Beastie Boys Posse In Effect Lyrics

Posse In Effect lyrics
Songwriters: Diamond, Mike; Horovitz, Adam; Rubin, R; Yauch, Adam;

Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop
Keep it on and shockin' the place

Well, I'm MCA, I got nothing to prove
Pay attention, my intention is to bust a move
I drink quarts and cans and bottles and sixes
Between the turntables keep the vodka and the mixes

Well, I'm Mike D, I've got the deuces wild
A list of girlies numbers that I've dialed
I do the Smurf, the Popeye, and the Jerry Lewis
I like Bullwinkle, but I don't like Moose

I'm schoolin' in the boys' room, coolin' by the locker
All the girls in class knows that I'm the cool rocker
Punk in the hall, man, I should of outta hit him
Had the fresh rhymes, and the kid cold bit 'em

Smokin' in the boys room is what I do best
While you were at the party, your girlfriend fessed
I keep a pistol in my pocket, so you better be cautious
Fly around the world, but it makes me nauseous

Mike D's day off everyday of the week
I got to the party, and I did the freak
I got a girl in the Castle and one in the pagoda
You know I got rhymes like Abe Vigoda

I'm a Def Manhattan killer, a rhyme driller
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A mike in my hand and a mouth full of Miller
I got a hat not a visor, I drink Budweiser
The turntables, up on the drum riser

The needle's in the groove, and the vinyl's on the platter
I know that I'm fly man, there's no need to flatter
I travel around the globe, it's keeping girlies dizzy
My name's Mike D, so watch me get busy y'all

Get-get-get busy y'all
Get-get-get busy y'all

You're a fake wearer sucker whose gold got busted
Busted, rusty, busted, rusty
Cheaper than a hot dog with no mustard
Mustard, mustard, mustard, mustard

You tried to steal my fresh and you got cold busted
Busted, busted, busted, busted
Because your crew's all soft and I'm disgusted
'Sgusted, 'sgusted, 'sgusted

I'm from downtown, from the city of Manhattan
I got a lotta girlies and not one's cattin'
My posse's in effect and we're doin' the do
Well, we got more rhymes than your whole damn crew

Caught you poppin' that week and you must have been dusted
Dusted, dusted, dusted, dusted
Stuck you head in the toilet and stone cold flushed it
Flushed it, flushed it, flushed it, flushed it
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these lyrics are last corrected by Bute