Paul Revere

Now heres a little story I got to tell
About three bad brothers you know so well
It started way back in history
With Ad Rock, MCA, and me, Mike DBeen had a little horsey named Paul Revere
Just me and my horsey and a quart of beer
Riding across the land, kicking up sand
Sheriffs posses on my tail cause Im in demandOne lonely Beastie I be
All by myself, without nobody
The sun is beatin down on my baseball hat
The air is gettin hot, the beer is gettin flatLookin for a girl, I ran into a guy
His name is MCA, I said, 'Howdy,' he said, 'Hi'He told a little story that sounded well rehearsed
Four days on the run and that hes dying of thirst
The brew was in my hand and he was on my tip
His voice was hoarse , his throat was dry, he asked me for a sipHe said, 'Can I get some?' I said, 'You cant get none'
And I had a chance to run, he pulled out his shotgun
Quick on the draw, I thought Id be dead
He put the gun to my head and this is what he said'Now my name is MCA, I got a license to kill
I think you know what time it is, its time to get ill
Now what do we have here? An outlaw and his beer?
I run this land, you understand? I made myself clear'We stepped into the wind, he had a gun, I had a grin
You think this storys over but its ready to beginNow I got the gun and you got the brew
You got two choices of what you can do
Its not a tough decision as you can see
I can blow you away or you can ride with meI said, 'Ill ridewith you if you can get me to the border'
The sheriffs after me for what I did to his daughter
I did it like this, I did it like that
I did it with a whiffle ball batSo Im on the run, the cop got my gun
And right about now, its time to have some fun
The King Ad Rock, that is my name
And I know the fly spot where they got the champagneWe 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
We took the empty spot next to him at the barMCA said, 'Yippee yo, you know this kid?'
I said, 'I didnt but I know he did'
The kid said, 'Get ready cause this aint funny
My names Mike D and Im about to get money'Pulled out the jammy, aimed 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 then ran for the doorIm Mike D and I get respect
Your cash and your jewelry is what I expectMCA was with it and hes my ace
So I grabbed the piano player and I punched him in the face
The piano players out, the music stopped
His boy had beef and he got droppedMike D grabbed the money, MCA snatched the gold
I grabbed two girlies and a beer thats cold