Shake Your Rump Lyrics - Paul's Boutique - Beastie Boys

Now I rock a house party at the drop of a hat 

I beat a biter down with an aluminum bat 

A lot of people they be jonesin' just to hear me rock the mic 

They'll be staring at the radio 

Staying up all night 

So like a pimp I'm pimpin' 

I got a boat to eat shrimp in 

Nothing wrong with my leg just B-boy limpin' 

Got arrested at the Mardi Gras for jumping on a float 

My man MCA's got a beard like a billy goat 

Oowah oowah is my disco call 

MCA hu-huh, I'm gettin' rope y'all 

Routines, I bust, rhymes, I write 

And I'll be busting routines and rhymes all night 

Like eating burgers or chicken or you'll be picking your nose 

I'm on time homie that's how it goes 

You heard my style I think you missed the point 

It's the joint 

Mike D, yeah? With your bad self running things 

What's up with your bad breath onion rings 

Well I'm Mike D and I'm back from the dead 

Chillin' at the beaches down at Club Med 

Make another record 'cause the people they want more of this 

Suckers they be saying they can take out Adam Horovitz 

Hurricane you got clout 

Other DJ's he'll take your head out 

A puppet on a string I'm paid to sing or rhyme 

Or do my thing I'm 

In a lava lamp inside my brain hotel 

I might be peakin' or freakin' but I rock well 

The Patty Duke the wrench and then I bust the tango 

Got more rhymes than Jamaica got Mango Kangols 

I got the peg leg at the end of my stump 

Shake your rump 

Full clout y'all 

Full clout y'all 

And when the mic is in my mouth I turn it out y'all 

Full clout 

Never been dumped 'cause I'm the most mackinest 

Never been jumped 'cause I'm known the most packinest 

Yeah we've got beef chief 

We're knocking out teeth chief 

And if you don't believe us you should question your belief Keith 

Like Sam the butcher bringing Alice the meat 

Like Fred Flintstone driving around with bald feet 

Should I have another sip no skip it 

In the back of the ride and bust with the whippet 

Rope a dope dookies all around the neck 

Whoo ha got them all in check 

Running from the law the press and the parents 

Is your name Michael Diamond? 

No mine's Clarence 

From downtown Manhattan the village 

My style is wild and you know that it still is 

Disco bag schlepping and you're doing the bump 

Shake your rump