Now here's a little story I got to tell about
three bad brothers you know so well
It started way back in history with that
Rob
C .A. and me
Been had a little horsey named
Paul
Revere
Just me and my horsey and
a quart of beer
Ridin' cross the land,
kickin' up sand
Sharin' splotches on my tail
cause I'm in demand
One lonely beast,
D .I .P.
All by myself without nobody
The sun is beatin' down
on my baseball hat
The air is gettin' hot, the beer is gettin'
flat
Lookin' 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
Ford is on the run and that
he's dying of thirst
The brew is in my hand,
and he was on my tip
His voice was hoarse, his throat was dry,
he asked me for a sip
He's sick and I get some,
I said you can't get none
Had a chance to run,
pulled out a shotgun
Quick on the draw, I thought I'd 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,
it's time to get ill
Now what do we have here,
and our oil and his beer
I run this lane, you understand,
I made myself clear
We stepped into the windy,
had a gun and had a grin
You think this story's over,
but it's ready to begin
Now, I got the gun, you got the brew
You got two choices of what you can do
It's not a tough decision as you can see
I can blow you away, you can ride with me
I said I'll ride with you if you can
get me to the border
The sheriff's after me for
what I did to his daughter
I did it like this, I did it like that
I did it with a wiffle ball bat
So, I'm on the run
The cop got my gun
And right about now it's
time to have some fun
The king had rock, that is my name
And I know the fly spot where
they got the champagne
We rode for six hours then we hit the spot
The beat was a bumpin'
and the girlies was hot
This dude was staring like
he knows who we are
We took the empty spot
next to him at the bar
MCA said,
Yo, you know this kid?
I said, I didn't, but I know he did
The kid said,
Get ready, cause this ain't funny
My name's
Mike
D and I'm about to get money
Pulled out the jammy, aimed it at the sky
He yelled,
Take him out!
And let's do fly
Hands went up and people hit the floor
He wasted two kids that ran for the door
I'm
Mike
D and I get respect
Your cash and your jewelry
is what I expect
MCA was with it, and he is my ace
So I grabbed a piano player and
I punched him in the face
Piano player's out, the music stopped
His boy had beef, and he got dropped
Mikey grabbed the money,
MCA slaps the gold
I grabbed two girlies and a beer that's cold
I'll see you in the next video, bye bye.