Beastie Boys lyrics

So, so, so just sit back and max and relax. Off the tracks that I kick come on and give it up cause I get funky like diaper rash and You know I'm mad spunky and I'm makin' cash I've got sex rhymes like Victoria's got secrets To all you porn peepers who are trying to peep this I'm like Al Goldstein I'm all about screwin' Lead my team to sixty wins like my man Pat Ewing Like gettin' shot out the barrel of a wave Like a virgin POW on the peaks of A.K. Like a sound that goes the depths of the soul That's the feelin' that I make my goal. A little wine with my dinner so I'm in my grape Ape I feel like a winner when I make a mix tape Cause, I get ill when I'm on the pause button And I get my fill and you can't say nothin' More soul on this train than Don Cornelious I got the mad subwoofer pumpin' bass for your anus Just gettin' on the mic at the monthly function Wires hittin' switches connectin' at the junction Pearlman's got beats and it ain't no secret Dante found his shit but you know he freaked it And so the story goes on and on Down in S.D. 50 till early mornin' Get This Ringtone

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