Slow Ride Lyrics - Licensed To Ill - Beastie Boys

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 

I got my boy Mike D., I got the King Adrock 

I got the jammy with the ammo inside my sock 

I shot homeboy but the bullet was a dud 

So I reached in the Miller cooler, grabbed a cool Bud 

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 

Ah 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 bitten, cool as hell 

I got trees on my mirror so my car won't smell 

Sittin' around the house, gettin' high and watchin' tube 

And eating Colonel's chicken, drinkin' Heineken brew 

And I'm a gangster, I'm a prankster, I'm the king of the Ave. 

And I'm hated, confrontated for the juice that I have 

All the fly ladies are making a fuss 

But I can't pay attention, 'cause I'm on that dust