Ch-check it out (edited) Lyrics
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Ch-check it out (edited) Lyricsby Beastie Boys Buy album CD: Other Songs B - Y All you trekkies and TV addicts Don't mean to diss Don't mean to bring static All you klingons in the grandma's house Grab your backstreet friend and get loud Blowin' doors off hinges I'll grab you with the pinchers 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 (WHOOHAAH!) Nick At Night with Classics rerunnin 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, turn this 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 (WHAT!) Is an electrician" Like a scientist Mmmm when i'm applyin this Method of controllin 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 (WHAT!) 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, turn this party out Now, i go by the name of the King Adrock I don't wear a cup nor a jock I bring the (WHAT!) 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 champale Mca grab the mic before the mic goes stale Don't test me They can't arrest me I'll fake right cross-over 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 makin ain't hip hop B Get your clothes right out the dryer Put armour all up on your tire Sport that fresshh... 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, turn this party out
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