| Song | Shake Your Rump |
| Artist | Beastie Boys |
| Album | Beastie Boys Anthology:The Sounds Of Science |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Beastie Boys ... | |
| Now I rock a house party at the drop of a hat | |
| And I beat a biter down with an aluminum bat | |
| A lot of people, they be jostlin' just to hear me rock the mic | |
| They'll be staring at the radio, staying up all night | |
| So like a pimp, | |
| I'm pimpin', | |
| I got a boat to eat shrimp in | |
| Nothing wrong with my leg just b-boy limpin' | |
| Got arrested at the | |
| Mardi Gras for jumping on a float | |
| My man, MC | |
| A's got a beard like a billy goat | |
| Oowah, oowah is the disco call | |
| MCA hu-huh, | |
| I'm gettin' rope y'all | |
| Routines and the rhymes that | |
| I writeAnd | |
| I'll be busting routines and rhymes all night | |
| Like eating burgers or chicken or you'll be picking your nose | |
| I'm on time, homies and that's how it goes | |
| You heard my style, | |
| I think you missed the point | |
| It's the joint | |
| Mike D with your bad self running things | |
| What's up with your bad breath onion rings? | |
| Well, I'm | |
| Mike D and | |
| I'm back from the dead | |
| Chillin' with pig pen down at | |
| Club MedMake another record 'cause the people they want more of this | |
| Suckers they be saying they can take out | |
| Adam Horovitz | |
| Hurricane you got clout, other | |
| DJ's, put take your head out | |
| A puppet on a string, | |
| I'm paid to sing or rhyme | |
| Or do my thing, | |
| I'm in a lava lamp | |
| Inside the brain hotel, | |
| I might be peakin' or freakin', but | |
| I rock well | |
| The patty duke, the wrench and then | |
| I bust the tango | |
| Got more rhymes than | |
| Jamaica got | |
| Mango Kangols | |
| I got the peg leg at the end of my stump | |
| Shake your rumpa | |
| A full flap | |
| Joe, a full flap | |
| JoeAnd when the miker's in my mind then turn it out | |
| JoeA full flap | |
| Never been dumped 'cause | |
| I'm the most mackinest | |
| Never been jumped 'cause | |
| I'm known the most packinest | |
| Yeah, we've got beef chief, we're knocking out teeth chief | |
| And if you don't believe us you should question your belief, | |
| KeithLike | |
| Sam the butcher bringing | |
| Alice the meat | |
| Like Fred | |
| Flintstone driving around with bald feet | |
| Should I have another sip? | |
| No skip it | |
| In the back of the ride and bust with the whippet | |
| Rope a dope dookies all around the neck | |
| Whoo ha, yo garcon the cheque | |
| Running from the law, the press and the parents | |
| Is your name | |
| Michael Diamond? | |
| No mine's | |
| ClarenceFrom downtown | |
| Manhattan the village | |
| My style is wild and you know that it still is | |
| Disco bag schlepping and you're doing the bump | |
| Shake your rumpa |
| zuo ci : Beastie Boys ... | |
| Now I rock a house party at the drop of a hat | |
| And I beat a biter down with an aluminum bat | |
| A lot of people, they be jostlin' just to hear me rock the mic | |
| They' ll be staring at the radio, staying up all night | |
| So like a pimp, | |
| I' m pimpin', | |
| I got a boat to eat shrimp in | |
| Nothing wrong with my leg just bboy limpin' | |
| Got arrested at the | |
| Mardi Gras for jumping on a float | |
| My man, MC | |
| A' s got a beard like a billy goat | |
| Oowah, oowah is the disco call | |
| MCA huhuh, | |
| I' m gettin' rope y' all | |
| Routines and the rhymes that | |
| I writeAnd | |
| I' ll be busting routines and rhymes all night | |
| Like eating burgers or chicken or you' ll be picking your nose | |
| I' m on time, homies and that' s how it goes | |
| You heard my style, | |
| I think you missed the point | |
| It' s the joint | |
| Mike D with your bad self running things | |
| What' s up with your bad breath onion rings? | |
| Well, I' m | |
| Mike D and | |
| I' m back from the dead | |
| Chillin' with pig pen down at | |
| Club MedMake another record ' cause the people they want more of this | |
| Suckers they be saying they can take out | |
| Adam Horovitz | |
| Hurricane you got clout, other | |
| DJ' s, put take your head out | |
| A puppet on a string, | |
| I' m paid to sing or rhyme | |
| Or do my thing, | |
| I' m in a lava lamp | |
| Inside the brain hotel, | |
| I might be peakin' or freakin', but | |
| I rock well | |
| The patty duke, the wrench and then | |
| I bust the tango | |
| Got more rhymes than | |
| Jamaica got | |
| Mango Kangols | |
| I got the peg leg at the end of my stump | |
| Shake your rumpa | |
| A full flap | |
| Joe, a full flap | |
| JoeAnd when the miker' s in my mind then turn it out | |
| JoeA full flap | |
| Never been dumped ' cause | |
| I' m the most mackinest | |
| Never been jumped ' cause | |
| I' m known the most packinest | |
| Yeah, we' ve got beef chief, we' re knocking out teeth chief | |
| And if you don' t believe us you should question your belief, | |
| KeithLike | |
| Sam the butcher bringing | |
| Alice the meat | |
| Like Fred | |
| Flintstone driving around with bald feet | |
| Should I have another sip? | |
| No skip it | |
| In the back of the ride and bust with the whippet | |
| Rope a dope dookies all around the neck | |
| Whoo ha, yo garcon the cheque | |
| Running from the law, the press and the parents | |
| Is your name | |
| Michael Diamond? | |
| No mine' s | |
| ClarenceFrom downtown | |
| Manhattan the village | |
| My style is wild and you know that it still is | |
| Disco bag schlepping and you' re doing the bump | |
| Shake your rumpa |
| zuò cí : Beastie Boys ... | |
| Now I rock a house party at the drop of a hat | |
| And I beat a biter down with an aluminum bat | |
| A lot of people, they be jostlin' just to hear me rock the mic | |
| They' ll be staring at the radio, staying up all night | |
| So like a pimp, | |
| I' m pimpin', | |
| I got a boat to eat shrimp in | |
| Nothing wrong with my leg just bboy limpin' | |
| Got arrested at the | |
| Mardi Gras for jumping on a float | |
| My man, MC | |
| A' s got a beard like a billy goat | |
| Oowah, oowah is the disco call | |
| MCA huhuh, | |
| I' m gettin' rope y' all | |
| Routines and the rhymes that | |
| I writeAnd | |
| I' ll be busting routines and rhymes all night | |
| Like eating burgers or chicken or you' ll be picking your nose | |
| I' m on time, homies and that' s how it goes | |
| You heard my style, | |
| I think you missed the point | |
| It' s the joint | |
| Mike D with your bad self running things | |
| What' s up with your bad breath onion rings? | |
| Well, I' m | |
| Mike D and | |
| I' m back from the dead | |
| Chillin' with pig pen down at | |
| Club MedMake another record ' cause the people they want more of this | |
| Suckers they be saying they can take out | |
| Adam Horovitz | |
| Hurricane you got clout, other | |
| DJ' s, put take your head out | |
| A puppet on a string, | |
| I' m paid to sing or rhyme | |
| Or do my thing, | |
| I' m in a lava lamp | |
| Inside the brain hotel, | |
| I might be peakin' or freakin', but | |
| I rock well | |
| The patty duke, the wrench and then | |
| I bust the tango | |
| Got more rhymes than | |
| Jamaica got | |
| Mango Kangols | |
| I got the peg leg at the end of my stump | |
| Shake your rumpa | |
| A full flap | |
| Joe, a full flap | |
| JoeAnd when the miker' s in my mind then turn it out | |
| JoeA full flap | |
| Never been dumped ' cause | |
| I' m the most mackinest | |
| Never been jumped ' cause | |
| I' m known the most packinest | |
| Yeah, we' ve got beef chief, we' re knocking out teeth chief | |
| And if you don' t believe us you should question your belief, | |
| KeithLike | |
| Sam the butcher bringing | |
| Alice the meat | |
| Like Fred | |
| Flintstone driving around with bald feet | |
| Should I have another sip? | |
| No skip it | |
| In the back of the ride and bust with the whippet | |
| Rope a dope dookies all around the neck | |
| Whoo ha, yo garcon the cheque | |
| Running from the law, the press and the parents | |
| Is your name | |
| Michael Diamond? | |
| No mine' s | |
| ClarenceFrom downtown | |
| Manhattan the village | |
| My style is wild and you know that it still is | |
| Disco bag schlepping and you' re doing the bump | |
| Shake your rumpa |