Beastie Boys: 3 Mnute rule

Stay up all night go to sleep watching Dragnet I'm so rope they call me Mr. Roper Never sleep alone because Jimmy's the magnet On the mic I score just like the Yankees When the troubles arise I'm the cool coper Get over on Ms. Crabtree like my main man Spankee Excuse me young lady I don't mean to trouble ya But you're looking mighty fine inside your B.M.W. Before I got busy I schlepped on my mitten I got lucky I brought home a kitten Can't get better odds cause I'm a sure thing Proud Mary keeps on turning rolling like a Ring Ding Jump the turnstile never pay the tool Customs jail me over an herb seed Doo wa diddy bust with the pre-roll Not perfect grammar always perfect timing Don't rat on your boy over some rat weed The Mike stands for money and the D. is for diamonds Out of your back door and into another Roses are red the sky is blue Your boyfriend doesn't know about me and your mother I got my barrel at your neck so what the fuck you gonna do It's just two wheels and me the wind in my eyes The engine is the music and my nine's by my side Cause you know why a you see H. I'm takin' all M.C.'s out of the place Takin' life as it comes no fool am I I'm goin' off gettin' paid and I don't ask why Playin' beats on my box makin' music for the many A lot of parents like to think I'm a villain Know alota funky girls who like to do their thing I'm just chillin' like Bob Dylan I might be a little dusted but I'm not insane People come up to me and they try to talk shit man I smoke cheeba it helps me with my brain I've been making records since you were sucking on your mother's limp dick Girl you're walking tall now with your fancy clothes You got fancy things going up your nose You get fancy gifts from expensive men You're a dog on a leash like a pig in a pen Mothership connection getting girl's affection You got your 8 by 10 your agent your Harley If your life needs correction don't follow my direction Cause I'm running things like some Mack motherfucker You slip you slack you clock me you lack You be driving around Hollywood yes sorry charlie Your only claim to fame is you're a false fake sucker Poetry in motion coconut lotion While I'm reading on the road by my man Jack Kerouac My veins are like vines Filled with red wine I had to diss the girl because she got too emotional I want to know what goes on in your little girl world Are you experienced little girl Give time for your mind it's hard to forget me I'll take your pride for a ride if you let me So peace out now, and keep peacing out And I'm out Full throttle to the bottle and full full clout