Well, here's a little story I've got to tell about three bad brothers you know so well. Started way back, in history without Run, MCA, and me: MIKE D! ... this will tell who knows this good enough to continue it. You can start a new one if you finish this one. This is the way I know this, btw, it's not exact...
............. Been had a little horsy named Paul Revere Just me and my horsy and a quart of beer Riding across the land - kicking up sand Sheriff's posse on my tail cause I'm in demand One lonely Beastie I be All by myself - without nobody.. Now mine... Now I'm a breakin it down just to tell a little story Straight out the box from the gangsta category About a sucker, a sucker muthaFer He's addicted, he's a smoker but in Compton called a clucker
The sun is beating down on my baseball HAT, The air is getting hot, the beer is getting flat. I was looking for a girl, I ran into a guy, His name's MCA. I said Howdy and he said Hi. He told a little story that sounded well rehearsed Four days on the run and he's dying of thirst...
YYZ - Rush ding, da ding ding ding, da ding ding ding ding, da da ding, da ding ding ding, da ding ding ding ding da da....
Ugh. Ya'll freakers are jumping from one to the other... Force... take a breath and go beyond... on my command-NOW-hit the dance floor... it's gonna make you sweat 'till you bleed. Is that dope enough? Indeed.
My love, Theres only you in my life The only thing thats bright My first love, Youre every breath that I take Youre every step I make
