Beastie Boys
Professor Booty lyrics
- Language
- English
- Level
- Intermediate
- Released
- 1992
- Genre
- Pop
- Length
- 4:13
Yo, I don't hang out with those guys
Man, I ain't got nothin' to do with those dudes
Man, I saw your female with 'em too
What's up with her?
I've been hearin' that she been givin' that stuff out to all them graffiti guys
Yo, shut the fuck up, Chico, man
I could paint three of those murals for some of that ass
Professor, what's another word for pirate treasure?
Well, I think it's booty, booty, booty, that's what it is
Yes, I got more bounce than the fuckin' bump
And then you want to know why
Because I'm motherfuckin' truckin'
I'm in the pocket, just like Grady Tate
Got supplies of beats so you don't have to wait
'Cause I'm the master blaster, drinking up the shasta
My voice sounds sweet 'cause it has to
So light a match to my ass 'cause I'm blowin' up
I'd like to thank the people for just showin' up
But now I want y'all to move it
Put your point on the floor and just prove it
And I'm smurfin', not rehearsin', gettin' live, y'all
A little puffy so you know what I'm doin' right
'Cause that's the kind of frame of mind I'm in
I got this feelin' that is back again
So don't touch me, 'cause I'm electric
And if you touch me, you'll get shocked
You got, you got, you got, you got, you got
You've got the boomin' system, but it's sloshing out doo-doo
You think it's chocolate milk, but it's watered down Yoo-hoo
I've been through many times in which I thought I might lose it
The only thing that saved me has always been music
We've got our own studio, the son of the G
It's no question, life's been good to me
'Cause life ain't nothing but a good groove
A good mixtape to put you in the right mood
This one goes out to my man, the Groove Merchant
Coming through with beats for which I've been searching
Like two sealed copies of expansions
I'm like Tom Vu with yachts and mansions
The logo I sport is the face of the monkey
Union made Ben Davis quality, it's no junk, see
My chrome is shining just like an icicle
I ride around town on my low-rider bicycle
So many wack emcees, you get the TV bozack
Ain't even gonna call out your names, 'cause you're so wack
But one big oaf whose faker than plastic
A dictionary definition of the word spastic
You should have never started something that you couldn't finish
'Cause writin' rhymes to me is like Popeye to spinach
I'm bad ass, move your fat ass, 'cause you're wack, son
Dancin' around like you think you're Janet Jackson
Thought you could walk on me to get some ground to walk on
I'll put the rug out from under your ass as I talk on
I'll take you out like a sniper on a roof
Like an emcee at the fever in the DJ booth
With your headphones strapped, you're rockin' rewind-pause
Tryin' to figure out what you can do to go for yours
But like the pencil to the paper, I got more to come
One after another, you can all get some
So you better take your time and meditate on your rhyme
'Cause your shit'll be stinkin' when I go for mine
And that's right, y'all, don't get uptight, y'all
You can't say shit because you're biting what I write, y'all
And that's wrong, y'all, over the long haul
You can't cut the mustard when you're fronting it all
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Key vocabulary
- again
- one more timeA1
- always
- every time; continuouslyA1
- around
- in a circular areaA1
- back
- toward the rearA1
- bad
- not goodA1
- big
- large in sizeA1
- call
- telephone or shoutA1
- chocolate
- sweet food from cacaoA1
- coming
- arriving soonA1
- don't
- do notA1
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About this song
Beastie Boys were an American hip-hop group from New York, mixing rap with punk, funk, and jazz. They are known for albums like Licensed to Ill and Paul’s Boutique, which helped define late-1980s rap, along with the MTV hit “Sabotage.”