| Letras de Canciones > Beastie Boys > To The 5 Boroughs > Ch-check it out | | Letras de Canciones de Beastie Boys | | |
| Artista: Beastie Boys |
| Album: To The 5 Boroughs |
| Canción: Ch-check it out |
| | All you trekkies and tv addicts
Don´t mean to diss
Don´t mean to bring static
All you klingons in the fuckin´ 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
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
I´m a mother fucking nick at night with
Classics rerunning 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 motherfuckin´ 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
Mmmm 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 motherfuckin´ 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 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 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 motherfuckin´ party out |
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