Finger Lickin' Good - Remastered 2009

It's finger lickin', finger lickin' good, y'all
 Finger lickin', a finger lickin' good, y'all
 It's finger lickin', it's finger lickin' good, y'all
 It's finger lickin', it's finger lickin' good, y'all
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 Well, Mike D, what's up?
 Yo, Yauch, what up?
 Come on, Mike, let's tear it up
 Hear no evil, see no evil, talkin' no bullshit
 So many damn people are so damn full of it
 Keyboard Money Mark, you know he ain't havin' it
 Just give him some wood and he'll build you a cabinet
 I'm convinced that Vince is rippin' me off
 I think it's his girdle that's tippin' me off
 Well, Mike D's out back and he's growin' onion
 I've got bigger buns than my man Paul Bunyans
 I've been going nuts gettin' all cooped up
 Fully hermitizing but now I'm gettin' souped up
 It's time to turn the page to a brand new chapter
 Settin' my sights and you know what I'm after
 I'll be in the paper, the news with Ernie Ernesto
 They'll even print my recipe for pasta with pesto
 Now here's another special of the day
 See, I've got more spice than the Frugal Gourmet
 Finger lickin', finger lickin' good, y'all
 It's finger lickin', it's finger lickin' good, y'all
 It's finger lickin', it's finger lickin' good, y'all
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 Well, Mike D, what you got for me?
 Show these good people what it means to be D
 Well, they call me Mike D with the mad man style
 I put the mic up to my lips and I can scream for a while
 Created a sound at which many were shocked at
 I've got a million ideas that I ain't even rocked yet
 I've got the light bulb flashing on the top of my head
 Never wake up on the wrong side of the bed
 You're an idea man, not a yes man
 With a point to make, you're bound to take a stand
 'Cause I'm Pete the Puma, Minnie the Moocher
 I've got every type of flavor or style that will suit ya
 You know the bass is real fat, because it's gotta be like that
 A snare on the funky tin, and a taste of the hi-hat
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 Finger lickin', finger lickin' good, y'all
 Finger lickin', a finger lickin' good, y'all
 It's finger lickin', it's finger lickin' good, y'all
 A finger lickin', a lickin', lickin' good, y'all
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 Yo, Yauch, what up?
 Mike D, what's up?
 Come on, Yauch, let's tear it up
 Well, I could catch a groove like a flash in the dark
 I grab a hold of your attention like a thief in the park
 'Cause I can flip a rhyme off the tip of my tongue
 Yeah, I be switching up the rhythm like the rhyme's a piece of chewing gum
 Now I might chew, but I don't bite
 My ideas are mine when I begin to write
 In my sleep I'll be thinking 'bout beats and
 Getting on the mic and busting some treats and
 Sportin' the crazy funky threads that you've never even seen before
 What I'm lackin' from the mackin' I can find at the thrift store
 I won't scuff nor scuffle, just grin as they walk by
 Take time to rhyme for a girl I hear talk fly
 Down some papaya, down with the revolution
 Always wear my goggles 'cause there's so much pollution
 I can do the Freak, the Patty Duke, and the Spank
 Gotta free the funky fish from the funky fish tanks
 I'll sell my house, sell my car, and I'll sell all my stuff
 I'm going back to New York City, I do believe I've had enough
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 We're gonna be out of here in a minute
 So this one goes out to my man, Mario C
 My brother Ad-Rock, cuttin' it up on the turntable
 Yeah, finger lickin' good, y'all
 DJ Hurricane is finger lickin' good, y'all