BEASTIE BOYS - Dropping Names lyrics

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He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost

He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost

She's slippin through his fingers as she's movin' out to the coast

He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost

If your world was all black and if your world was all white

Then you wouldn't get much color out of life now right

Nicknamed shamrock my name is not shamus

Girlies on the tippy cause my homie is famous

My name is not o'houigheighi nor is it brian

If I said that I was weak you know I'd be lyin'

Suckers try to bite they try to pursue it

If you explain to a musician he'll tell that he knows it but he just can't do it