Boys Beastie The Vibes Lyrics

The Vibes Lyrics

I kick out the jams and tell you who I am  

 I said I'll make you shake your ass like Les MaCan  

 And the you're out talking shit like Yosemite Sam  

 You've got the elephant feet like Les McCan  

 Up the crack of dawn I'm on my way  

 We're talking two foot dump and there'll be no delay  

 'Cause I'm gone, the shit's getting out of hand  

 I'm changing my middle name to first Trem  

 I'm walking on the rhythm like Philippe Petite  

 I've got hole in my mouth where my teeth should be  

 You ask whatever happenened to the rappin' duke  

 I heard the Captain's gonna sign him to Jive and that's the truth  

 taking care of my functions still smokin, up the shrubery  

 I stopped eating chicken 'cause the shit was too rubbery  

 Produce organic from my own yard  

 Only the freshest herbs and growing's not too hard  

  

 Dreaming on it, screaming on it, ready to get dumb  

 Waking up my long joint, ready to get some  

 Looking at my board and my old boots  

 Seeing a waist deep champagne moment of truth  

 And on the court I've got game like my brother Matt  

 I give a shout out so where you at  

 But don't get souped Mathew 'cause I'm a take ya  

 Horatio Park right now and I'm a shake ya  

 Give me the fresh count 'cause you know that I'm stressed out  

 I need some inspiration so get the best out  

 Like Rock Master Scott, I'm on the request line  

 Writing the fresh rhyme, having the best time  

 Good vibes flowing all around  

 Not a worry in mind as the friends around  

 A shout out to Linda riding pow forever  

 Well the Bird is the word and you're as light as a feather  

  

 Well I smoke a bag of rat weed 'cause I don't care  

 and I'm waking old ladies out their underwear  

 I like the boomin' grannies in big old panties  

 I'm giving, it to grandma making her crazy  

 I might be a white boy but I'm no goofy  

 Got beats like Bobalou on "I Love Lucy"  

 I'm not like the Skipper on "Fantasy Island"  

 I'm more like Captain Shtupping when I go back whylin'  

 The Cire Traverse out to Death shoot  

 or S.T.H. when they let me back at the Deuce  

 'Cause I can't get enough of that funky stuff  

 When the going gets rough ain't going out in the sluff  

 Down with Bubble Gum and Ninth Creation  

 Get down we've got the sound sensation  

 Kid Fresh is back from the 80's  

 And we're doing it for the ladies  

  

 (Chorus