Now here's a little story

I've got to tell
about three bad brothers you know so well
it started way back in history
with adrock, mca and me mike d
been had a little horsey named paul revere
just me and my horsey and a quart of beer
riding across the land kicking up sand
sheriffs posse on my tail cause im in demand
one lonley beastie i be
all by myself without nobody
the sun is beating down on my baseball hat
the air is gettin hot the beer is gettin flat
looking for a girl i ran into a guy
his name is mca i said howdy he said hi
he told me a little story that sounded well reheased
four days on the run and that hes dying of thirst
the brew was in my hand and he was on my tip
his voice was hoarse his throat was dry he asked me for a sip
he said can i get some
i said you cant get none
he pulled out his shotgun
he was quick on the draw i thought id be dead
he put the gun to my head and this is what he said
now my name is mca ive got a license to kill
i think you know what time it is its time to get ill
now what do we have here an outlaw and his beer
i run this land you understand i make myself clear
we stepped into the wind he had a gun i had a grin
you think this storys over but its ready to begin
now i got the gun ayou got the brew
you got two choices of what you can do
its not a tough decision as you can see
i can blow you away or you can ride with me
ill ride with you if you can get me to the border
the sheriffs after me for what i did to his daughter
i did it like this i did it like that
i did it with a whiffleball bat
so im on the run the cops got my gun
and right about now its time to have some fun
the king adrock that is my name
and i know the fly spot where they got the champagne
we rode for six hours then we hit the spot
the beat was bumping and the girlies was hot
this dude was staring like he knows who we are
we took the empty spot next to him at the bar
mca said yo you know this kid
i said i dont but i know he did
the kid said get ready cause this aint funny
my names mike d and im about to get money
pulled out the jammy aimed it at the sky
he yelled stick em up and let two fly
hands went up and people hit the floor
he wasted two kids that ran for the door
im mike d and i get respect
your cash and your jewery is what i expect
mca was with it and hes my ace
so i grabbed the piano player and i punched him in the face
the piano players out the music stopped
his boy had beef so he got dropped
mike d grabbed the money mca snatched the gold
i grabbed two girlies and a beer thats cold