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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 
Down with Mike D. and it ain't no hassle 
Got the ladies of the eighties from here to White Castle 
 
Hold it now - hit it! 
 
M.C. 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 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 
And I'm the King Adrock and he's M.C.A. 
Well I'm cruising, I'm bruising 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