B-Boys Makin’ with the Freak Freak

Lyrics

[Intro] "Allo? Allo? C'est un message pour Adam, bon Adam, tu n'es pas la mais qu'est-ce tu fabriques? C'est Stephanie Violaine. I hope you learn how to speak french because I was saying crazy bullshit about you... one second ago." Saklig Ahh, yeah [Chorus] B-Boys makin' with the freak freak B-Boys makin' with the freak freak (Oh-oh) B-Boys makin' with the freak freak (Somethin' brand new for you) B-Boys makin' with the freak freak [Verse 1] Yeah, yeah Puttin' songs together ain't no puzzle like Yahtzee Sending this one out to K-Rob and Rammellzee Well, let me introduce myself on this cut (Woo) I'm Ad-Rock, I'm lit like a motherfuck Well, I'm brewing up rhymes like I was using a still Kickin' it old school flow like Mike McGill 'Cause Yauch's on the upright, the shit just ain't funny Got fat bass lines like Russell Simmons steals money Got clientele, you know I rock well And then you're on my dick because I'm DFL Yeah, Mike, 'cause playing the bass is my favorite shit I might be a hack on the stand up, but I'm working at it I got my hair cut correct like Anthony Mason Then I ride the IRT right up to Penn Station (Yeah, huh) Penn Station, up on 8th Ave Listen, all y'all, you get the ball back He's got the savior faire because he's debonair Well, Mike D with the vinyl, with the grooves so rare And the rhymes that we're kickin' are doo-doo [Chorus] B-Boys makin' with the freak freak B-Boys makin' with the freak freak B-Boys makin' with the freak freak Shit, if this is gonna be that kind of party, I'm gonna stick my dick in the mashed potatoes B-Boys makin' with the freak freak [Verse 2] Been makin' with the freak freak, so unique I been learning from the elders, now it's time to speak Oh, that shit sounds nice Mike D, come on and get it on, y'all Talking shit about a mile a minute Put the wax on the table and let the DJ spin it Well, excuse me, motherfuckers, can I beg your pardon? I'm gonna see the Knicks at the Madison Square Garden And like the Knicks, I got game like I worked at Hasbro On the mic I bug, like I was Prince Jazzbo Well, the rhymes are stupid to make you go cuckoo You can't sleep 'cause you're Cindy Lou Who Down with the Hurra since the Raising Hell Tour Just listen to his cuts, there's no reason to tell more (Yeah) Cindy what? I didn't catch the last one That shit sounded kinda nice, but bust a fast one Well, I'm not known for my speed raps So grab the microphone and cut out the claps Ah, yeah, I like that, shit is kind of rough I'll grab the microphone and fuck it up (Aight, woo!) [Verse 3] Well, I might seem out there, just a little deranged I've got to cool off, catch me on the driving range Well I'm the ladies' choice like I was JJ Evans Legalize the weed, and I'll say, "Thank heavens!" I'm talking PGA Pro Tour 2 I'm Doctor Beepers on the tv, in my golfing shoes Aww, pass me an iron, and I'll bust a chip shot Then you throw me off the green 'cause I'm strictly hip-hop (Yeah) I'll grab the tee, I'll tee off I'll grab the golf clubs, and I'm off, I'm Audi, so check me I've got the Timbos on my toes when I'm on the green I've got the custom-made boots with the spikey things I'm working on my driving 'cause I'm going pro I've got the funky fly golf gear from head to toe Yeah, the B-Boys makin' with the freak freak 'cause it's unique unique Mario's calling Nonni's about the pesto pizza And then he's on a mission, and he's checking for peacha [Chorus] B-Boys makin' with the freak freak B-Boys makin' with the freak freak B-Boys makin' with the freak freak B-Boys makin' with the freak freak