BEASTIE BOYS - B-Boy Bouillabaisse: 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 slipping through his fingers and she's moving out to the coast

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

Well if your world was all black, and then your world was all white

Well then you wouldn't get much color out of life now right?

I'm nicknamed Shamrock - well my name is not Sheamus

Girlies on the tippy cause my homey is famous

My name is not O'Houlahee, nor is it Bryan

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

Suckers try to bite then they try to pursue it

Ya explain to a musician

Dem know it, but dem can't do it