Hold It Now, Hit It

Lyrics for Hold It Now, Hit It

Hold it now, hit it Yo, Leroy! Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah Why don't you hook up 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 Now, I just got home because I'm out on bail What's the time? It's time to buy ale Peter eater, parking 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 drum, it's my, hold it now, it's my rhyme And now it's me, Adam Yauch, in the place to be All the girls are on me 'cause I'm down with Mike D I'm down with Mike D and it ain't no baloney For real, not phony, O-E and Rice-a-Roni I come out at night 'cause I sleep all day Well, I'm the King Ad-Rock and he's MCA Well, I'm 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 from And I'm from Manhattan and I'm not a bum Because you're pud-slapping, ball-flapping, got that juice My name's Mike D and I can do that Jerry Lewis Hold it now, hit it Yo, Leroy! Yo, 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 I'm a-peep-show seeking 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 from Cheap-skatin', perpetratin', money-hungry jerk Every day I drink OE and I don't go to work You drippy-nose knucklehead, you're wet behind the ears You like men and we like beers Hold it now, hit it Yo, Leroy! Bust that choco-lotto What, huh, 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 Kid coolin' at the crib watching my TV Ed Norton, Ted Knight and Mr. E-D Pump it up, homeboy, just don't stop Chef Boyardee, coolin' on the pot I take no slack, 'cause I got the knack I'm never dustin' out 'cause I tossed that crack The King Ad-Rock, that is my name Y'all drinking Moët and we got the champagne A quarter droppin', going shoppin', buyin' wigs Surgeon general, cut professor, DJ Thiggs Hold it now, hit it Hit it Hold it now, hit it Yo, Leroy!