Lyrics

[Chorus: Mike D with MCA] It's finger-lickin', finger-lickin' good, y'all Finger-lickin', finger-lickin' good, y'all It's finger-lickin', it's finger-lickin' good, y'all It's finger-lickin', it's finger-lickin' good, y'all [Verse 1: MCA & Mike D] Well, Mike D, what's up? Yo, Yauch, what's up? Come on, Mike, let's tear it up Hear no evil, see no evil, talkin' no bullshit So many damn people are so damn full of it Keyboard Money Mark, you know he ain't havin' it Just give him some wood and he'll build you a cabinet I'm convinced that Vince is rippin' me off I think it's his girdle that's tippin' me off Well, Mike D's out back and he's growing onions I've got bigger buns than my man Paul Bunyon's I've been going nuts, gettin' all cooped up Fully hermitizin', but now I'm gettin' souped up It's time to turn the page to a brand-new chapter Settin' my sights and you know what I'm after I'll be in the paper, the news with Ernie Anastos They'll even print my recipe for pasta with pesto Now here's another special of the day You see, I've got more spice than the Frugal Gourmet [Chorus: Mike D with MCA] Finger-lickin', finger-lickin' good, y'all It's finger-lickin', it's finger-lickin' good, y'all It's finger-lickin', it's finger-lickin' good, y'all [Verse 2: Mike D, MCA, & Both] Well, Mike D (Huh?), what you got for me? Show these good people what it means to be D Well, they call me Mike D with the madman style I put the mic up to my lips and I can scream for a while Created a sound at which many were shocked at I've got a million ideas that I ain't even rocked yet I got the light bulb flashing on the top of my head Never wake up on the wrong side of the bed You're an idea man, not a yes man With a point to make, you're bound to take a stand 'Cause I'm Pete the Puma, Minnie the Moocher I got every type of flavor or style that will suit you The bass is real fat because it's gotta be like that See a snare on the funky tin, give me a taste of the hi-hat [Chorus: Mike D with MCA] Finger-lickin', finger-lickin' good, y'all Finger-lickin', finger-lickin' good, y'all It's finger-lickin', it's finger-lickin' good, y'all Finger-lickin', lickin', lickin' good, y'all [Verse 3: Mike D, MCA, & Both] Yo, Yauch, what's up? Mike D, what's up? Come on, Yauch, let's tear it up Well, I could catch a groove like a flash in the dark I grab a hold of your attention like a thief in the park 'Cause I can flip a rhyme off the tip of my tongue Yeah, I be switching up the rhythm like the rhyme's a piece of chewing gum Now I might chew, but I don't bite My ideas are mine when I begin to write In my sleep, I'll be thinking 'bout beats and Getting on the mic and busting some treats and Sportin' the crazy funky threads that you've never even seen before What I'm lacking from macking I can find at the thrift store I don't scuff nor scuffle, just grin as I walk by Take the time to rhyme for a girl I hear talk fly Down some papaya, down with the revolution Always wear my goggles 'cause there's so much pollution I can do the Freak, the Patty Duke, and the Spank Gotta free the funky fish from the funky fish tanks I'll sell my house, sell my car, and I'll sell all my stuff [Verse 4: DJ Hurricane] I had enough of suckers actin' like they're tough So Hurricane a-comin' and I kick it rough Call your bluff when I roll with my TEC cocked Light a spliff with my homie, call that rock We get blind like Stevie and we make you wonder Feel the thunder 'cause I'm comin', yeah, from way under Not belief, so don't you ever call me chief I'll make you preach, so you fuck around and lose your teeth I got that gift to kick it swift, so check the shift And get a whiff, that's hard, yo, word to God [Interlude: DJ Hurricane & Mike D] And you best believe that shit Good, y'all DJ Hurricane's finger lickin' good, y'all That's right, y'all [Chorus: DJ Hurricane] It's finger-lickin', it's finger-lickin' good, y'all It's finger-lickin', it's finger-lickin' good, y'all It's finger-lickin', it's finger-lickin' good, y'all It's finger-lickin', it's lickin', lickin' good, y'all [Outro: DJ Hurricane] Money Mike, rock the house And MCA rockin' the house And to my man Ad-Rock rockin' the house And to the keyboard Money Mark rockin' the house To the Mario C rockin' the house And to the Beastie Boys, go turnin' it out And you don't stop and you don't quit And then I grab the microphone and I pop some shit And you don't stop and you don't quit Keep it on, keep it, keepin' it on