Hold It Now, Hit It

Song Hold It Now, Hit It
Artist Beastie Boys
Album Licensed To Ill

Lyrics

作词 : Beastie Boys, Rubin
Hold it now, hit it!
Yo Leroy!Aw yeah, yo yo, yeah
Why don't you do that def jam right about now?
Now I chill real ill when
I start to chill
When I fill my pockets with a knot of dollar bills
Sippin' pints of ale out the window sill
When I get my fill,
I'm chilly chill
And now I just got home because
I'm out on bail
What's the time?
It's time to buy ale!
Peter eater parkin' meter all of the time
If I run out of ale, it's
Thunderbird wine
Miller drinkin', chicken eatin', dress so fly
I got friends in high places that are keepin' me high
Get down with
Mike D and it ain't no hassle
I got the ladies of the eighties from here to
White Castle
Hold it now, hit it!
Yo Leroy!It's my joint it's my, hold it now
It's my rhyme
The now and
T, Adam Yauch in the place to be
And all the girls are on me 'cause
I'm down with
Mike DI'm down with
Mike D, and he ain't no baloney
For real, not phony
O.E. and Rice-a-
RoniI come out at night 'cause
I sleep all day
Well I'm the
King Ad Rock, and he's
MCAWell I'm a-cruisin',
I'm bruisin',
I'm never ever losin'
I'm in my car,
I'm goin' far and dust is what
I'm usin'Around the way is where
I'm fromAnd
I'm from Manhattan and
I'm not a bum
Because you're pud-slappin', ball-flappin', got that juice
My name's
Mike D and
I can do that
Jerry Lewis
Hold it now, hit it!
Yo Leroy!Yo man, that was real def man
Try that again, man
I like that def stuff, boy!
Hip hoppin', body rockin', doin' the do
Beer drinkin', breath stinkin', sniffin' glue
Belly fillin', always illin', bustin' caps
My name's
Mike D and
I write my own snaps
Now I'm a peep-show seekin' on the forty-deuce
I'm a killer at large and
I'm on the loose
Pistol packin', monkey drinkin', no money bum
I come from
Brooklyn 'cause that's where
I'm fromCheap skate, perpetratin', money hungry jerk
Every day
I drink O.
E. and I don't go to work
You drippy nose knucklehead, you're we behind the ears
You like men and we like beers!
Hold it now, hit it
Yo Leroy!Pass that joint on over
Yo man, pass that over here man, all right
King of the
Ave with the def female
You're rhymin' and stealin' with the freshest ale
Coolin' at the crib watchin' my
TVEd Norton,
Ted Knight and
Mr. EdPump it up homeboy, just don't stop
Chef Boyardee coolin' on the pot
I take no slack 'cause
I got the knack
And I'm never dustin' out 'cause
I torch that crack
The King Ad
Rock, that is my name
Y'all's drinkin'
Moet and we got the champagne
A quarter droppin', goin' shoppin' buyin' wigs
Surgeon General cut professor,
D.J. Thigs!
Hold it now, hit it!
Hit it!Hold it now, hit it!
Yo Leroy!

Pinyin

zuò cí : Beastie Boys, Rubin
Hold it now, hit it!
Yo Leroy! Aw yeah, yo yo, yeah
Why don' t you do that def jam right about now?
Now I chill real ill when
I start to chill
When I fill my pockets with a knot of dollar bills
Sippin' pints of ale out the window sill
When I get my fill,
I' m chilly chill
And now I just got home because
I' m out on bail
What' s the time?
It' s time to buy ale!
Peter eater parkin' meter all of the time
If I run out of ale, it' s
Thunderbird wine
Miller drinkin', chicken eatin', dress so fly
I got friends in high places that are keepin' me high
Get down with
Mike D and it ain' t no hassle
I got the ladies of the eighties from here to
White Castle
Hold it now, hit it!
Yo Leroy! It' s my joint it' s my, hold it now
It' s my rhyme
The now and
T, Adam Yauch in the place to be
And all the girls are on me ' cause
I' m down with
Mike DI' m down with
Mike D, and he ain' t no baloney
For real, not phony
O. E. and Ricea
RoniI come out at night ' cause
I sleep all day
Well I' m the
King Ad Rock, and he' s
MCAWell I' m acruisin',
I' m bruisin',
I' m never ever losin'
I' m in my car,
I' m goin' far and dust is what
I' m usin' Around the way is where
I' m fromAnd
I' m from Manhattan and
I' m not a bum
Because you' re pudslappin', ballflappin', got that juice
My name' s
Mike D and
I can do that
Jerry Lewis
Hold it now, hit it!
Yo Leroy! Yo man, that was real def man
Try that again, man
I like that def stuff, boy!
Hip hoppin', body rockin', doin' the do
Beer drinkin', breath stinkin', sniffin' glue
Belly fillin', always illin', bustin' caps
My name' s
Mike D and
I write my own snaps
Now I' m a peepshow seekin' on the fortydeuce
I' m a killer at large and
I' m on the loose
Pistol packin', monkey drinkin', no money bum
I come from
Brooklyn ' cause that' s where
I' m fromCheap skate, perpetratin', money hungry jerk
Every day
I drink O.
E. and I don' t go to work
You drippy nose knucklehead, you' re we behind the ears
You like men and we like beers!
Hold it now, hit it
Yo Leroy! Pass that joint on over
Yo man, pass that over here man, all right
King of the
Ave with the def female
You' re rhymin' and stealin' with the freshest ale
Coolin' at the crib watchin' my
TVEd Norton,
Ted Knight and
Mr. EdPump it up homeboy, just don' t stop
Chef Boyardee coolin' on the pot
I take no slack ' cause
I got the knack
And I' m never dustin' out ' cause
I torch that crack
The King Ad
Rock, that is my name
Y' all' s drinkin'
Moet and we got the champagne
A quarter droppin', goin' shoppin' buyin' wigs
Surgeon General cut professor,
D. J. Thigs!
Hold it now, hit it!
Hit it! Hold it now, hit it!
Yo Leroy!