It’s The New Style

(Section 4 at 6:16) (Lyrics by M. Diamond, R. Rubin, A. Yauch and The King) There it is – kick it!!! Father to many – married to none And in case you're unaware I carry a gun Stepped into the party – the place was over packed Saw the kid that dissed my homey and shot him in the back I had to get a beeper 'cause my phone is tapped You better keep your mouth shut 'cause I'm fully strapped I got money in the bank – I can still get high That's why your girlfriend thinks that I'm so fly I've got money and juice – twin sisters in my bed Their father had envy so I shot him in the head If I played guitar I'd be Jimmy Page The girlie's I like are underage (Check it!) Girls with boyfriends are the kind I like I'll steal your honey like I stole your bike Your father – he's jealous 'cause I'm making that green I've got the girlie's numbers from the places I been