Ch-Check It Out (Edited) (2005 Digital Remaster) - Beastie Boys
All you Trekkie's and TV addicts
Don't mean to diss don't mean to bring static
All you Klingon's in the f**kin' house
Grab your backstreet friend and get loud
Blowin' doors off hinges
I'll grab you with the pincher's
And no I didn't retire
I'll snatch you up with the needle nose pliers
Like Mutual of Omaha got the ill boat
You've never seen before glidin' in the glades
And like Lorne Greene you know I get paid
Like Caprese and with the basil
Not goofy like Darren or Hazel
I'm a motherf**kin' 'Nick At Nite' with
Classics re-running that you know all right
Now remain calm no alarm cause my farm ain't fat
So what's up with that
I've got friends and family that I respect
When I think I'm too good they put me in check
So believe when I say I'm no better than you
Except when I rap so I guess it ain't true
Like that y'all and you just don't stop
Guaranteed to make your body rock
Check ch-check check check ch-check it out
What wha-what what what's it all about
Work wa-work work work wa-work it out
Let's turn this motherf**kin' party out
Said “Doc what's the condition ”
I'm a man that's on a mission
Said “Son you'd better listen
Stuck in your ass is an electrician”
Like a scientist
Mmm when I'm 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 won't see it later
Cause I work magic like a magician
I add up like a mathematician
I'm a bank cashier engineer
I wear cotton but I don't wear sheer
Shazam and abracadabra
In the whip I'm gonna cruise past ya
Yo money don't chump yourself
Put that shit back on the shelf
Light rays blazin'
You're out of phase and my crews amazin'
We're working on the record yo
So stay patient
Check ch-check check check ch-check it out
What wha-what what what's it all about
Work wa-work work work wa-work it out
Let's turn this motherf**kin' party out
Now I go by the name of the King Adrock
I don't wear a cup nor a jock
I bring the shit that's beyond bizarre
Like Miss Piggy who moi
I am the one with the clientele
You say “Adrock you rock so well”
I've got class like pink champ ale
MCA grab the mic before the mic goes stale
Don't test me they can't arrest me
I'll fake right crossover and shoot lefty
You look upset yo calm down
You look cable guy dunked off of your crown
I flow like smoke out a chimney
You never been me you wanna rap
But what you're making ain't 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 what's it all about
Work wa-work work work wa-work it out
Let's turn this motherf**kin' party out
【Ch-Check It Out (With Skit) (Edited)】相关文章：
★ 你很好
★ 大大的拥抱
★ 围城
★ 算了吧
×