Lyrics Beastie Boys

Beastie Boys

Transit Cop

Boys out pushin vin

Friday night intimacy

Going out the family boar

Another dead through this door, listen

Yo yo from the CIA, they're going

Yo yo what an artist said, they're going

Yo yo yo!

Yo yo yo!

Brad's off twisting a win

And I can't afford to pay the feds

And now I'm never late on Friday night

By a transit cop looking to fight, he said

Yo yo from the CIA, and I'm

Yo yo what an artist said, they're going

Yo yo yo!

Yo yo yo!

Don't hit fudging I'm

Fucking stupid roll up fight

Now I'd rather jump than pay

But they're gonna' book me anyway