Finger Lickin' Good (Gov. Cheese Remix) Lyrics

(Beastie Boys/Caldato/Fite/ Hill)

Yea... 
It's Finger Lickin', Finger Lickin' Good Ya'll 
A Finger Lickin' A Finger Lickin' Ya'll 
It's Finger Lickin', It's Finger Lickin' Good Ya'll 
It's Finger Lickin', It's Finger Lickin' Good Ya'll 

Well Mike D What's Up? A Yo Yauch What Up? 
Come On Mike Let's Tear It Up 
Hear No Evil See No Evil Talking No Bullshit 
So Many Damn People Are So Damn Full Of It 
Keyboard Money Mark You Know He's Not Having It 
Just Give Him Some Wood And He'll Build You A Cabinet
I'm Convinced That Vince Is Ripping Me Off 
I Think It's His Girlie That's Tipping Me Off 
Mike D's Out Back And He's Growing Onions 
I've Got Bigger Buns Than My Man Paul Bunyon's 
I've Been Going Nuts Gettin' All Cooped Up 
Fully Hermitizing But Now I'm Getting Souped Up 
It's Time To Turn The Page To A Brand New Chapter 
Setting My Sights And You Know What I'm After 
I'll Be In The Paper The News With Ernie Ernesto 
They'll Even Print My Recipe For Pasta With Pesto 
Now Here's Another Special Of The Day 
You See I've Got More Spice Than The Frugal Gourmet 

Finger Lickin' A Finger Lickin' Ya'll 
It's Finger Lickin', It's Finger Lickin' Good Ya'll 
It's Finger Lickin', It's Finger Lickin' Good Ya'll 

Well Mike D What Got For Me 
Show These Good People What It Means To Be D
Well They Call Me Mike D With The Mad Man Style 
I Put The Mic Up To My Lips And I Can Scream For A While 
Created A Sound At Which Many Were Shocked 
I've Got A Million Ideas That I Ain't Even Rocked 
I've Got The Light Bulb Flashing At The Top Of My Head 
Never Wake Up On The Wrong Side Of The Bed 
You're An Idea Man Not A Yes Man 
With A Point To Make You're Bound To Take A Stand 
'Cause I'm Pete The Puma Minnie The Moocher 
Got Every Type Of Flavor That Will Suit Ya 
You Know The Bass Is Real Fat Because It's Gotta Be Like That
A Snare On The Funky Tin And A Taste Of The High Hat 

Finger Lickin' A Finger Lickin' Ya'll 
A Finger Lickin' A Finger Lickin' Ya'll 
It's Finger Lickin', It's Finger Lickin' Good Ya'll 
A Finger Lickin', A Lickin' Lickin' Good Ya'll 

Yo Yauch What Up? Mike D What's Up? 
Come On Yauch, Let's Tear It Up 
I Could Catch A Groove Like A Flash In The Dark 
Grab A Hold Of Your Attention Like A Thief In The Park 
'Cause I Can Flip A Rhyme Off The Tip Of My Tongue 
Yea I'll Be Switching Up The Rhythm Like The Rhyme's A Piece Of Chewing Gum
Now I Might Chew But I Don't Bite 
My Ideas Are Mine When I Begin To Write 
In My Sleep I'll Be Thinking 'Bout Beats 
And Getting On The Mic And Busting Some Treats 
And Sporting The Crazy Funky Threads 
That You've Never Even Seen Before 
What I'm Lacking From The Macking I Can Find At The Thrift Store 
I Won't Scuff Nor Scuffle Just Grin As They Walk By 
Take Time To Rhyme For A Girl I Hear Talk Fly 
Down Some Papaya Down With The Revolution 
Always Wear My Goggles 'Cause There's So Much Pollution 
I Can Do The Freak, The Patty Duke And The Spank 
Gotta Free The Funky Fish From The Funky Fish Tanks 
I'll Sell My House, Sell My Car And I'll Sell All My Stuff 
I've Had Enough Of Suckers Who Like To Talk It Tough 
So Hurricane Is Coming And I Kick It Rough 
I'll Call Your Bluf When I Roll With My 10 Cocked 
Light A Splif With My Homie Called ADRock 
We Get Blind Like Stevie And Were Makin' Money 
Feel The Thunder As I'm Commin' At Ya From Way Under 
Now I'm Beneath So Don't You Ever Call Me Cheif 
I Make You Breach So Your Fuckin' Run And Loose Your Teeth 
I Gotta Give The Kick To Swift So Check This Shit Forget A Wiff 
That's All Yo Word To God 
And You Best Belive That Shit... 
Good Ya'll, DJ Hurricane's Finger Licking Good Ya'll 
Agh-ha Ha, Yea Right Ya'll 

It's Finger Lickin', It's Finger Lickin' Good Ya'll 
It's Finger Lickin', It's Finger Lickin' Good Ya'll 
It's Finger Lickin', It's Finger Lickin' Good Ya'll 
It's Finger Lickin', It's Finger Lickin' Good Ya'll 

A Money Mike, A Rockin' The House 
M.C.A., A Rockin' The House 
To My Man ADRock, A Rockin' The House 
To The Keyboard Money Mark, A Rockin' The House 
To The Mario C., A Rockin' The House 
To The Beastie Boys Go Turning It Out 
And You Don't Stop 
And You Don't Quit 
And Then I Grab The Microphone And I Pop Some Shit 
And You Don't Stop 
And You Don't Quit 
Keep It On Keep-A Keepin' It On...