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Hold it now, 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 eighties from here to White Castle 
 
Hold it now, 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! 
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 forty-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 
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! 
Hold it now, hit it! 
Yo Leroy!