Like a lemon to a lime, a lime to a lemon
On location, touring around the nation,
If I played guitar I'd be Jimmy Page
Four and three and two and one
Went to the prom, wore the fly blue rental
Some voices got treble, some voices got bass
D. pulled me over, said hide your gold,
I got rhythms. I got rhymes.
I'm a Def Manhattan killer, a rhyme driller,
Slow riding, gun hidin' on the go
I got the girlies with the Def behinds
I sip the def ale with all the fly women
Beastie Boys always on vacation
I'm fly like an eagle and I drink Old Crow
We got the kind of voices that are in your face
And when I'm on the mic, the suckers run
The girl is crafty like ice is cold
The girlies I like are underage
Got six girlies in my Lincoln Continental
A mic in my hand and a mouth full of Miller
