BEASTIE BOYS lyrics - Shake Your Rump

"Shake Your Rump"
(Beastie Boys/Dust Bros.)

Now I rock a house party at the drop of a hat Yea...
And I beat a biter down with an aluminum bat
A lot of people they be Jonesin' just to hear me rock the mic
They'll be staring at the radio stayin' up all night
So like a pimp I'm pimpin'
I got a boat to eat shrimp in
Nothing wrong with my leg I'm just B-boy limpin'
Got arrested at the Mardi Gras for jumpin' 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 and the rhymes that I write
And I'll be busting routines and rhymes all night
Like eating burgers or chicken and you'll be picking your nose man
I'm on time homie... that's how it goes
You heard my style I think you missed the point

"It's the joint"

Mike D yea 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' at the beach 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 put 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 my brain hotel
I might be freakin' or peakin' but I rock well
The Patty Duke the wrench and then I bust the tango
Got more rhymes than Jamaica got Mango
I got the "peg leg" at the end of my stump-a

"Shake your rump-a"

A full clout ya'll, a full clout ya'll
And when the mic is in my mouth I turn it out ya'll
A full clout

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
I'm Like Sam the butcher bringing Alice the meat
Like Fred Flintstone driving around with bald feet
Should I have another sip na skip it
In the back of the ride and bust with the whippet
Rope a dope dookies all around the neck
*Whoohaa Got Them All In Check"
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 rump-a"


Paul's Boutique (1989)