3-Minute Rule Lyrics

(Beastie Boys/Dust Bros.) 

     I stay up all night I go to sleep watching Dragnet
     Never sleep alone because Jimmy is the magnet
     I'm so rope they call me Mr. Roper
     When the troubles arise you know I'm 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 don't mean to trouble ya
     But you're looking so fly inside your B.M.W.
     I got lucky I brought home the kitten
     Before I got busy I schlepped on the mitten
     Can't get better odds because I'm a sure thing
     Proud Mary keeps on turning and rolling like a Ring Ding
     Jump the turnstile never pay the tool
     Doo wa diddy and bust with the pre-roll
     Customs jailed me over an herb seed
     Don't rat on your boy over some rat weed
     I'm outta your back door
     I'm into another
     Your boyfriend doesn't know about me and you're 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
     It's just two wheels and me the wind in my eyes
     The engine is the music and my nine's by my side
     Cause you know why a you see H.
     I'm takin' all M.C.'s out of the place
     Takin' life as it comes no fool am I
     I'm goin' off gettin' paid and I don't ask why
     Playin' beats on my box makin' music for the many
     Know alota def girls that'll do anything
     A lot of parents like to think I'm a villain
     I'm just chillin' like Bob Dylan
     Yea I smoke cheeba it helps me with my brain
     I might be a little dusted but I'm not insane
     People come up to me and they try to talk shit man
     I was making records when you were sucking on your mother's dick
     Girl you're walking tall now in your fancy clothes
     You got fancy things their going up your nose
     You gettin' fancy gifts from expensive men
     You're a dog on a leash like a pig in a pen
     Mothership connection getting girl's affection
     If your life needs correction don't follow my direction
     You got your 8 by 10 your agent your Harley
     You be driving around Hollywood with yo sorry charlie
     Cause I'm running things like some Mack motherfucker
     You slipin' you slackin' cause you're a false fake sucker
     You slip you slack you clock me and you lack
     While I'm reading on the road by my man Jack Kerouac
     Poetry in motion coconut lotion
     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 I'm on your mind It's hard to forget me
     I'll take your pride for a ride if you let me
     So peace out ya'll, a PCP song out
     Full throttle to the bottle and full full clout
     And I'm out...
     Waa...