee (yeah) |
And everything I do is funky like Lee Dorsey |
Well it’s the taking of the Pelham 1, 2, 3 |
If you want a doody rhyme, then come see me |
I’ve got the savoir faire with the unique rhymin' |
I keep it on and on, it’s never quitting time and |
Strictly handheld is the style I go |
Never rock the mic with the pantyhose |
I strap on my ear goggles and I’m ready to go |
‘Cause at the boards is the man, they call the Mario |
You pull up at the function and you know I Kojak |
To all the party people that are on my Bozac |
I’ve got more action than my man, John Woo |
And I’ve got mad hits like I was Rod Carew (yeah) |
'Cause you can’t, you won’t, and you don’t stop |
'Cause you can’t, you won’t, and you don’t stop |
You know you can’t, you won’t, and you don’t stop |
Ad-Rock, come and rock the sure shot |
Hurra-, Hurra- |
Cane will cross fade on your ass and bust your eardrums |
Listen everybody cause I’m shifting gears |
I’m fresh like Dougie when I get my specs |
And on the microphone, I come correct |
Timing like a clock when I rock the hip-hop |
Top notch is my stock on the soapbox |
I’ve got more rhymes than I’ve got gray hairs |
And that’s a lot because I’ve got my share (oohh, weee) |
I’ve got a hole in my head and there’s no one to fix it |
I gotta straighten my thoughts |
I’m thinking too much (yeah) sick shit |
Everyone just takes and takes, takes, takes, takes |
I’ll have to step back, I gotta contemplate |
Well, I’m like Lee Perry, I’m very on |
Rock the microphone, and then I’m gone |
I’m like Vaughn Bode, I’m a Cheech Wizard |
Never quittin', so won’t you listen |
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah |
Ah, yes, indeed, it’s fun time |
'Cause you can’t, you won’t, and you don’t stop |
'Cause you can’t, you won’t, and you don’t stop |
Well, you can’t, you won’t, and you don’t stop |
MCA, come and rock the sure shot |
I want to say a little something that’s long overdue |
The disrespect to women has got to be through |
To all the mothers and the sisters and the wives and friends |
I want to offer my love and respect to the end |
Well, you say I’m twenty-something and I should be slacking |
But I’m working harder than ever and you could call it macking |
So I’m supposed to sit upon my couch just watching my TV |
I’m still listening to wax, I’m not using the CD |
Well, I’m that kid in the corner |
All fucked up and I wanna so I’m gonna (yeah) |
Take a piece of the pie, why not, I’m not quittin' |
Think I’m-a change up my style just to fit in |
I keep my underwear up with a piece of elastic |
I use a bullshit mic that’s made out of plastic |
To send my rhymes out to all the nations |
Like Ma Bell, I got the ill communication |
'Cause you can’t, you won’t, and you don’t stop |
'Cause you can’t, you won’t, and you don’t stop |
Well, you can’t, you won’t, and you don’t stop |
Keep on and rockin' the sure shot |
B-boys, b-girls… |
Tick-tock, tick-tick…tock-tock |