- Ch-Check It Out (Main) (With Skit) - intro 歌詞 Beastie Boys
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- Beastie Boys
- All you trekkies and tv addicts
Dont mean to diss
Dont mean to bring static
All you klingons in da fuckin house
Grab your backstreet friend and get loud
Blowin doors off hinges
Ill grab you with the pinchers
And no i didnt retire
Ill snatch you up
With the needle nose pliers
Like mutual of omaha
Got the ill boat
Youve never seen before
Gliding in the glades
And like lorne greene
You know i get paid
Like caprese and with the basil
Not goofy like darren or hazel
Im a mother fucking nick at night with
Classics rerunning that you know all right
Now remain calm no alarm
Cause my farm aint fat
So whats up with that
Ive got friends and family that i respect
When i think im too good
They put me in check
So believe when i say im no better than you
Except when i rap
So i guess it aint true
Like that yall and you just dont stop
Guaranteed to make your body rock
Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
What-wha-what-what-whats it all about
Work -wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out
Lets turn this motherfuckin party out
Said, 'doc whats the condition
Im a man thats on a mission'
Said, ' son, youd better listen
Stuck in your ass
Is an electrician'
Like a scientist
Mmmm when im applying this
Method of controlling my mind
Like einstein and the rappin duke combined
Hey baby bubba now what the deal
I didn't know you go for that mass appeal
Some call it salugi
Some hot potato
I stole your mic and you wont see it later
Cause i work magic like a magician
I add up like a mathematician
Im a bank cashier
Engineer
I wear cotton but i dont wear sheer
Shazam and abracadabra
In the whip im gonna cruise past ya
Yo money, dont chump yourself
Put that shit back on the shelf
Light rays blazin
Youre out of phase
And my crews amazin
Were working on the record yo
So stay patient
Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
What-wha-what-what-whats it all about
Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out
Lets turn this motherfuckin party out
Now, i go by the name of the king adrock
I dont wear a cup nor a jock
I bring the shit thats beyond bizarre
Like miss piggy
Who moi
I am the one with the clientele.
You say, 'adrock, you rock so well'
Ive got class like pink champale
Mca grab the mic before the mic goes stale
Dont test me
They cant arrest me
Ill fake right cross-over and shoot lefty
You look upset, yo calm down
You look like cable guy dunked off of your crown
I flow like smoke out a chimney
You never been me
You wanna rap but what youre making aint hip hop b
Get your clothes right out the dryer
Put armor all up on your tire
Sport that fresh attire
Tonight we goin out set the town on fire
Set the town ablaze
Gonna stun and amaze
Ready to throw a craze
Make your granny shake her head
And say, 'those were the days'
Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
What-wha-what -what-whats it all about
Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out
Lets turn this motherfuckin party out
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