Hold It Now. Hit It Songtext / Lyric

Hold it now, hit it!

Yo Leroy!

Aw yeah, yo yo, yeah

Why don't you do 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



And now I just got home because I'm out on bail

What's the time? It's time to buy ale!

Peter eater parkin' 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 joint it's my, hold it now

It's my rhyme



The now and T, Adam Yauch in the place to be

And all the girls are on me 'cause I'm down with Mike D

I'm down with Mike D, and he 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 a-cruisin', I'm bruisin', I'm never ever losin'

I'm in my car, I'm goin' 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-slappin', ball-flappin', got that juice

My name's Mike D and I can do that Jerry Lewis



Hold it now, hit it!

Yo Leroy!

Yo man, that was real def man

Try that again, man I like that def stuff, boy!



Hip hoppin', body rockin', doin' 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



Now 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, perpetratin', money hungry jerk

Every day I drink O.E. and I don't go to work

You drippy nose knucklehead, you're we behind the ears

You like men and we like beers!



Yo Leroy!

Pass that joint on over

Yo man, pass that over here man, all right



King of the Ave with the def female

You're rhymin' and stealin' with the freshest ale

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 dustin' out 'cause I torch that crack



The King Ad Rock, that is my name

Y'all's drinkin' Moet and we got the champagne

A quarter droppin', goin' shoppin' buyin' wigs

Surgeon General cut professor, D.J. Thigs!



Hold it now, hit it!

Hit it!

Hold it now, hit it!

Yo Leroy!