Beastie Boys Lyrics

Album: To The 5 Boroughs

3 The Hard Way Lyrics

Fresh dressed 'cause I shop at Models 

 Deep in Brooklyn I ride the elevated trains 

 Used to ride the D to beat the morning bell 

 At Edward R. Morrow out on Ave L 

 We be grillin' cheese and flippin' flapjacks 

 With the diamond stylus we cutting wax 

 We're the super elastic bubble plastic 

 Got ethereal material that's straight up classic 

 You try to vex reject but you should respect 

 Or we'll have JC send you out a FedEx * 1 

 So don't start to flex up in the discotheque 

 Or we'll make you extinct tyrannosaurus rex 

 

 We're gonna rock this motherfucker like three the hard way 

 

 Your rhyme technique, it is antique 

 To all my heads Qu'est-ce-que tu fabriques? 

 Que cosa fai? Come sta e? 

 Ho fato molte telefonate 

 Oops gotcha clutch like Plazza 

 Sneak between the sheets so hide like matzoh 

 Holler back challah bread... next 

 We are the crew who put the crew in Cruex 

 I can see that Def Jam doesn't recognize me 

 I'm Mike D the one who put the satin in your panties 

 Time to count MC's in this place to be 

 Not five, not four, not two, just three 

 

 We're gonna rock this motherfucker like three the hard way 

 

 Round-house kick the mic out your hand 

 Drunken mantis, my name brand 

 So if you're slick with the tricks and the slight of hand 

 I'm hip top the shit that you're trying to scam 

 Gnip Gnop I got shit to pop 

 I'm an exceptional professional that just don't stop 

 So pack up your bag and your mic and don't wait 

 E.T. phone home now get the fuck out my face 

 You know we shake'em bake'em then we take'em 

 Treat MCs like leaves go out and rake'em 

 If you sell our CDs on Canal before we make'em 

 Then we will have no alternative but to serve you 

 on a platter like Steak'Em 

 

 We're gonna rock this motherfucker like three the hard way