Here's a little story I gots to tell
about three bad brothers you know so well.
It started way back in history with AdrockMCA and meMike D.
I been had a little horsey named Paul Revere.
Just me and my horsey and a quart of beer.
Ridin' cross the landkickin' up sand.
Sheriff Posse is on my tail cuz I'm in demand.
One lonely Beastie I be
all by myself without nobody.
The sun is beatin' down on my baseball hat.
The air is gettin' hotthe beer is gettin' flat.
Lookin' for a girlI ran into a guy.
His name is MCAI said "howdy"he said "hi."
He told a little story that sounded well rehearsed.
Four days on the run and that he's dying of thirst.
The brew was in my handand he was on my tip.
His voice was hoarsehis throat was dryhe asked me for a sip.
He said "Can I get some?"
I said "You can't get none."
I had a chance to run
but he pulled out his shotgun.
Quick on the drawI thought I'd be dead.
He put the gun to my head and this is what he said:
"My name is MCAI got a license to kill.
I think you know what time it isit's time to get ill.
So what do we have here?
And outlaw and his beer.
I run this landyou understandI've made myself clear."
We stepped into the windhe had a gunI had a grin.
As if this story's overbut it's ready to begin.
"I've got the gunyou've got the brew.
You've got two choices of what you can do.
It's not a tough descision as you can see.
I can blow you away or you can ride with me."
I said"I'll ride with you if you can get me to the border.
The Sheriff is after me for what I did to his daughter.
I did it like thisI did it like that.
I did it with the whiffle ball bat.
So I'm on the runthe cop's got my gun.
Right about now it's time to have some fun.
The King Adrockthat is my name
and I know the fly spot where they got the champagne."
We rode for six hours then we hit the spot.
The beat was-a-bumpin' and the girlies was hot.
This dude was starin' like he knows who we are
so we took the empty spot next to him at the bar.
MCA said "Yoyou know this kid?"
I said I didn't but I know he did.
The kid said"Get readycuz this ain't funny.
My name is Mike D and I'm about to get money."
He pulled out the jammeyaimed it at the sky.
He yelled"Stick 'em up!" And let two fly.
Hands went up and people hit the floor.
He wasted two kids that ran for the door.
"I'm Mike D and I get respect.
Your cash and your jewelery is what I expect."
MCA what with itand he's my ace
so I grabbed the piano player and I punched him in the face.
The piano player's outthe music stopped.
This boy had beefand he got dropped.
Mike D grabbed the moneyMCA snatched the gold.
I grabbed two girlies and a beer that's cold.
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