(Beastie Boys/Dust Bros.)
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Brothers out there with sisters, peep it
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Years and years you try to keep her a secret
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Said she's your cousin that came for a visit
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Your puttin' me on, is this true, now who is it
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Called your crib, got a clickin dial tone
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You said it was the maid that hung up the phone
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Caught her on the streets, so we took the risk
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Guess what, we found out she was your sis
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Now we're not Tom, Dick, Harry, or Roy
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Let us crack the freak, because we're your boys
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Tonight we're dropin by cause your parents left
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The Beastie Boy gonna' let you know
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Your sister's def
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Your sister's def
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She's so hook, is she, how can it be
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Don't lie, she's not in your family
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Cause if you didn't know, people spread the word
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Your a square sucker whipped, yes your a nerd
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To be down, there's one thing you'll discover
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Your sister must be a plash Beastie lover
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So don't get sick, she was our pick
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I hope her tongue is long, we like to be licked
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You'll see it's not hard, it's naughty nice
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You gotta pay us dues, and she's the price
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Don't start to think about the worlds discuss
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Your sisters gotta hang, and that's a must
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It's plain and simple, it ain't no thing
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She's real def, let us give her a ring
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So we conclude, this is your best move
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Welcome, the Beastie Boys approve
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Your sister's def
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This week we all will meet
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Right now the party season will reach its peek
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Juice all around town, we're on the guest lists
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We'll bring three tricks, you bring your sis
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Pay attention real close, we just begun
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Trick number one is to grab her buns
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We'll loose control, but we'll keep it clean
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She better not wear a dress, wear the blue jeans
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New or faded, we want 'em tight
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Take the pockets off so we can grip it right
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Stand in front, we wanna see what we like
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If the room's too dark, you bring a flashlight
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Two is do the do, for the whole crew
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A dead give away cause we're givin her clues
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She better be ready to play the wall
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Cause it's all for one, and one for all
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No matter who's first, lets start the show
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There are no rules, go for what you know
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We won't slack up, won't let her rest
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Our pride is on the line, to see who's best
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Now that you've heard thoughts quite absurd
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Convince your sis, put in a good word
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Your sister's def
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At last a neurotic feast
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We're slaying your sister like a horny beast
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So don't get mad, don't be upset
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It's now her time to be a Beastie pet
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As you can see most definitely
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Is trick number three, pure fantasy
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Now we're your friend, and your her brother
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But your sisters so def we might scheme on your mother
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We can't ignore now that we saw
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She's def so we wanna be your in-law
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We're havin fun, yo we ain't done
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The Beastie Boys has just begun
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Because your sister's def
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Your sister's def
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Took a walk around the crack of dawn
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I noticed her bedroom light was on
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Her shadow moved over as the lights went lower
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I crept to the window to see a little closer
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Said to myself, I got it made
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The window was open, so was the shade
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Came in real neat, she was in heat
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Your sister gave a class A peach-o treat
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Her clothes got thinner, I showed her my winner
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Beastie beef is now served for dinner
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Your sister's def
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Later on I came around the way
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But sis MCA said he got some play
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There had to be a reason for the news I learned
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Time to get on it cause it's Mike D.'s turn
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Nobody was home, I didn't see the car
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She took me downstairs and we crashed the bar
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We was chillin in the basement, drinkin' Red Wipple
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After a while my head between pink nipples
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Grabbin at your sis cause I can't resist
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I start to dive, pummel her rumble fish
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When I got through, next thing she knew
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On her thighs was a beastie tattoo
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Your sister's def
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That's it, AdRock is pissed
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If you leave me in the room with your sister, I'm takin her clit
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You can bet if she gets wet
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The King AdRock will make her sweat
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I throw her down, then take her underwear
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Then search 'em so I can eat the pubic hairs
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Even in her dream scene, she starts to scream
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It's the AdRock inches, and you know what I mean
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| We had her in the week, y |
