Shake Your Rump - Digitally Remastered 2005 - Beastie Boys

Now I rock a house party at the drop of a hat

And I beat a biter down with an aluminum bat

A lot of people, they be jostlin' just to hear me rock the mic

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 the disco call

MCA hu-huh, I'm gettin' rope y'all

Routines and the rhymes that 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, homies and that's how it goes

You heard my style, I think you missed the point

It's the joint

Mike D with your bad self running things

What's up with your bad breath onion rings?

Well, I'm Mike 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, put 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', but I 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 rumpa

A full flap Joe, a full flap Joe

And when the miker's in my mind then turn it out Joe

A full flap

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

Whoo ha, yo garcon the cheque

Running from the law, the press and the parents

Is your name Michael Diamond?

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 rumpa