Kick it

You wake up late for school, man you don't wanna go
You ask your mom please, but she still says no
You missed two classes, and no homework
But your teacher preaches class like you're some kind of jerk

You gotta fight for your right to party

Your pop caught you smoking, and he said no way
That hypocrite, smokes two packs a day
Man, living at home is such a drag
Now your mom threw away your best porno mag
(Bust it)

You gotta fight for your right to party
You gotta fight

Don't step out of this house if that's the clothes you're gonna wear
I'll kick you out of my home if you don't cut that hair
Your mom busted in and said, what's that noise
Ah, mom you're just jealous, it's the Beastie Boys

You gotta fight for your right to party
You gotta fight for your right to party
PARTY
PARTY

So What'cha Want

Well just plug me in just like I was Eddie Harris
You're eating crazy cheese like you'd think I'm from Paris
You know I get fly, you think I get high
You know that I'm gone and I'm a tell you all why

So tell me who are you dissing, maybe I'm missing
The reason that you're smiling or wilding, so listen
In my head I just want to take 'em down
Imagination set loose and I'm gonna shake 'em down

Let it flow like a mud slide
When I get on I like to ride and glide
I've got depth of perception in my text yall
I get props at my mention cause I vex yall

So what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want ('cha want)
Oh you're so funny with the money that you flaunt (ya flaunt)
I said where'd you get your information from hunh
You think that you can front when revelation comes

Yeah, you can't front on that

Well they call me Mike D the ever loving man
I'm like Spoonie Gee I'm the metropolitician
You scream and you holler about my Chevy Impala
But the sweat is getting wet around the ring around your collar

But like a dream I'm flowing without no stopping
Sweeter than a cherry pie with ready whip topping
Goin' from mic to mic, kickin' it wall to wall
Well I'll be calling out you people like a casting call

Well it's wack when you're jacked in the back of a ride
With your know with your flow when you're out getting by
Believe me what you see is shat you get
And you see me I'm coming off as you can bet

But I think I'm losing my mind this time
This time I'm losing my mind that's right
Said I think I'm losing my mind this time
This time, I'm losing my mind

Yeah, you can't front on that

But little do you know about something that I talk about
I'm tired of driving it's due time that I walk about
But in the meantime, I'm wise to the demise
I've got eyes in the back of my head so I realize

Well I'm Dr. Spock I'm here to rock yall
I want you off the wall, if you're playing the wall
I say what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want (what'cha want)
I say what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want (what'cha want)

Yall suckers write me checks and then they bounce
So I reach into my pocket for the fresh amount
See I'm the long leaner, Vincent the cleaner
I'm the illest motherfucker from here to Gardena

Well I'm as cool as a cucumber in a bowl of hot sauce
You've got the rhyme and reason but got no cause
But if you're hot to trot you think you're slicker than grease
I've got news for your crews you'll be sucking like a leach

Yeah, you can't front on that
So what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want (what'cha want)
So what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want (so what'cha want)
I say what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want (what'cha want)
I say what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want (so what'cha want)