Artist: Beastie Boys Album: Paul's Botique Song: Car Thief Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash {*20 seconds of instrumental and scratching to open*} [Verse One] Some static started - in the pool hall Hit a motherfucker's face - with the cue ball Then I met this girl - she tried to gank me So I smacked her in the booty with a plank B Cause me and my crew are out breakin windows The bingo, the lotto, you know I'll never win those Possession is half the law I had my routines before all y'all Your whole life is comin apart at the seams You ain't nothin but a car thief bitin routines See I'm a city slicker - I, I ain't no townie Right now I wish I had another hash brownie And like Rickie always said you've got to toke and pass Or Mookie's gonna kick your motherfuckin ass Try to take what isn't yours like a God damn rat See, I personally, I wouldn't want to go out like that [Verse Two] I'm a writer - a poet - a genius - I know it I don't buy cheeba, I grow it (marijuana) People always trying to get next to me I had a beautiful experience on ecstasy I smoked up a bag of elephant tranquilizer Because I had to deal with a money hungry miser Had a 'caine filled Kool with my man Rush Rush Saw my teeth fall in the sink when I started to brush You be doin nose candy on the Bowie coke mirror My girl asked for some but I pretended not to hear her You can't deny me, you always want to try me Yo, you're just gonna get your ass kicked Homeboy, throw in the towel Your girl got dicked by Ricky Powell The Godfather of Soul in the belly of the beast Smokin that dust at St. Anthony's Feast [Verse Three] All the wifebeaters, and all the tax cheaters Sitting in the White House pullig their peters Buy my cheeba - from the cop down the street The only cop with a rrrope chain when he's walkin the beat So like a sneaky pouch time bomb tickin A-like the beat to my rhyme just kickin Space cake cookies, I discover who I am I'm a dusted old bummy Hurdy Gurdy Man Five-oh caught me now I'm going to the mountains Said good-bye to my girl, my lawyers and accountants My mind is kinda rhymin and I think I oughta think So I'm rockin all the rhymes, and I'll have another drink So the lights are flashin, my mind is spinning I feel like it is always the beginning - of another Ryme I'm rapping, emceeing I rock You ain't nothin but a car thief who must be stopped {*scratching and instrumental to end*}