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    Car Thief

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    Car Thief
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      Lyrics for Beastie Boys - "Car Thief"

      Some static started in the pool hall
      In a motherfucker's face with the cue ball
      Then I met this girl she tried to gank me
      So I smacked her in the pocket with M.C. Plank Bee
      Me and my crew out breaking windows
      The bingo the lotto you know I'll never win those
      Possession is half the law
      I had my routines before all y'all
      Your whole life is coming apart at the seams
      You ain't nothing but a car thief biting routines
      I'm a city slicker I ain't no townie
      Right now I wish I had another hash brownie
      Like Ricky always said you've got to toke and pass
      Or Mookie's gonna kick your fuckin' ass
      You try to take what isn't yours like a God damn rat

      I'm a writer a poet a genius I know it
      I don't buy cheeba I grow it
      People always trying to get next to me
      But I'm down with Jalil Donkey and Ecstasy
      Smoked up a bag of elephant tranquilizer
      Because I had to deal with a money hungry miser
      Had a caine filled cool with my man Rush Rush
      Saw my teeth fall in the sink when I started to brush
      You be doing nose candy on the Bowie coke mirror
      My girl asked for some but I pretended not to hear her
      You can't deny me you always want to try me
      You're just gonna get your ass kicked
      Homeboy throw in the towel
      Your girl got dicked by Ricky Powell
      The Godfather of Soul is in the belly of the beast
      For smoking that dust at St. Anthony's Feast
      Sometimes you've got to let someone trip on their own
      Shoelace before you tell them to tie their shoe
      All the wife beaters and all the tax cheaters
      Sitting in the White House pulling their peters
      Buy me cheeba from the cop down the street
      The only cop with a rope chain walking the beat
      Like a sneaky pouch time bomb tickin'
      Like the beat to my rhyme just kickin'
      Space cake cookies I discover who I am
      I'm a dusted old bummy 'Hurdy Gurdy Man'
      Five-O caught me now I'm going to the mountains
      Said good-bye to my girl my lawyers and accountants
      My mind is kinda rhymin' and I think I oughta think
      So I'm rockin' all the rhymes and I'll have another drink
      So the lights are flashing my mind is spinning
      I feel like it is always the beginning
      Of another rhyme I'm rapping M.C.'ing I rock
      You ain't nothing but a car thief who must be stopped

      SONGWRITERS:
      DIAMOND, MICHAEL LOUIS / HOROVITZ, ADAM / YAUCH, ADAM NATHANIEL / KING, JOHN ROBERT / SIMPSON, MICHAEL S. / DIKE, MATT
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