Hold It Now, Hit It

(Hold it now, hit it) Yo, Leroy Ahh, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah Why don't you hook up that def jam right about now? Now I chill real ill when I start to chill When I fill my pockets with a knot of dollar bills Sippin' pints of ale out the window sill When I get my fill I'm chilly chill Now, I just got home because I'm out on bail What's the time? It's time to buy ale Peter eater, parking meter all of the time If I run out of ale, it's Thunderbird wine Miller drinkin', chicken eatin', dress so fly I got friends in high places that are keepin' me high Get down with Mike D And it ain't no hassle I got the ladies of the eighties from here to White Castle Hold it now, hit it Yo, Leroy It's my drum, it's my, hold it now, it's my rhyme Now it's me, Adam Yauch, in the place to be All the girls are on me 'cause I'm down with Mike D I'm down with Mike D and it ain't no baloney For real, not phony, O.E. and Rice-a-Roni I come out at night 'cause I sleep all day Well, I'm the King Ad-Rock and he's MCA Well I'm cruisin', I'm bruisin', I'm never ever losin' I'm in my car, I'm going far and dust is what I'm usin' Around the way is where I'm from And I'm from Manhattan and I'm not a bum Because you're pud-slapping, ball-flapping, got that juice My name's Mike D and I can do that Jerry Lewis Hold it now hit it Yo, Leroy Yo, that was real def man, try that again, man I like that def stuff, boy Hip-hop, body rockin', doing the do Beer drinkin', breath stinkin', sniffin' glue Belly fillin', always illin', bustin' caps My name's Mike D and I write my own snaps I'm a peep-show seekin' on the Forty-deuce I'm a killer at large and I'm on the loose Pistol packin', Monkey drinkin', no money bum I come from Brooklyn 'cause that's where I'm from Cheap-skate, perpetrating, money hungry jerk Everyday I drink O.E. and I don't go to work You drippy nose knuckle-head, you're wet behind the ears You like men, and we like beer (beer, beer, beer) Hold it now, hit it Yo, Leroy Bust that choco-lotto What? Huh? Yo, man, pass that over here, man, alright King of the Ave. with the Def female You're rhymin' and stealin' with the freshest ale Kid coolin' at the crib watchin' my TV Ed Norton, Ted Knight, and Mr. Ed Pump it up homeboy, just don't stop Chef Boyardee coolin' on the pot I take no slack 'cause I got the knack And I'm never dusting out 'cause I torch that crack The King Ad-Rock, that is my name Y'all drinking Moët and we got the champagne A quarter droppin', going shopping buying wigs Surgeon general, cut professor, DJ Thigs Hold it now hit it Hit it Hold it now Yo Leroy