Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ch-Check It Out, artist - Beastie Boys. Date of issue: 31.12.2003
Song language: English
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 fucking 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 |