Hold it now, hit it
Yo, Leroy!
Ahh, 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
Sipping 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 drinking, chicken eating, dress so fly
I got friends in high places that are keeping 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

And 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 losing
I´m in my car, I´m going far, and dust is what I´m using
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-hoppin´ and body rockin´, doin´ the do
Beer drinking, breath stinking, sniffing glue
Belly fillin´, always illin´, bustin´ caps
My name´s Mike D and I write my own snaps
I´m a peep-show seeking on the Forty-Deuce
I´m a killer at large and I´m on the loose
Pistol packing, Monkey drinking, no money bum
I come from Brooklyn ´cause that´s where I´m from
Cheap-skatin´, perpetrating, money-hungry jerk
Every day I drink O.E. and I don´t go to work
You drippy nose knucklehead, you´re wet behind the ears

You like men and we like 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 cooling at the crib watching my TV
Ed Norton - Ted Knight - and Mr. E-D
Pump it up homeboy, just don´t stop
Chef Boyardee, cooling on the pot
I take no slack, ´cause I got the knack
I´m never dusting out ´cause I tossed that crack
The King Ad-Rock — that is my name
Y´all drinking Moet and we got the champagne

A quarter droppin´, going shoppin´, buyin´ wigs
Surgeon general, cut professor, DJ Thigs

Hold it now, hit it
Hit it
Hold it now, hit it
Yo, Leroy!