Lyrics Beastie Boys* by Don Toliver

Yeah
International
Don Toliver
The Playa Committee
Y'all know y’all done f**ked up, right?
You know you done f**ked up?
(That boy Slim)

Hell nah buddy, you ain't talking to me (Huh)
Hillcroft Donny, I got ties in the streets (Huh)
One of one playa put a check on a beat yeah, yeah (Yeah)
I hear you talking but that talking is cheap yeah, yeah
Beastie beast (Let's go), jug you for a P (Huh)
Baking soda clean (Huh), spilling all the lean
Hell nah buddy, you ain’t talking to me (Grr)
Hillcroft Donny, I got ties in the streets, yeah, yeah

Went and parked the coupe, I hopped up in the G
I'm with Marly G (Yеah), and we smokin' cheese
I got me a shawty, shе put ice on me (Ah, ah, ah)
When I'm at the party, all the lights on me (Let's go), yeah, yeah
Donny Prestige, Sonny on the beat
I got what you need, it's for thirty-three
When I'm at the party, all the lights on me (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got me a shawty, she put ice on me (Ah)
Hell nah buddy, you ain't talking to me
Hillcroft Donny, I got ties in the streets (Playa)
One of one playa put a check on a beat yeah, yeah (Yeah)
I hear you talking but that talking is cheap yeah, yeah
Beastie beast (Beast), jug you for a P (P)
Baking soda clean (Huh), spilling all the lean
Hell nah buddy, you ain’t talking to me (Yeah)
Hillcroft Donny, I got ties in the streets, yeah, yeah

Ice, water, teeth, shawty in my brief
Count on me, I done seen a hunnid G’s (Ooh wee)
I done seen a hunnid P's
I’m f**kin' that b*t*h, she suckin' the D (Yeah)
Turnin' around, she doin’ a split (Uh)
Been d**kin' her down, she know what it is
I'm whippin' the pot with the [?] wrist
F**kin' with me, you know it's a risk
I'm goin' to sleep, I sip the fifth
I pop pills, catch my drift
I'm kicked up [?] kill me a lick
Bopped up with a whole stick
Pulled up with the floor shift (Ha)
Got her way, she gorgeous, yeah
Hell nah buddy, you ain't talking to me (Let's go)
Hillcroft Donny, I got ties in the streets
One of one playa put a check on a beat yeah, yeah (Yeah)
I hear you talking but that talking is cheap yeah, yeah
Beastie beast (Beast), jug you for a P (P)
Baking soda clean, spilling all the lean
Hell nah buddy (Let's go), you ain't talking to me
Hillcroft Donny, I got ties in the streets, yeah, yeah

Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh
(Young GOAT)
Uh-huh, uh-huh
(Ha, it's Playa Familia)
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh
(Boss playa John Marley, signing out)
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh