Hold It Now, Hit It

Hold it now, hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it!
 Yo Leroy!
 Aw yeah, yo yo, yeah
 Why don't you do 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
 Sippin' pints of ale out the window sill
 When I get my fill, I'm chilly chill
 And now I just got home because I'm out on bail
 What's the time? It's time to buy ale!
 Peter eater parkin' meter all of the time
 If I run out of ale, it's Thunderbird wine
 Miller drinkin', chicken eatin', dress so fly
 I got friends in high places that are keepin' me high
 Get down with Mike D and it ain't no hassle
 I got the ladies of the '80s from here to White Castle
 Hold it now, hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it!
 Yo Leroy!
 It's my joint, it's my, hold it now
 It's my rhyme
 The now and T, 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 he 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 Ad Rock, and he's MCA
 Well I'm a-cruisin', I'm bruisin', I'm never ever losin'
 I'm in my car, I'm goin' far and dust is what I'm usin'
 Around the way is where I'm from
 And I'm from Manhattan and I'm not a bum
 Because you're pud-slappin', ball-flappin', got that juice
 My name's Mike D and I can do that Jerry Lewis
 Hold it now, hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it!
 Yo Leroy!
 Yo man, that was real def man
 Try that again, man I like that def stuff, boy!
 Hip hoppin', body rockin', doin' the do
 Beer drinkin', breath stinkin', sniffin' glue
 Belly fillin', always illin', bustin' caps
 My name's Mike D and I write my own snaps
 Now I'm a peep-show seekin' on the 40-deuce
 I'm a killer at large and I'm on the loose
 Pistol packin', monkey drinkin', no money bum
 I come from Brooklyn 'cause that's where I'm from
 Cheap skate, perpetratin', money hungry jerk
 Every day I drink O.E., and I don't go to work
 You drippy nose knucklehead, you're we behind the ears
 You like men and we like beers!
 Hold it now, hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it!
 Yo Leroy!
 Pass that joint on over
 Yo man, pass that over here man, all right
 King of the Ave with the def female
 You're rhymin' and stealin' with the freshest ale
 Coolin' at the crib watchin' my TV
 Ed Norton, Ted Knight and Mr. Ed
 Pump it up homeboy, just don't stop
 Chef Boyardee coolin' on the pot
 I take no slack 'cause I got the knack
 And I'm never dustin' out 'cause I torch that crack
 The King Ad Rock, that is my name
 Y'all's drinkin' Moet and we got the champagne
 A quarter droppin', goin' shoppin' buyin' wigs
 Surgeon General cut professor, D.J. Thigs!
 Hold it now, hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it!
 Hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it!
 Hold it now, hit it!
 Yo Leroy!
 
 Hold it now, hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it!
 Yo Leroy!
 Aw yeah, yo yo, yeah
 Why don't you do 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
 Sippin' pints of ale out the window sill
 When I get my fill, I'm chilly chill
 And now I just got home because I'm out on bail
 What's the time? It's time to buy ale!
 Peter eater parkin' meter all of the time
 If I run out of ale, it's Thunderbird wine
 Miller drinkin', chicken eatin', dress so fly
 I got friends in high places that are keepin' me high
 Get down with Mike D and it ain't no hassle
 I got the ladies of the '80s from here to White Castle
 Hold it now, hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it!
 Yo Leroy!
 It's my joint, it's my, hold it now
 It's my rhyme
 The now and T, 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 he 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 Ad Rock, and he's MCA
 Well I'm a-cruisin', I'm bruisin', I'm never ever losin'
 I'm in my car, I'm goin' far and dust is what I'm usin'
 Around the way is where I'm from
 And I'm from Manhattan and I'm not a bum
 Because you're pud-slappin', ball-flappin', got that juice
 My name's Mike D and I can do that Jerry Lewis
 Hold it now, hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it!
 Yo Leroy!
 Yo man, that was real def man
 Try that again, man I like that def stuff, boy!
 Hip hoppin', body rockin', doin' the do
 Beer drinkin', breath stinkin', sniffin' glue
 Belly fillin', always illin', bustin' caps
 My name's Mike D and I write my own snaps
 Now I'm a peep-show seekin' on the 40-deuce
 I'm a killer at large and I'm on the loose
 Pistol packin', monkey drinkin', no money bum
 I come from Brooklyn 'cause that's where I'm from
 Cheap skate, perpetratin', money hungry jerk
 Every day I drink O.E., and I don't go to work
 You drippy nose knucklehead, you're we behind the ears
 You like men and we like beers!
 Hold it now, hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it!
 Yo Leroy!
 Pass that joint on over
 Yo man, pass that over here man, all right
 King of the Ave with the def female
 You're rhymin' and stealin' with the freshest ale
 Coolin' at the crib watchin' my TV
 Ed Norton, Ted Knight and Mr. Ed
 Pump it up homeboy, just don't stop
 Chef Boyardee coolin' on the pot
 I take no slack 'cause I got the knack
 And I'm never dustin' out 'cause I torch that crack
 The King Ad Rock, that is my name
 Y'all's drinkin' Moet and we got the champagne
 A quarter droppin', goin' shoppin' buyin' wigs
 Surgeon General cut professor, D.J. Thigs!
 Hold it now, hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it!
 Hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it!
 Hold it now, hit it!
 Yo Leroy!
 
 Hold it now, hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it!
 Yo Leroy!
 Aw yeah, yo yo, yeah
 Why don't you do 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
 Sippin' pints of ale out the window sill
 When I get my fill, I'm chilly chill
 And now I just got home because I'm out on bail
 What's the time? It's time to buy ale!
 Peter eater parkin' meter all of the time
 If I run out of ale, it's Thunderbird wine
 Miller drinkin', chicken eatin', dress so fly
 I got friends in high places that are keepin' me high
 Get down with Mike D and it ain't no hassle
 I got the ladies of the '80s from here to White Castle
 Hold it now, hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it!
 Yo Leroy!
 It's my joint, it's my, hold it now
 It's my rhyme
 The now and T, 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 he 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 Ad Rock, and he's MCA
 Well I'm a-cruisin', I'm bruisin', I'm never ever losin'
 I'm in my car, I'm goin' far and dust is what I'm usin'
 Around the way is where I'm from
 And I'm from Manhattan and I'm not a bum
 Because you're pud-slappin', ball-flappin', got that juice
 My name's Mike D and I can do that Jerry Lewis
 Hold it now, hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it!
 Yo Leroy!
 Yo man, that was real def man
 Try that again, man I like that def stuff, boy!
 Hip hoppin', body rockin', doin' the do
 Beer drinkin', breath stinkin', sniffin' glue
 Belly fillin', always illin', bustin' caps
 My name's Mike D and I write my own snaps
 Now I'm a peep-show seekin' on the 40-deuce
 I'm a killer at large and I'm on the loose
 Pistol packin', monkey drinkin', no money bum
 I come from Brooklyn 'cause that's where I'm from
 Cheap skate, perpetratin', money hungry jerk
 Every day I drink O.E., and I don't go to work
 You drippy nose knucklehead, you're we behind the ears
 You like men and we like beers!
 Hold it now, hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it!
 Yo Leroy!
 Pass that joint on over
 Yo man, pass that over here man, all right
 King of the Ave with the def female
 You're rhymin' and stealin' with the freshest ale
 Coolin' at the crib watchin' my TV
 Ed Norton, Ted Knight and Mr. Ed
 Pump it up homeboy, just don't stop
 Chef Boyardee coolin' on the pot
 I take no slack 'cause I got the knack
 And I'm never dustin' out 'cause I torch that crack
 The King Ad Rock, that is my name
 Y'all's drinkin' Moet and we got the champagne
 A quarter droppin', goin' shoppin' buyin' wigs
 Surgeon General cut professor, D.J. Thigs!
 Hold it now, hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it!
 Hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it!
 Hold it now, hit it!
 Yo Leroy!