Beastie Boys - Dropping Names Lyrics

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

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