Paul Revere

Now here's a little story I've got to tell
 About three bad brothers you know so well
 It started way back in history
 With Adrock, M.C.A., and me - Kevin.
 Been had a little horsy named Paul Revere
 Just me and my horsy and a quart of beer
 Riding across the land, kicking up sand
 Sheriff's posse on my tail cause I'm in demand
 One lonely Beastie I be
 All by myself without nobody
 The sun is beating down on my baseball hat
 The air is gettin' hot the beer is getting flat
 Lookin' for a girl I ran into a guy
 His name is M.C.A., I said, "Howdy" he said, "Hi"
 He told a little story that sounded well rehearsed
 Four days on the run and that he's dying of thirst
 The brew was in my hand and he was on my tip
 His voice was hoarse, his throat was dry he asked me for a sip
 He said, "Can I get some?"
 I said, "You can't get none!"
 Had a chance to run
 He pulled out his shotgun
 He was 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 M.C.A. I've 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 an outlaw and his beer
 I run this land, you understand I make myself clear."
 We stepped into the wind he had a gun, I 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 or 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 whiffleball bat
 So I'm on the run the cop's got my gun
 And right about now it's time to have some fun
 The King Adrock that is my name
 And I know the fly spot where they got the champagne."
 inhale, inhale, higher than the bassboys, on my fling on grind, we the bassboys, we we the bassboys,
 inhale, inhale, higher than the bassboys on my fling on grind, we the bassboys, we we the bassboys
 We rode for six hours then we hit the spot
 The beat was a bumping 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
 M.C.A. 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 Kevin. and I'm about to get money."
 Pulled out the jammy aimed it at the sky
 He yelled, "Stick 'em up!" and let two fly
 Hands went up and people hit the floor
 He wasted two kids that ran for the door
 "I'm Kevin. and I get respect
 Your cash and your jewelry is what I expect"
 M.C.A. was with it and he's my ace
 So I grabbed the piano player and I punched him in the face
 The piano player's out the music stopped
 His boy had beef and he got dropped
 Kevin. grabbed the money M.C.A. snatched the gold
 I grabbed two girlies and a beer that's cold.