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    "The Vibes" Lyrics

    Beastie Boys

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    I kick out the jams and tell you who I am
    I said, I'll make you shake your ass like Les McCan
    And the you're out talking shit like Yosemite Sam
    You've got the elephant feet like Les McCan

    Up the crack of dawn I'm on my way
    We're talking two foot dump and there'll be no delay
    'Cause I'm gone, the shit's getting out of hand
    I'm changing my middle name to first Trem

    I'm walking on the rhythm like Philippe Petite
    I've got hole in my mouth where my teeth should be
    You ask whatever happened to the rappin' duke
    I heard the Captain's gonna sign him to Jive and that's the truth

    Taking care of my functions still smokin' up the shrubery
    I stopped eating chicken 'cause the shit was too rubbery
    Produce organic from my own yard
    Only the freshest herbs and growing's not too hard

    Dreaming on it, screaming on it, ready to get dumb
    Waking up my long joint, ready to get some
    Looking at my board and my old boots
    Seeing a waist deep champagne moment of truth

    And on the court I've got game like my brother Matt
    I give a shout out so where you at
    But don't get souped Mathew 'cause I'm a take ya
    Horatio Park right now and I'm a shake ya

    Give me the fresh count 'cause you know that I'm stressed out
    I need some inspiration so get the best out
    Like Rock Master Scott, I'm on the request line
    Writing the fresh rhyme, having the best time

    Good vibes flowing all around
    Not a worry in mind as the friends around
    A shout out to Linda riding pow forever
    Well, the Bird is the word and you're as light as a feather

    Well, I smoke a bag of rat weed 'cause I don't care
    And I'm waking old ladies out their underwear
    I like the boomin' grannies in big old panties
    I'm giving, it to grandma making her crazy

    I might be a white boy but I'm no goofy
    Got beats like Bobalou on "I Love Lucy"
    I'm not like the Skipper on "Fantasy Island"
    I'm more like Captain Shtupping when I go back whylin'

    The Cire Traverse out to Death shoot
    Or S.T.H. when they let me back at the Deuce
    'Cause I can't get enough of that funky stuff
    When the going gets rough ain't going out in the sluff

    Down with Bubble Gum and Ninth Creation
    Get down we've got the sound sensation
    Kid Fresh is back from the 80's
    And we're doing it for the ladies

    This song was submitted on September 21st, 2011 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Snap for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Adam Horovitz, Adam Nathaniel Yauch, Mark Ramos Nishita, Michael Louis Diamond.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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