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    Hold It Now, Hit It

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    Hold It Now, Hit It
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      About "Hold It Now, Hit It"

      Lyrics for Beastie Boys - "Hold It Now, Hit It"

      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 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 drinking, chicken eating, dress so fly
      I got friends in high places that are keeping me high
      Dow with Mike D. and it ain't no hassle
      Got the ladies of the eighties from here to White Castle

      Hold it now, hit it!

      Now its me Adam Yauch in the place to be
      And 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
      And I'm the King Adrock and he's M.C.A.
      Well I'm cruising, I'm bruising, I'm never ever losing
      I'm in my car, I'm going far and dust is what I'm using

      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!

      Hip-hop, body rockin', doing the do
      Beer drinking, breath stinking, sniffing glue
      Belly flipping, always illing, busting caps
      My name's Mike D. and I write my own snaps

      I'm a peep-show seeking on the forty-deuce
      I'm a killer at large and I'm on the loose
      Pistol packing, Monkey drinking, no money bum
      I come from Brooklyn 'cause that's where I'm from

      Cheap-skate, perpetrating, money hungry jerk
      Everyday I drink a "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.

      Hold it now, hit it!

      King of the Ave. with the Def female
      You're rhyming and stealin' with the freshest ale
      Cooling at the crib watching my TV
      Ed Norton, Ted Knight and Mr. Ed

      Pump it up homeboy, just don't stop
      Chef Boy-are-dee cooling 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 Adrock, that is my name
      And you're drinking Moet, we got the champagne
      A quarter dropping, going shopping buying wigs
      Surgeon general cut professor D.J. Thigs

      Hold it now, hit it!
      Hit it!
      Hold it now, hit it!

      SONGWRITERS:
      DIAMOND, MICHAEL LOUIS / HOROVITZ, ADAM KEEFE / RUBIN, RICK / YAUCH, ADAM NATHANIEL
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