Now here's a little story
I got to tell
About three bad brothers
You know so well
It started way back
In history
With Adrock
MCA and me Mike D
Been had a little horsey
Named Paul Revere
Just me and my horsey
And a quart of beer
Ridin' 'cross the land
Kickin' up sand
Sheriff's posse's
On my tail
'Cause I'm in demand
One lonely Beastie I be
All by myself
Without nobody
The sun is beatin' down
On my baseball hat
The air is gettin' hot
The beer is gettin' flat
Lookin' for a girl
I ran into a guy
His name is MCA
I said howdy he said hi
He told me a little story
That sounded
Well rehearsed
Four days on the run
And that he's
Dying of thirst
The brew was in my hand
And he was on my tip
His voice was hoarse
His throat was dry
He asked me for a sip
He said can I get some
I said you can't get none
I had a chance to run
He pulled out his shotgun
Quick on the draw
I thought I'd be dead
He put the gun
To my head
And this is what he said
Now my name is MCA
I got a license to kill
I think you know
What time it is
It's time to get ill
Now what do we have here
An outlaw and his beer
I run this land
You understand
I make myself clear
We stepped into the wind
He had a gun I had a grin
You think this story's over
Bm it's ready to begin
Now I got the gun
You got the brew
You got two choices
Of what you can do
It's not a tough decision
As you can see
I can blow you away
Or you can ride with me
I said I'll ride with you
If you can
Get me to the border
The sheriff's afer me
For what I did
To his daughter
I did it like this
I did it like that
I did it
With a whiffle ball bat
So I'm on the run
The cops got my gun
And right about now
It's time to have some fun
The King Adrock
That is my name
And I know the fly spot
Where they got
The champagne
We rode for six hours
Then we hit the spot
The beat was a-bumpin'
And the girlies was hot
This dude was starin'
Like he knows
Who we are
We took the empty spot
Next to him at the bar
MCA said yippy-yo you
Know this kid
I said I didn't
But I know he did
The kid said get ready
'Cause this ain't funny
My name's Mike D
And I'm about
To get money
Pulled Out the jammy
Aimed it at the sky
He yelled stick 'em up
And let two fly
Hands went up
And people hit the floor
He wasted two kids
That ran for the door
I'm Mike D
And I get respect
Your cash and your jewelry
Is what I expect
MCA was with it
And he's my ace
So I grabbed
The piano player
And I punched him
In the face
Piano player's out
The music stopped
His boy had beef
And he got dropped
Mike D
Grabbed the money
MCA snatched the gold
I grabbed two girlies
And a beer that's cold