Hold It Now - Hit It Lyrics - Licensed To Ill - Beastie Boys

Now I chill real ill when I start to chill 

When I fill my pockets with a knot of dollar bills 

Sipping pints of ale out the window sill 

When I get my fill I'm chilly chill 

Now I just got home because I'm out on bail 

What's the time? It's time to buy ale 

Peter eater, parking meter all of the time 

If I run out of ale, it's Thunderbird wine 

Miller drinking, chicken eating, dress so fly 

I got friends in high places that are keeping me high 

Dow with Mike D. And it ain't no hassle 

Got the ladies of the eighties from here to White Castle 

Hold it now (hold it now, hold it now) hit it! 

Now its me Adam Yauch in the place to be 

And all the girls are on me cause I'm down with Mike D. 

I'm down with Mike D. And it ain't no baloney 

For real, not phony, "O.E." and Rice-a-Roni 

I come out at night 'cause I sleep all day 

Well, I'm the King Adrock and he's M.C.A. 

Well I'm cruising, I'm bruising, I'm never ever losing 

I'm in my car, I'm going far and dust is what I'm using 

Around the way is where I'm from 

And I'm from Manhattan and I'm not a bum 

Because you're pud-slapping, ball-flapping, got that juice 

My name's Mike D. And I can do that Jerry Lewis 

Hold it now (hold it now, hold it now) hit it! 

Hip-hop, body rockin', doing the do 

Beer drinking, breath stinking, sniffing glue 

Belly flipping, always illing, busting caps 

My name's Mike D. And I write my own snaps 

I'm a peep-show seeking on the forty-deuce 

I'm a killer at large and I'm on the loose 

Pistol packing, Monkey drinking, no money bum 

I come from Brooklyn 'cause that's where I'm from 

Cheap-skate, perpetrating, money hungry jerk 

Everyday I drink a "O.E." and I don't go to work 

You drippy nose knuckle-head, you're wet behind the ears 

You like men, and we like beer (beer, beer, beer) 

Hold it now, hit it! 

King of the Ave. With the Def female 

You're rhyming and stealin' with the freshest ale 

Cooling at the crib watching my TV 

Ed Norton (Ted Knight) and Mr. Ed 

Pump it up homeboy, just don't stop 

Chef Boy-are-dee cooling on the pot 

I take no slack 'cause I got the knack 

And I'm never dusting out 'cause I torch that crack 

The King Adrock, that is my name 

And you're drinking Moet, we got the champagne 

A quarter dropping, going shopping buying wigs 

Surgeon general cut professor D.J. Thigs 

Hold it now (hold it now, hold it now), hit it! 

Hit it! (Hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it) 

Hold it now (hit it!) 

Yo Leroy!