Hold It Now, Hit It Lyrics – Beastie Boys

(Hold it now, hit it)
Yo, Leroy
Ahh, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
Why don’t you hook up that def jam right about now?

Now I chill real ill when I start to chill
When I fill my pockets with a knot of dollar bills
Sippin’ pints of ale out the window sill
When I get my fill I’m chilly chill

Now, I just got home because I’m out on bail
What’s the time? It’s time to buy ale
Peter eater, parking meter all of the time
If I run out of ale, it’s Thunderbird wine

Miller drinkin’, chicken eatin’, dress so fly
I got friends in high places that are keepin’ me high
Get down with Mike D And it ain’t no hassle
I got the ladies of the eighties from here to White Castle

Hold it now, hit it
Yo, Leroy
It’s my drum, it’s my, hold it now, it’s my rhyme
Now it’s me, Adam Yauch, in the place to be

All the girls are on me ’cause I’m down with Mike D
I’m down with Mike D and it ain’t no baloney
For real, not phony, O.E. and Rice-a-Roni
I come out at night ’cause I sleep all day

Well, I’m the King Ad-Rock and he’s MCA
Well I’m cruisin’, I’m bruisin’, I’m never ever losin’
I’m in my car, I’m going far and dust is what I’m usin’
Around the way is where I’m from

And I’m from Manhattan and I’m not a bum
Because you’re pud-slapping, ball-flapping, got that juice
My name’s Mike D and I can do that Jerry Lewis
Hold it now hit it

Yo, Leroy
Yo, that was real def man, try that again, man
I like that def stuff, boy
Hip-hop, body rockin’, doing the do

Beer drinkin’, breath stinkin’, sniffin’ glue
Belly fillin’, always illin’, bustin’ caps
My name’s Mike D and I write my own snaps
I’m a peep-show seekin’ on the Forty-deuce

I’m a killer at large and I’m on the loose
Pistol packin’, Monkey drinkin’, no money bum
I come from Brooklyn ’cause that’s where I’m from
Cheap-skate, perpetrating, money hungry jerk

Everyday I drink O.E. and I don’t go to work
You drippy nose knuckle-head, you’re wet behind the ears
You like men, and we like beer (beer, beer, beer)
Hold it now, hit it

Yo, Leroy
Bust that choco-lotto
What? Huh? Yo, man, pass that over here, man, alright
King of the Ave. with the Def female

You’re rhymin’ and stealin’ with the freshest ale
Kid coolin’ at the crib watchin’ my TV
Ed Norton, Ted Knight, and Mr. Ed
Pump it up homeboy, just don’t stop

Chef Boyardee coolin’ on the pot
I take no slack ’cause I got the knack
And I’m never dusting out ’cause I torch that crack
The King Ad-Rock, that is my name

Y’all drinking Moët and we got the champagne
A quarter droppin’, going shopping buying wigs
Surgeon general, cut professor, DJ Thigs
Hold it now hit it

Hit it
Hold it now
Yo Leroy
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Beastie Boys Lyrics – Hold It Now, Hit It

Beastie Boys

Hold It Now, Hit It