B-Boy Bouillabaisse Lyrics

(Beastie Boys/Dust Bros.) 

     a) 59 Chrystie Street 

     Agh agh...
     There's a girl over there...
     Agh agh yea, agh agh agh yea
     With long brown hair
     Agh agh yea, agh agh agh yea
     I took her to the place
     I threw the mattress in her face
     Took off her shirt
     Took off her bra
     Took off her pants
     You know that I saw
     A wick wick wack
     Aghh aghh ha...

     b) Get On the Mic 

     One two...
     Right about now I'd like to deticate this song
     Out to my main homie Mike D.
     Agh yea
     Alright
     Lets kick it
     Ready... go
     Get on the mic
     Get get on the mic
     Just get on the mic
     Get on the mic Mike let's be real and don't cloud the issue
     The rhymes are rope an M.C. you must listen to
     People say that they been missin' me and missin' you
     Get on the mic and let's show them like we used to
     You say fuck that yo holmes fuck this
     I'm the king Ad-Whammy and your Dick Butkus
     One half science and the other half soul
     Nick named Mike D. not Fat Morton Jelly Roll
     Got busy in frisco fool around in Fresno
     Got over on your girlie cause you know she never says no
     So just get on the mic
     Just get on the mic
     Get get on the mic
     Get on the mic Mike
     Well Mike D. is a special individual
     Pulling out knots pulling in residuals
     Go to the movies get the Rolos the cholos riding slow and low
     Mike on the mic and bust with the solo
     Mike my stromy don't be so selfish
     Get on the mic cause you know you eat shellfish
     At the feaver... 

     c) Stop That Train 

     It's 4:00 a.m. I've got the Dr. Hfuhruhurr Ale
     I've got nothing to lose and so I'm pissin' on the third rail
     Groggy eyed and fried and I'm headed for the station
     D-Train ride the Coney Island vacation this one's
     Dedicated to the boofers in the back of the 1 train
     They'll be kicking out windows high on cocaine
     And then I jump the turnstyle I lost my last token
     Riding between the cars pissing smoking
     Head for the last car fluorescent light blackout
     Policeman tell my homeboy yo put that crack out
     You know you light up when the lights go down
     And the you read the New York Post Fulton St. downtown
     Same faces every day but you don't know their names
     Party people going placed on the D-Train Stop that train, I wanna get off...
     Check it...
     Trench coat wing tip going to work
     And you be pulling a train like your Captain Kirk
     Pick pocket gangsters paying their debts
     I caught a bullet in the lung from Bernie Goetz
     Overworked and underpaid staring at the floor
     Prostitutes spandex caught in the sliding door
     Now your stuck between the stations and it seems like an eternity
     Sweating like sardines in a flophouse fraternity
     A $50.00 fine for disturbing the peace
     The neck tortoise your Lees I creased
     Hot cup of coffee and the donuts are Dunkin
     Friday night and Jamaica Queens funkin
     Elevated platform I'm never gonna conform
     Riding over the diner where I always get my toast warm
     Bust into the conductor's booth with busted out rhymes
     Over the loud speaker about the hard times
     Sat across from a man reading El Diario
     Riding the train down from the El Barrio
     Went from the station to Orange Julius
     I bought a hot dog from who George Drakoulias

     d) Year And A Day

     M.C. for what I AM and do
     the A is for Adam and the lyrics; true
     so as pray and hope and the message is sent
     and I AM living in the dreams that I have dreamt
     because I'm down with the three the unstoppable three
     me and Adam and D. were born to M.C.
     and my body and soul and mind are pure
     not polluted or diluted or damaged beyond cure
     just lyrics from I to you recited
     arrested, bailed but cuffed and indicted
     enter the arena as I take the center stage
     the lights set low and the night has come of age
     take the microphone in hand as that I am a professional
     speak my knowledge to the crowd and the ed. is special
     I am the one and I am the master
     I am the king and this is my castle
     dwell in realms of now but vidi those of the past
     seen a glimpse from ahead and I don't think it's gonna last
     and you can bet your ass
     I drop the L. when I'm skiing 
     I'm smoking and peaking
     I put the skis on the roof almost every single weekend
     can't stop the mindfuck when it's rolling along
     can't stop the smooth runnin's when the shit's running strong
     broke my bindings the lion with wings
     preaching his word in the B. Boy sing
     I AM one with myself as I turn to The
     I prefer the dreams to reality
     I prefer my life don't need no other man's wife
     don't need no crazy lifestyle with stress and strife
     but it's good to have turn to be a king for a day
     or for a week or for a year or for a year in a day
     come what may
     I'm fishing with my boat and I'm fishing for trout
     mix the Bass Ale with the Guiness Stout
     fishing for a line inside my brain
     and looking out at the world through my window pane
     every day has many colors cuz the glass is stained
     everything has changed but remains the same
     so once again the mirror raised and I see myself as clear as day
     and I AM going to the limits of my ultimate destiny
     feeling as though Somebody were testing me
     He who sees the end from the beginning of time
     looking forward through all the ages is, was and always shall be
     check the prophetic sections of the pages
     Easy rhyme for the Disco Dave
     He goes by the name of Disco Dave
     Disco Dave... 

     e) Hello Brooklyn 

     Hello Brooklyn...
     New York New York it's a hell of a town
     You know the Bronx is up and I'm Brooklyn down
     Because they don't know my name only know my initials
     Building bombs in the attic for elected officials
     I quit my job I cut my hair
     You know I cut my boss because I don't care
     You tried to get slick you bust a little chuckle
     You're gonna get smacked with my gold finger knuckle
     Cause being as fly as me is something you never thought of
     You'll be sticking up old ladies with the hand gun or the sawed-off
     I'm a buffalo soldier broader than Broadway
     Keep keepin' on I don't care what they say
     I play my stereo loud I disturb my neighbors
     I want to enjoy the fruits of my labor
     Cause I am the holder of the 3-pack Bonanza
     If you open the book then you will get your hand slapped
     I am the keeper of the 3-pack Bonanza
     If you ask a question you will get your answer
     Her breast I saw I reached I felt
     M.O.N.E.Y. the belt
     I stay at home just like a hermit
     I got the jammy but I don't got the permit
     You know why
     You got a boyfriend and his name is Nick
     Annabelle caught with the shrimpy limp dick trick
     I ride around town cause my ride is fly
     I shot a man in Brooklyn *just to watch him die* 

     Take P.C.P.

     f) Dropping Names 
                              
     He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost
     He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost
     She's slippin through his fingers as she's movin' out to the coast
     He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost
     Well if your world was all black and if your world was all white
     Then you wouldn't get much color out of life now right
     I'm nicknamed Shamrock but my name is not Shamus
     Girlies on the tip cause my homie is famous
     My name is not O'Houigheighi nor is it Brian
     If I said that I was weak man you know I'd be a lion
     Suckers try to bite they try to pursue it
     Yea explain to a musician them knew it, but them can't do 

     g) Lay It On Me

     Agh, funky baby
     Lay it on me now...
     Not so hard man...
     Yo,
     I got Chinese eyes and Chinese suits
     Smokin' much Buddha and smokin' much boots
     More updated on the hip-hop lingo
     My favorite New York Knick was Hawthorne Wingo
     Met a girl at a party and I gave her my card
     Man you know that it said Napoleon Bonaparte
     Peepin' out the colors I be buggin' on Cezanne
     They call me Mike D Joe Blow the Lover Man well
     Your face turns red as your glass of wine
     That you spilled on my lyrics as you wasted my time
     Girl you should be with me you should drop that bum
     Cause I got more flavor than Fruit Striped Gum
     With that big round butt of yours
     I'd like to butter your muffin I'm not bluffin'
     Serve you on a platter like Thanksgiving stuffin'
     And what it
     Stuffin', stuffin'
     Stuffin' buddy... 

     h) Mike On the Mic

     Here's another one for ya'll to pee
     It's called M.I.K.E. on the M.I.C.
     C.
     I met this girl last night with a peculiar cackle
     I laid the bait and then she took the tackle
     Had too much to drink at the Red Lobster
     Now the room is spinning around like the blades of a helicopter
     I never met a girl that was too finicky
     If the press has their way then they're going to finish me
     You might know this but you've never been this see
     If I ate spinach then I'd be called Spinach D
     I shed light like cats shed fur
     Ride around town like a Raymond Burr
     I'm so high that they call me Your Highness
     If you don't know me then pardon my shyness
     I live in the Village wherever I go I walk to
     I keep my friends around so I have someone to talk to
     I play my music loud because you know it's got clout to it
     It's a trip it's got a funky beat and I can bug out to it 

     i) A.W.O.L.

     DJ Hurricane...
     When Mike D's in the house, what you gonna do
     I go A.W.O.L.
     Adrock's in the house, what you gonna do
     I go A.W.O.L.
     When MCA's in the house, what you gonna do
     I go A.W.O.L.
     When Hurricane's, what you gonna do
     He goes A.W.O.L.
     St. James in the house, what's you gonna do
     Home-1, what you gonna do
     Got busy in the house, what you gonna do
     Dust Bros. in the house, what you gonna do
     Warren G. in the house, what you gonna do
     Lou Gains in the house, what you gonna do
     Hollis crew, what you gonna do
     John Mish in the house, what you gonna do
     Killa Cutty in the house, what you gonna do
     Jannet J. in the house
     Pat Bain's in the house
     Richard Consen's in the house...
     Good night Amsterdamn
     Now I want you all to break this down... 

     To all the girls, all the girls 
     You liked it, some of it's...