| All you trekkies and tv addicts
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| Don’t mean to diss
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| Don’t mean to bring static
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| All you klingons in the fucking house
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| Grab your backstreet friend and get loud
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| Blowin' doors off hinges
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| I’ll grab you with the pinchers
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| And no i didn’t retire
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| I’ll snatch you up
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| With the needle nose pliers
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| Like mutual of omaha
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| Got the ill boat
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| You’ve never seen before
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| Gliding in the glades
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| And like lorne greene
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| You know i get paid
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| Like caprese and with the basil
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| Not goofy like darren or hazel
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| I’m a mother fucking nick at night with
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| Classics rerunning that you know all right
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| Now remain calm no alarm
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| Cause my farm ain’t fat
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| So what’s up with that
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| I’ve got friends and family that i respect
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| When i think i’m too good
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| They put me in check
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| So believe when i say i’m no better than you
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| Except when i rap
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| So i guess it ain’t true
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| Like that y’all and you just don’t stop
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| Guaranteed to make your body rock
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| Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
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| What-wha-what-what-what's it all about
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| Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out
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| Let’s turn this motherfuckin' party out
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| Said, «doc what’s the condition
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| I’m a man that’s on a mission»
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| Said, «son, you’d better listen
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| Stuck in your ass
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| Is an electrician»
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| Like a scientist
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| Mmmm when i’m applying this
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| Method of controlling my mind
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| Like einstein and the rappin' duke combined
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| Hey baby bubba now what the deal
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| I didn’t know you go for that mass appeal
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| Some call it salugi
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| Some hot potato
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| I stole your mic and you won’t see it later
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| Cause i work magic like a magician
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| I add up like a mathematician
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| I’m a bank cashier
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| Engineer
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| I wear cotton but i don’t wear sheer
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| Shazam and abracadabra
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| In the whip i’m gonna cruise past ya
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| Yo money, don’t chump yourself
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| Put that shit back on the shelf
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| Light rays blazin'
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| You’re out of phase
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| And my crews amazin'
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| We’re working on the record yo
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| So stay patient
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| Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
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| What-wha-what-what-what's it all about
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| Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out
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| Let’s turn this motherfuckin' party out
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| Now, i go by the name of the king adrock
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| I don’t wear a cup nor a jock
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| I bring the shit that’s beyond bizarre
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| Like miss piggy
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| Who moi
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| I am the one with the clientele.
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| You say, «adrock, you rock so well»
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| I’ve got class like pink champale
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| Mca grab the mic before the mic goes stale
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| Don’t test me
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| They can’t arrest me
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| I’ll fake right cross-over and shoot lefty
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| You look upset, yo calm down
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| You look cable guy dunked off of your crown
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| I flow like smoke out a chimney
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| You never been me
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| You wanna rap but what you’re making ain’t hip hop b
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| Get your clothes right out the dryer
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| Put armor all up on your tire
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| Sport that fresh attire
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| Tonight we goin' out set the town on fire
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| Set the town ablaze
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| Gonna stun and amaze
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| Ready to throw a craze
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| Make your granny shake her head
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| And say, «those were the days»
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| Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
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| What-wha-what-what-what's it all about
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| Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out
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| Let’s turn this motherfuckin' party out |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ch-Check It Out (Main) (With Skit) , by - Beastie Boys. Song from the album To The 5 Boroughs, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп