Finger Lickin' Good

[Chorus: Mike D with MCA]

It's finger-lickin', finger-lickin' good, y'all

Finger-lickin', finger-lickin' good, y'all

It's finger-lickin', it's finger-lickin' good, y'all

It's finger-lickin', it's finger-lickin' good, y'all

[Post-Chorus]

Look at it, look at it, uh, uh

Look at it, look at it, uh, uh

Look at it, look at it, uh, uh

Look at it, look at it, uh, uh

[Verse 1: MCA & Mike D]

Well, Mike D, what's up?

Yo, Yauch, what's up?

Come on, Mike, let's tear it up

Hear no evil, see no evil, talkin' no bullshit

So many damn people are so damn full of it

Keyboard Money Mark, you know he ain't havin' it

Just give him some wood and he'll build you a cabinet

I'm convinced that Vince is rippin' me off

I think it's his girdle that's tippin' me off

Well, 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 hermitizin', but now I'm gettin' souped up

It's time to turn the page to a brand-new chapter

Settin' my sights and you know what I'm after

I'll be in the paper, the news with Ernie Anastos

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

[Chorus: Mike D with MCA]

Finger-lickin', finger-lickin' good, y'all

It's finger-lickin', it's finger-lickin' good, y'all

It's finger-lickin', it's finger-lickin' good, y'all

[Post-Chorus]

Look at it, look at it, uh, uh

Look at it, look at it, uh, uh

Look at it, look at it, uh, uh

Look at it, look at it, uh, uh

[Verse 2: Mike D, MCA, & Both]

Well, Mike D (Huh?), what you got for me?

Show these good people what it means to be D

Well, they call me Mike D with the madman style

I put the mic up to my lips and I can scream for a while

Created a sound at which many were shocked at

I've got a million ideas that I ain't even rocked yet

I got the light bulb flashing on 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

I got every type of flavor or style that will suit you

The bass is real fat because it's gotta be like that

See a snare on the funky tin, give me a taste of the hi-hat

[Chorus: Mike D with MCA]

Finger-lickin', finger-lickin' good, y'all

Finger-lickin', finger-lickin' good, y'all

It's finger-lickin', it's finger-lickin' good, y'all

Finger-lickin', lickin', lickin' good, y'all

[Verse 3: Mike D, MCA, & Both]

Yo, Yauch, what's up?

Mike D, what's up?

Come on, Yauch, let's tear it up

Well, I could catch a groove like a flash in the dark

I grab a hold of your attention like a thief in the park

'Cause I can flip a rhyme off the tip of my tongue

Yeah, I 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

Sportin' the crazy funky threads that you've never even seen before

What I'm lacking from macking I can find at the thrift store

I don't scuff nor scuffle, just grin as I walk by

Take the 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'm going back to New York City, I do believe I've had enough

[Outro: Mike D]

Whipped— whipped— whipped cream

Whipped— whipped— whipped cream

We gon' be out of here in a minute

So this one goes out to my man, Mario C

My brother Ad-Rock cuttin' it up on the turntable

Yeah, finger-lickin' good, y'all

DJ Hurricane's finger-lickin' good, y'all