1. Ch-Check It Out歌詞

「Ch-Check It Out」の歌詞 Beastie Boys

2004/6/15 リリース
作詞
DIAMOND MICHAEL LOUIS ,KING ADROCK THE ,HOROVITZ ADAM KEEFE ,YAUCH ADAM NATHANIEL
作曲
DIAMOND MICHAEL LOUIS ,KING ADROCK THE ,HOROVITZ ADAM KEEFE ,YAUCH ADAM NATHANIEL
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All you trekkies and T V 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 mother fuckin' party out

I said,“Doc, what's the condition?
I'm a man that's on a mission"
He 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 mother fuckin' 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, God you rock so well"
I've got class like Pink Champale
M C A 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 mother fuckin' party out