Ad-Rock - Hold it Now Hit it lyrics

Hold it now, hit it Yo, Leeroy Ahh, 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 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 Get down with Mike D and it ain't no ha**le I got the ladies of the eighties from here to White Castle Hold it now, hit it Yo, Leeroy It's my drum, it's my, hold it now, it's my rhyme And 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 Adrock and he's MCA Well, I'm cruisin', I'm bruisin', 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 Yo, Leeroy Yo, that was real def man, try that again, man I like that def stuff, boy Hip-hoppin' and body rockin', doin' the do Beer drinking, breath stinking, sniffing glue Belly fillin', always illin', bustin' 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 k**er 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-skatin', perpetrating, money-hungry jerk Everyday I drink a O.E. and I don't go to work You drippy nose knucklehead, you're wet behind the ears You like men and we like beer Hold it now, hit it Yo, Leeroy Bust that choco-lotto What, huh, yo, man, pa** that over here, man, alright King of the Ave with the Def female You're rhymin' and stealin' with the freshest ale Cooling at the crib watching my TV Ed Norton - Ted Knight - and Mr. E-D Pump it up homeboy, just don't stop Chef Boyardee, cooling on the pot I take no slack, cause I got the knack I'm never dusting out cause I tossed that crack The King Adrock - that is my name You all drinking Moet and we got the champagne A quarter droppin', going shoppin', buyin' wigs Surgeon general, cut professor, DJ Thigs Hold it now, hit it Hit it Hold it now, hit it Yo, Leeroy