Beastie Boy! lyrics

by

Large Professor


[Intro]
That's wassup
To the Suspects Cliq, yeah that's wassup
To my n*gga J. Good, yeah that's wassup
To my man Deceased, yeah that's wassup
To my man Levi, yeah that's wassup
To my n*gga J. Lowell, yeah that's wassup
To my n*gga Telepath, yeah that's wassup
It's the Suspects Cliq, that's wassup
Wassup

[Verse 1]
Aye yo
Creep through the night on vogues, I ride low
My eyes low, pelican briefs, the fly clothes
Since '94, I been sh*ttin' divine gold
Cut off levies because a n*gga got flow
Ayo, n*ggas they hate hard cause I run sh*t
Mustard, sour had a n*gga on some f*ck sh*t
f*ck this, you don't wanna see a full gun clip
Got my gun powder and my musket, f*ck it
Buck shots, hit him in his nuts and his guts sh*t
If I don't win the battle then war gone get ugly as ugly
You don't got no wins in me casa
So you don't wanna set trip, fall into a dungeon
Plunge in concrete, shoes on some sunk sh*t
This is hooliganarian style meets drunken, monk
Meets funk with any n*gga who ask
Play a game of Russian Roulette then have my blast

[Bridge]
To my big bro Chino, that's wassup
My man DJ John, that's wassup
My n*gga DJ Danny, that's wassup
My n*gga Has Solo, that's wassup
Van Dope, that's wassup
To my n*gga Snaggle Tooth, that's wassup
To my n*gga Sas Finda, that's wassup
It's the Suspects Cliq n*gga that's wassup

[Verse 2]
I come through wild'n in the night time
Hoes thought I was stylin'
Wettin' n*ggas on all four sides like an island
Even police found his demise was surprising
I'm way to wavy they couldn't f*ck with high tideage
Khaks (khakis) be soft as high cotton
Quit acting like he's Rowdy Rod Piper when he entering the cypher
All 36 Seals up the cold I decipher
Women come around me, need diapers
n*ggas talk about catch a molly wop, strikin' from his Nike's
Pain full of basses, that flash like lightning
Came in this game, no name, just a microphone
Writing with the skills weak n*ggas say they like to own
n*ggas spitting crooked, leave the mic alone
Before we have to find a way tell yo baby mama why your life is gone
4,000 degrees underneath the microscope
n*ggas couldn't see me through kaleidoscopes
I am dope!

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