3Minute Rule — текст песни (Beastie Boys)

Stay up all night go to sleep watching dragnet

Never sleep alone because jimmys the magnet

Im so rope they call me mr. roper

When the troubles arise Im the cool coper

On the mic I score just like the yankees

Get over on ms. crabtree like my main man spankee

Excuse me young lady I dont mean to trouble ya

But youre looking mighty fine inside your b.m.w.

I got lucky I brought home a kitten

Before I got busy I slipped on the mitten

Cant get better odds cause Im a sure thing

Proud mary keeps on turning rolling like a ring ding

Jump the turnstile never pay the toll

Doo wa diddy bust with the pre-roll

Customs jails me over an herb seed

Dont rat on your boy over some rat weed

Im out of your back door and into another

Your boyfriend doesnt know about me and your mother

Not perfect grammar always perfect timing

The mike stands for money and the d. is for diamonds





Roses are red the sky is blue

I got my barrel at your neck so what the fuck you gonna do

Its just two wheels and me the wind in my eyes

The engine is the music and my nines by my side

Cause you know y. a. u. c. h.

Im takin all m.c.s out in the place

Takin life as it comes no fool am i

Im goin off gettin paid and I dont ask why

Playin beats on my box makin music for the many

Know alota def girls that would do anything

A lot of parents like to think Im a villain

Im just chillin like bob dylan

I smoke cheeba it helps me with my brain

I might be a little dusted but Im not insane

People come up to me and they try to talk shit man

Ive been making records since you were sucking on your mothers dick





Girl youre walking tall now with your fancy clothes

You got fancy things going up your nose

You get fancy gifts from expensive men

Youre a dog on a leash like a pig in a pen

Mothership connection getting girls affection

If your life needs correction dont follow my direction

You got your 8 by 10 your agent your harley

You be driving around hollywood yes sorry charlie

Cause Im running things like some mack motherfucker

Your only claim to fame is youre a false fake sucker

You slip you slack you clock me you lack

While Im reading on the road by my man jack kerouac

Poetry in motion coconut lotion

I had to diss the girl because she got too emotional

Are you experienced little girl

I want to know what goes on in your little girl world

Cause Im on your mind its hard to forget me

Ill take your pride for a ride if you let me

So peace out yall Im pcp so Im out

Full throttle to the bottle and full full clout

And Im out