About "Licensed To Ill" album:
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"Licensed To Ill" by Beastie Boys, which consists of 6 songs.
Fight For Your Right
You wake up late for school, man you don't wanna go
You ask you mom, "Please?", but she still says, "No!"
You missed two classes, and no homework
But your teacher preaches class like you're some kind of jerk
CHORUS: You gotta fight for your right to party
Your pop caught you smoking, and he said, "No way!"
That hypocrite smokes two packs a day
Man, living at home is such a drag
Yeah all I really want is girls!
And in the morning it's, GIRLS!
'Cause in the evening it's, GIRLS!
I like the way that they WALK!
And it's chill to hear them TALK!
And I can aways make them SMILE!
From White Castle to the NILE!
Hold It Now - Hit It!
Now I chill real I'll 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
Here's a little story I gots to tell,
About three bad brothers you know so well.
It started way back in history with Adrock, MCA and me, Mike D.
I been had a little horsey named Paul Revere.
Just me and my horsey and a quart of beer.
Ridin' cross the land, kickin' up sand.
Sheriff Posse is on my tail 'cause I'm in demand.
One lonely Beastie I be,
All by myself without nobody.
The New Style
And on the cool check in
Center stage on the mic
And we're puttin' it on wax
It's the new style
Four and three and two and one (What up!)
And when I'm on the mic - the suckers run (Word!)
Down with Adrock and Mike D. and you ain't
And I got more juice than Picasso got paint
Got rhymes that are rough and rhymes that are slick
I'm not surprised you're on my dick
Time To Get Ill
I'm not the type of person who likes to waste my time
And when I'm on the mic - I just say my rhymes
Because I'm out on bail - the check is in the mail
They can sentence me to life - but I won't go to jail
I'm cool calm collected - from class I was ejected
Just me, Mike D., and M.C.A. - we're rarely disrespected
I got all the time that I need to kill
What's that time? - it's time to get I'll
You been fully captivated by that funky ass bass
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