Letra de Hey Fuck You - Beastie Boys
Letra de canci�n de Hey Fuck You de Beastie Boys lyrics
Which of you schnooks took my rhyme book?
Look give it back you�re wicky wack
With your ticky tack calls didn�t touch you at all
I didn�t touch your hand man you know its all ball
You sold a few records but don�t get slick
�Cause you used a corked bat to get those hits
You�ve been in the game, your career is long
But when you break it down you�ve only got 2 songs
MC�s are like clay pigeons and I�m shootn� skeet
I just yell pull and MMM drops the beat
You people call yourselves MC�s but you�re garbage men
Takin� out the trash when you pull out the pen
And if you don�t like then hey fuck you!
I read about you up on page 6
They was trashin� your ass it�s sad you�re getting dissed
Now talk about your face now don�t get pissed
But I suggest you see a dermatologist
I keep that hot sauce hot not mild and weak
It�s gonna burn your mouth until you wet your beak
I�ve got billions and billions of rhymes to flex
�Cause I�ve got more rhymes than Carl Sagan�s got turtlenecks
Your rhymes are fake like a Canal Street watch
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You�re hearing me and you�re like "oh my god its Sasquatch!"
I�m walkin� on water while you�re stepping in shit
So put your sewer boots on before your ass gets lit
And if you don�t like then hey fuck you!
So put a quarter in your ass cause you played yourself
Sucker MC�s it�s me they�re resenting
In the animal kingdom they call it presenting
With the dipsy doodle the kit and caboodle
The truth is brutal your grandma�s kugel
Kings County is my stomping ground
The Albee Square Mall, Brooklyn, Downtown
So don�t ask me to wine and dine ya
I�m from Brooklyn you�re from Regina
You�re like Foghorn Leghorn, Yosemite Sam
You�re just yellin� and wildin� wondering who I am
With those lies you�re telling you look like Toucan Sam
But my style�s impregnable like the Hoover Dam
And if you don�t like then hey fuck you!
Look give it back you�re wicky wack
With your ticky tack calls didn�t touch you at all
I didn�t touch your hand man you know its all ball
You sold a few records but don�t get slick
�Cause you used a corked bat to get those hits
You�ve been in the game, your career is long
But when you break it down you�ve only got 2 songs
MC�s are like clay pigeons and I�m shootn� skeet
I just yell pull and MMM drops the beat
You people call yourselves MC�s but you�re garbage men
Takin� out the trash when you pull out the pen
And if you don�t like then hey fuck you!
I read about you up on page 6
They was trashin� your ass it�s sad you�re getting dissed
Now talk about your face now don�t get pissed
But I suggest you see a dermatologist
I keep that hot sauce hot not mild and weak
It�s gonna burn your mouth until you wet your beak
I�ve got billions and billions of rhymes to flex
�Cause I�ve got more rhymes than Carl Sagan�s got turtlenecks
Your rhymes are fake like a Canal Street watch
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/hey-f----you-beastie-boys.php
You�re hearing me and you�re like "oh my god its Sasquatch!"
I�m walkin� on water while you�re stepping in shit
So put your sewer boots on before your ass gets lit
And if you don�t like then hey fuck you!
So put a quarter in your ass cause you played yourself
Sucker MC�s it�s me they�re resenting
In the animal kingdom they call it presenting
With the dipsy doodle the kit and caboodle
The truth is brutal your grandma�s kugel
Kings County is my stomping ground
The Albee Square Mall, Brooklyn, Downtown
So don�t ask me to wine and dine ya
I�m from Brooklyn you�re from Regina
You�re like Foghorn Leghorn, Yosemite Sam
You�re just yellin� and wildin� wondering who I am
With those lies you�re telling you look like Toucan Sam
But my style�s impregnable like the Hoover Dam
And if you don�t like then hey fuck you!
