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The Vibes – Beastie Boys

Beastie Boys

The Vibes lyrics

Language
English
Level
Intermediate
Released
1994
Genre
Pop
Length
3:07
  1. I kick out the jams and tell you who I am

  2. I said, I'll make you shake your ass like Les McCan

  3. And the you're out talking shit like Yosemite Sam

  4. You've got the elephant feet like Les McCan

  5. Up the crack of dawn I'm on my way

  6. We're talking two foot dump and there'll be no delay

  7. 'Cause I'm gone, the shit's getting out of hand

  8. I'm changing my middle name to first Trem

  9. I'm walking on the rhythm like Philippe Petite

  10. I've got hole in my mouth where my teeth should be

  11. You ask whatever happened to the rappin' duke

  12. I heard the Captain's gonna sign him to Jive and that's the truth

  13. Taking care of my functions still smokin' up the shrubery

  14. I stopped eating chicken 'cause the shit was too rubbery

  15. Produce organic from my own yard

  16. Only the freshest herbs and growing's not too hard

  17. Dreaming on it, screaming on it, ready to get dumb

  18. Waking up my long joint, ready to get some

  19. Looking at my board and my old boots

  20. Seeing a waist deep champagne moment of truth

  21. And on the court I've got game like my brother Matt

  22. I give a shout out so where you at

  23. But don't get souped Mathew 'cause I'm a take ya

  24. Horatio Park right now and I'm a shake ya

  25. Give me the fresh count 'cause you know that I'm stressed out

  26. I need some inspiration so get the best out

  27. Like Rock Master Scott, I'm on the request line

  28. Writing the fresh rhyme, having the best time

  29. Good vibes flowing all around

  30. Not a worry in mind as the friends around

  31. A shout out to Linda riding pow forever

  32. Well, the Bird is the word and you're as light as a feather

  33. Well, I smoke a bag of rat weed 'cause I don't care

  34. And I'm waking old ladies out their underwear

  35. I like the boomin' grannies in big old panties

  36. I'm giving, it to grandma making her crazy

  37. I might be a white boy but I'm no goofy

  38. Got beats like Bobalou on "I Love Lucy"

  39. I'm not like the Skipper on "Fantasy Island"

  40. I'm more like Captain Shtupping when I go back whylin'

  41. The Cire Traverse out to Death shoot

  42. Or S.T.H. when they let me back at the Deuce

  43. 'Cause I can't get enough of that funky stuff

  44. When the going gets rough ain't going out in the sluff

  45. Down with Bubble Gum and Ninth Creation

  46. Get down we've got the sound sensation

  47. Kid Fresh is back from the 80's

  48. And we're doing it for the ladies

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Key vocabulary

fresh
new; not oldA2
hole
space in somethingA2
can't
cannotB1
captain
leader of a shipB1
court
try to win favorB1
forever
for all timeB1
heard
listened toB1
shoot
send out sudden burstB1
stuff
materials; thingsB1
changing
becoming differentA1

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.”

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The Vibes

I kick out the jams and tell you who I am

I said, I'll make you shake your ass like Les McCan

And the you're out talking shit like Yosemite Sam

You've got the elephant feet like Les McCan

Up the crack of dawn I'm on my way

We're talking two foot dump and there'll be no delay

'Cause I'm gone, the shit's getting out of hand

I'm changing my middle name to first Trem

I'm walking on the rhythm like Philippe Petite

I've got hole in my mouth where my teeth should be

You ask whatever happened to the rappin' duke

I heard the Captain's gonna sign him to Jive and that's the truth

Taking care of my functions still smokin' up the shrubery

I stopped eating chicken 'cause the shit was too rubbery

Produce organic from my own yard

Only the freshest herbs and growing's not too hard

Dreaming on it, screaming on it, ready to get dumb

Waking up my long joint, ready to get some

Looking at my board and my old boots

Seeing a waist deep champagne moment of truth

And on the court I've got game like my brother Matt

I give a shout out so where you at

But don't get souped Mathew 'cause I'm a take ya

Horatio Park right now and I'm a shake ya

Give me the fresh count 'cause you know that I'm stressed out

I need some inspiration so get the best out

Like Rock Master Scott, I'm on the request line

Writing the fresh rhyme, having the best time

Good vibes flowing all around

Not a worry in mind as the friends around

A shout out to Linda riding pow forever

Well, the Bird is the word and you're as light as a feather

Well, I smoke a bag of rat weed 'cause I don't care

And I'm waking old ladies out their underwear

I like the boomin' grannies in big old panties

I'm giving, it to grandma making her crazy

I might be a white boy but I'm no goofy

Got beats like Bobalou on "I Love Lucy"

I'm not like the Skipper on "Fantasy Island"

I'm more like Captain Shtupping when I go back whylin'

The Cire Traverse out to Death shoot

Or S.T.H. when they let me back at the Deuce

'Cause I can't get enough of that funky stuff

When the going gets rough ain't going out in the sluff

Down with Bubble Gum and Ninth Creation

Get down we've got the sound sensation

Kid Fresh is back from the 80's

And we're doing it for the ladies