Lyrics Beastie Boys – Slow Ride

They got a committee to get me off the block
‘Cause I say my rhymes loud and I say ’em nonstop
Because being bad news is what we’re all about
We went to White Castle and we got thrown out

Slow riding, gun hidin’ on the go
I’m fly like an eagle and I drink Old Crow
I’m the king of the classroom — coolin’ in the back
My teacher had beef so I gave her a smack
She chased me out of class she was strapped with a ruler
Went to the bathroom — rolled myself a wooler
With bottle in hand at the microphone stand
A. yo homeboy — what you drinkin’ man

I got money, I got juice
I got to the party and I got loose
I got rhythms, I got rhymes
I got the girlies with the Def behinds
I got ill, I got busted
I got dust and I got dusted
I got gold, I got funky
I got the new dance they call the Brass Monkey

Because I’m hard hittin’ always biten cool as hell
I got trees on my mirror so my car won’t smell
Sittin’ around the house gettin’ high and watchin’ tube
Eating Colonel’s chicken drinkin’ Heineken brew
I’m a gangster, I’m a prankster I’m the king of the Ave.
I’m hated, confrontated for the juice that I have
All the fly ladies are making a fuss