The White House Lyrics
Dean Santos
I found these a while ago online but lost the URL, I thought there may
be some of you who would find them interesting.
I do not own this disc nor did I transcribe the lyrics.
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The White House:
Lost Tracks
| | I'm Down (Fly ID Version) | I'm Down (Origional Ill Version) |
Ryhmin' And Stealin'
(Original Ill Version) | Fight For Your Right (Original Ill Version) |
No Sleep 'Til Brooklyn
(Original Ill Version) | The Scenario | Desperado | The
Argument | Bring It On |
Full Album Lyrics
I'm Down (Fly ID Version)
(Beastie Boys/?)
My girl likes franks, not pork and beans
I'm gonna wax that girl right out them jeans
I'm down, fully down
I'm down, agh yea I'm down
I'm down, I'm fully down
How can you laugh, when you know I'm down
How can you laugh, cause I'm fully down
Because I keep a loaded pistol inside my pants
Find a def girl and do the new dance
I'm down, fully down
I'm down, homeboy I'm down
I'm down, oh buddy I'm down
How can you laugh, because you know I'm down
How can you laugh, I'm fully D
She took me to the bathroom, and ran her lip
Because I smacked her in the face, I ain't on that tiff
I'm down, I'm fully down
I'm down, homebody I'm down
I'm down, homeboy I'm down
How can you laugh, because you know I'm down
How can you laugh, homeboy I'm D
Buddy
I'm down
I'm down
I'm down
I'm down
I'm down
I'm down
I'm down, I'm down...
I'm down, I'm down...
I'm down, homebody I'm down
I'm down, homeboy I'm down
I'm down, oh I'm down...
I'm down, homeboy I'm down
Agh yea...
I'm down, motherfucker I'm down
I'm down, on the Amber down
I'm down, and all Brooklyn I'm down
I'm down, Queen I'm rasta down
I'm down, let me hear ya Harlam
I'm down, and all Brooklyn I'm down
I'm down
I'm down, homebody I'm down
I'm down, homebody I'm down
I'm down, I'm funky down
I'm down, I'm goose down
I'm down, I'm rockin it, i'm rockin it
I'm down, I'm rockin it, yea buddy...
I'm down, I'm Guuchi down
I'm down, I'm feelin down
I'm down, homebody I'm down
I'm down, I'm cooma down
I'm down, I'm down, I'm down
I'm down, I'm fully down
I'm down, see Betty I'm down
I'm down, all Brooklyn is down
I'm down, agh yes I'm lima down
I'm down, I'm beastie down
I'm down, funky boss
I'm down, agh... I'm limey down
I'm down, all limey is down
I'm down, all Brooklyn is down
I'm down, homebody I'm down
I'm down, homebo...dy I'm down
I'm down, agh yea... buddy
I'm down, agh buddy I'm down
I'm down, agh buddy I'm down
I'm down
I'm fuckin down
Funky shit... I'm down
I'm down
I'm fully down...
I'm Down (Origional Ill Version)
(Beastie Boys/?)
My girl likes franks, not fuckin beans
I'm gonna wax that girl right out them jeans
I'm down, I'm fully down
I'm down, agh yea I'm down
I'm down, homeboy I'm down
How can you laugh, cause you know I'm down
How can you laugh, cause I'm fully D
Because I keep a loaded pistol inside my pants
Find a def girl and do the new dance
I'm down
I'm down, homeboy I'm down
I'm down, hey Brooklyn I'm down
How can you laugh, because you know I'm down
How can you laugh, I'm fully D
Yea
She took me to the bathroom, man ran her lip
Cause I smacked her in the face, I ain't on that tiff
I'm down, agh yea I'm down
I'm down, on the ??? down (<---- ?)
I'm down, oh buddy I'm down
How can you laugh, because you know I'm down
How can you laugh, homeboy I'm D
Buddy
Yeaaa....
I'm down, all Brooklyn I'm down
I'm down, on the ??? I'm down (<---- ?)
I'm down, ??? I'm down (<---- ?)
I'm down, ???
I'm down, ???
I'm down, ???
I'm down, I'm goose down
I'm down, and I'm Guuchi down
I'm down, ???
I'm down, ???
I'm down, ???
I'm down, ???
I'm down, ???
I'm down, on the Amber downs
I'm down, ???
I'm down, ???
I'm down, ???
I'm down, agh yea I'm down
I'm down, you know I'm down
I'm down, ???
I'm down, ???
I'm down, all Brooklyn down
I'm down, homeboy-eee
I'm down, homeboy-eee
I'm down, agh yea I'm down
I'm down, ???
I'm down, ???
I'm down, ???
Rhymin' And Stealin' (Original Ill
Version)
(Beastie Boys/Rick Rubin)
Because...
Mutiny on the bounty's what we're all about
I'm gonna board your ship and turn it on out
No soft sucker with a parrot on his shoulder
'Cause I'm bad gettin' bolder, from cold getting colder
Terrorizing suckers on the seven seas
And if you've got beef you'll get capped in the knees
We got sixteen men on a dead man's chest
And I shot those suckers and I'll shoot the rest
Most illingest b-boy I got that feeling
Cause I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Snatching gold chains vicking pieces of eight
I got your money and your honey and the fly name plate
We got wenches on the benches and the cities with titties
Housing all girlies from city to city
One for all and all for one
Taking out M.C.'s with a big shotgun
All for one and one for all
Because the Beastie Boys have gone A.W.O.L.
Friggin' in the riggin' man cuttin' your throat
Big biting suckers getting thrown in the moat
We got maidens and wenches man they're on the ace
Captain Bly is gonna die when we break his face
Most illingest b-boy I got that feeling
I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Torching and crakin' and rhymin' and stealin'
Robbin' and raping busting two in the ceiling
I'm wheeling' I'm dealin' I'm drinking, not thinking
Never cower, never shower and I'm always stinking
Yo ho ho and a pint of Brass Monkey
And when my girlie shakes her hips she sure gets funky
Skirt chasing, free basing killing every village
We drink and rob and rhyme and pillage
Most illingest b-boy I got that feeling
I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
I was...
I've been drinking my rum a Def son of a gun
I fought the law and I cold won
Black Beard's weak Moby Dick's on the tick
'Cause I pull out my jammy and squeeze off six
My pistol is loaded I shot Betty Crocker
Deliver Colonel Sanders down to Davey Jones' locker
Rhymin' and stealin' in a drunken state
And I'll be rockin' my rhymes all the way to Hell's gate
Most illingest b-boy I got that feeling
And I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Most illingest b-boy I got that feeling
I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Most illingest b-boy I got that feeling
Cause I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Most illingest b-boy I got that feeling
I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Most chillinest b-boy
I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Most killinest b-boy
Am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Most crackin'est b-boy
I smoke my crack and i'm rhymin' and stealin'
most dustin out b-boy
I'm tossin my dust
Most finkienst b-boy
I'm doing that finkin
Most rhyminest b-boy
I'm streaching my shade
Most shootinest b-boy
I think your shit
Most rhyminest b-boy
I'll steal your shit, homeboy
Most taxinest b-boy
I tax you, boy...
Most illinest illinest illinest b-boy
Waxin all ya'll squares Yea...
Fight For Your Right (Original Ill
Version)
(Beastie Boys/Rick Rubin)
Kick it
You wake up late for school man you don't wanna go
You ask you mom please but she still says no
You missed two classes and no homework
But your teacher preaches class like you're some kind of jerk
You gotta fight for your right to party
You pop's caught you smoking and he says, no way
That hypocrite smokes two packs a day
Man, living at home is such a drag
Now your mom threw away your best porno mag
You gotta fight for your right to party
Well a girl on a train who want's to get loose
Well, she likes it up front, but she prefers the caboose
Man, you take her to your house, but your mom's got static
Your mom kicks her out, so you f*** in the attic
Bust it You gotta fight for your right to party
You gotta fight
Don't step out of this house if that's the clothes you're gonna wear
I'll kick you out of my home if you don't cut that hair
Your mom busted in and said what's that noise
Aw, mom you're just jealous it's the Beastie Boys
You gotta fight for your right to party
You gotta fight for your right to party
Party... Party
No Sleep 'Til Brooklyn (Original Ill
Version)
(Beastie Boys/Rick Rubin)
No sleep 'til...
Brooklyn
Foot on the pedal never ever false metal
Engine running hotter than a boiling kettle
My job's ain't a job it's a damn good time
City to city I'm a running my rhymes
On location touring around the nation
Beastie Boys always on vacation
Itchy trigger finger but a stable turntable
I do what I do best because I'm illing and able
Ain't no faking your money I'm taking
Going coast to coast to watch all the girlies shaking
While you're at the job working nine to five
The Beastie Boys at the Garden cold kickin' it live
No sleep 'til
Another plane another train
Another bottle in the brain
Another girl another fight
Another drive all night
Our manager's crazy he always smokes dust
He's got his own room at the back of the bus
Tour around the world you rock around the clock
Plane to hotel girls on the jock
They thrashing hotels like it's going out of style
Getting paid along the way cause it's worth your while
Four on the floor Adrock's out the door
M.C.A.'s in the back because he's sleeping with a whore
We got a safe in the trunk with money in a stack
With dice in the front and Brooklyn's in the back
White boys got more rhymes...
No sleep 'til
No sleep 'til Brooklyn
No sleep 'til Brooklyn
Ain't seen the light since we started this band
M.C.A. get on the mic my man
Born and bred Brooklyn U.S.A.
They all me Adam Yauch but I'm M.C.A.
Like a lemon to a lime a lime to a lemon
I sip the def ale with all the fly women
Limos, arenas, TV shows
Autograph pictures and classy hos
Step off holmes get out of my way
Tax little girlies form here to L.A.
Waking up before I get to sleep
Cause I'll be rocking this party eight days a week
No sleep 'til
No sleep 'til Brooklyn
No sleep 'til Brooklyn
No sleep 'til Brooklyn, Brooklyn
No sleep 'til Brooklyn
Yea...
No sleep 'til Brooklyn, Brooklyn
No sleep 'til Brooklyn, Brooklyn
No sleep 'til Brooklyn, Brooklyn
No sleep 'til Brooklyn, Yea
No sleep 'til Brooklyn, Brooklyn
No sleep 'til Brooklyn, Brooklyn
No sleep 'til Brooklyn, Brooklyn
No sleep 'til Brooklyn, Brooklyn
No sleep 'til Brooklyn, Brooklyn
No sleep 'til Brooklyn, Brooklyn
The Scenario
(Beastie Boys/?)
Well, chillin on the corner, this one time,
coolin at the party and runnin that rhyme,
smokin that crack, saying them rhymes,
countin my bank just to pass the time.
Met a young girl, throwin that bass,
boyfreind beefed she was on my case,
took her to the place, threw the mattress in her face,
shot homeboy in his fuckin face.....
Well, chillin at the corner, this one time,
coolin at the party and runnin them lines,
smokin my crack, saying my rhymes,
countin my bank just to pass the time.
Met a young girl who threw some bass,
her boyfreind beefed, she was on my case,
took her to the place, threw the mattress in her face,
shot homeboy in his fuckin face.....
Well, chillin at the corner, just one time,
coolin at the party and runnin the rhyme,
smokin my crack and saying my rhymes,
countin my bank just to pass the time.
Met a young girl who threw some bass,
her boyfreind beefed she was on my case,
took her to the place, threw the mattress in her face,
shot homeboy in the fuckin face.....
Well... one...
One...
Well, chillin on the corner, just one time,
coolin at the party I'm runnin that rhyme,
smokin that crack, saying them rhymes,
countin my bank just to pass the time.
Met a young girl, throwin that bass,
boyfreind beefed she was on my case,
took her to the place, threw the mattress in her face,
shot homeboy in his motherfuckin face.....
Well, chillin at the corner this one time,
coolin at the party and runnin my rhyme,
smokin my crack, saying my rhymes,
countin my bank just to pass that time.
Met a young girl that threw some bass,
her boyfreind beefed, she was on my case,
took her to the place, threw the mattress in her face,
shot homeboy in that fuckin face.....
Well...
While chillin at the corner this one time,
coolin at the party and runnin the rhyme,
smokin my crack and saying my rhymes,
countin my bank just to pass the time.
Met a young girl who threw some bass,
her boyfreind beefed she was on my case,
took her to the place, threw the mattress in her face,
shot homeboy in that fuckin face.....
Desperado
(Beastie Boys/?)
The Argument
(Beastie Boys/?)
Compleatly Unknown
Fabled to have been recorded in or about 1989... outside of that... 100%
conjecture =(
Bring It On
(Beastie Boys/J. Davis)
Compleatly Unknown
Said to be done during the same sessions that created "Get It Together",
this joint project between the BBoys and Q-Tip has
yet to surface, but it is out there....
Peter Thomas a.k.a. Princess Petey the Prodigy Prick is a news group
Troll (If you doubt it disagree with his opinion and see what kind of
attitude he gives you). Forgive my postings as I give this news group
nazi a verbal thrashing.
Acato1
>I found these a while ago online but lost the URL, I thought there may
>be some of you who would find them interesting.
>
>I do not own this disc nor did I transcribe the lyrics.
Does anyone know where I can get this???
Thanks,
Angela
Mute
>>I found these a while ago online but lost the URL, I thought there may
>>be some of you who would find them interesting.
>>
>>I do not own this disc nor did I transcribe the lyrics.
>Does anyone know where I can get this???
It does not exist. You'll note that two of the tracks are said to be
rumour and conjecture...
The others are on bootlegs, though.