Shake Your Rump Lyrics

Now Randy listen I rock a house party at the drop of a hat

I beat a biter down with an aluminum bat

a lot of people they be Jonesin' just to hear me rock the mic

In the right car at the right price in mint condition

they'll be staring at the radio staying up all night

so like a pimp I'm pimpin'

I got a boat to eat shrimp in

Nothing wrong with my leg just B-boy limpin'

Got arrested at the Mardi Gras for jumping on a float

My man MCA's got a beard like a billy goat

oowah oowah is my disco call

MCA hu-huh I'm gettin' rope y'all

Routines I bust rhymes I write

And I'll be busting routines and rhymes all night

Like eating burgers or chicken or you'll be picking your nose

I'm on time and that's how it goes

You heard my style I think you missed the point

that's the joint

Mike D with your bad self running things

What's up with your bad breath onion rings

I'm Nike D and I'm back from the dead

Chillin' with Pig Pen down at Club Med

Make another record 'cause the people they want more of this

Suckers they be saying they can take out Adam Horovitz

Hurricane you got clout

Other DJ's he'll take your head out
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A puppet on a string I'm paid to sing or rhyme

Or do my thing I'm

In a lava lamp inside the brain hotel

I might be peakin' or freakin' I'm known to rock well

The Patty Duke the wrench and then I bust the tango

Got more rhymes than Jamaica got Mango Kangols

I got the peg leg at the end of my stump

Shake your rump

Never been dumped 'cause I'm the most mackinest

Never been jumped 'cause I'm known the most packinest

Yeah we've got beef chief

We're knocking out teeth chief

And if you don't believe us you should question your belief Keith

Like Sam the butcher bringing Alice the meat

Like Fred Flintstone driving around with bald feet

Should I have another sip no skip it

In the back of the ride and bust with the whippet

Rope a dope dookies all around the neck

*Whoo ha yo garcon the cheque*

Running from the law the press and the parents

*Is your name Michael Diamond?*

No mine's Clarence

From downtown Manhattan the village

My style is wild and you know that it still is

Disco bag schlepping and you're doing the bump

Shake your rump