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Some information about Professor Booty Lyrics Title: Beastie Boys - Professor Booty lyrics Artist: Beastie Boys Album: Check Your Head Visitors: 6 visitors have visited Professor Booty Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. YesI got more bounce to the fuckin bump And then you want to know Why it s cause I m motherfuckin truckin I m in the pocket just like Grady Tate I got supplies of beats so you don t have to wait Cause I m the master blaster Drinking up the shasta My voice sounds sweet cause it has to So light a match to my ass cause I m blown up I d like to thank the people for just showin up But now I want y all to move it Put your point on the floor and just prove it And I m smurfin not rehearsin gettin live y all A little puffy so you know what I m doin right Cause that s the kind of frame of mind I m in I got this feelin and it s back again So don t touch me cause I m electric And if you touch me you ll get shocked! You ve got the boomin system But it s blasting out doo-doo You think it s chocolate milk But it s watered down yoo-hoo I ve been through many times In which I thought I might lose it The only thing that saved me Has always been music We ve got our own studio the son of the G It s no question life s been good to me Cause life ain t nothing but a good groove A good mix tape to put you in the right mood This one goes out to my man the Groove Merchant Coming through with beats For which I ve been searching Like two sealed copies of expansions I m like Tom Vu with yachts and mansions The logo I sport is the face of the monkey Union made Ben Davis quality it s no junk see My chrome is shining just like an icicle I ride around town on my low-rider bicycle So many wack M.C. s You get the T.V. bozack Ain t even gonna call out your names Cause you re so wack But one big oaf whose faker than plastic A dictionary definition of the word spastic You should have never started something That you couldn t finish Cause writin rhymes to me Is like Popeye to spinach I m bad ass move your fat ass Cause you re wack son Dancin around like you think you re Janet Jackson Thought you could walk on me To get some ground to walk on I ll put the rug out under your ass As I talk on I ll take you out like a sniper on a roof Like an M.C. at the fever in the D.J. booth With your headphones strapped You re rockin rewind pause Tryin to figure out what you can do to go for yours But like the pencil to the paper I got more to come One after another you can all get some So you getter take your time And meditate on your rhyme Cause your shit ll be stinking When I go for mine And that s right y all don t get uptight y all You can t say shit Because you re biting what I write y all And that s wrong y all over the long haul You can t cut the mustard When you re fronting it all Hottest songs from Beastie Boys : Fans who visit this lyrics also like: |
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