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Beastie Boys - Super Disco Breakin' lyrics
Well, it's 50 cups of coffee and you know it's on I move the crowd to the break of break of dawn Can't rock the house without the party people Cause when we're gettin down we are all equal There's no better or worse between you and me But I rock the mic so viciously Like pins and needles and words that sting At the blink of an eye I will do my thing Like a needle in the cartridge when the record spins Like diggin down deep in the record bins Everybody gettin down make no mistake Nothing sounds quite like an 8 0 8 Money Makin Money Money Makin Manhattan Super Disco Disco Breakin' Sometimes I like to brag sometimes I'm soft spoken When I'm in Holland I eat the pannenkoeken I got the spice you bring the sauce You can kiss my ass you funky boss Now that you got what you want, you want more I'll be with the hammer and the nail at your door With these funky beats I be goin' head huntin' Shouts to my peeps let me know if you feel something I can give you all you need A little beat for the rhythm and some words to read Let me tell you now that's my favorite shit And when I got a new rhyme I just say it So Money Makin Money Money Makin Manhattan Super Disco Disco Breakin |
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