Flute Loop Beastie Boys

[Intro]
I ain't goin' no place
Move? Me?!
Give it up, and you don't quit
Like that, y'all, pop some more shit

[Verse 1]
So, so, so, just sit back and max and relax
Off the tracks that I kick, come on and live it up
'Cause I get funky like diaper rash (Nah)
And you know I'm mad spunky, and I'm making cash
Well, I got sex rhymes like Victoria got secrets
To all you porno peepers who are trying to peep this
I'm like Al Goldstein, I'm all about screwing
Lead my team to sixty wins like my man Pat Ewing
Like getting shot out the barrel of a wave
Like virgin pow on the peaks of AK
Like a sound that goes to the depths of the soul
Well, that's the feeling that I make my goal

[Refrain]
Music to rock the nation
Music to rock the nation
Uh, uh, check it out
Uh, and leave it out