got a Castle in Brooklyn - that's where I dwell (repeat chorus) Cause I drink it anytime - and anyplace When it's time to get ill - I pour it on my
my home if you don't cut that hair Your mom busted in and said, "What's that noise?" Aw, mom you're just jealous - it's the Beastie Boys! (repeat chorus
Girls - all I really want is girls And in the morning it's girls Cause in the evening it's girls I like the way that they walk And it's chill to hear
Now I chill real ill when I start to chill When I fill my pockets with a knot of dollar bills Sipping pints of ale out the window sill When I get my
My job's ain't a job - it's a damn good time City to city - I'm running my rhymes On location - touring around the nation Beastie Boys always on vacation
is what he said, "Now my name is M.C.A. - I've got a license to kill I think you know what time it is - it's time to get ill Now what do we have here
all girlies from city to city One for all and all for one Taking out M.C.'s with a big shotgun All for one and one for all Because the Beastie Boys have
A list of girlies numbers that I've dialed I do the Smurf, the Popeye, and the Jerry Lewis I like Bullwinkle but I don't like Moose I'm schoolin' in the boys
taken the bed and the chest of drawers The mirror, the TV, the guitar cord My remote control and my old skateboard She robbed us blind - she took all we owned And the boys
' man I got money - I got juice I got to the party and I got loose I got rhythm - I got rhymes I got the girlies with the Def behinds I got ill - I got
a Def song You could live your whole life - and I hope you live long On the Gong Show we won't get gonged We're the Beastie Boys - not Cheech and Chong
she won't front cause she's got that itch She'd drop to her knees if I'd only say please Instead of counting sheep - cold counting Beasties (repeat
'm the King Adrock I'm Mike D. - I got all the fly juice On the checkin' at the party on the forty deuce Walking down the block with the fresh fly threads Beastie Boys
you're in command Homeboy, turn it out and don't give a damn My name is M.C.A. - I've got a license to kill What's the time? - it's time to get ill Riding
I dwell Brass Monkey, that funky Monkey Brass Monkey junkie, that funky Monkey 'Cause I drink it anytime and anyplace When it's time to get ill, I
bed and the chest of drawers The mirror, the TV, the new guitar cord My remote control and my old skateboard She robbed us blind, she took all we owned And the boys
head and this is what he said "Now my name is MCA, I got a license to kill I think you know what time it is, it's time to get ill Now what do we have
' man? I got money, I got juice I got to the party and I got loose I got rhythms, I got rhymes I got the girlies with the Def behinds I got ill, I got