Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The New Style, artist - Beastie Boys. Album song Licensed To Ill, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.1985
Record label: DEF JAM
Song language: English
The New Style |
| And on the cool check-in |
| Center-stage on the mic |
| And we puttin' it on wax; |
| It’s the new style |
| Four and three and two and one (What up?) |
| And when I’m on the mic—the suckers run (Word!) |
| Down with Ad-Rock and Mike D, and you ain’t |
| And I got more juice than Picasso got paint |
| Got rhymes that are rough and rhymes that are slick |
| I’m not surprised you’re on my dick (Mike D!) |
| What up, Mike D? |
| Aw—yeah—that's me |
| I got franks and pork and beans |
| Always bust the new routines |
| I get it, I got it—I know it’s good |
| The rhymes I write—you wish you would |
| I’m never in training, my voice is not straining |
| People always biting, and I’m sick of complaining |
| So I went into the locker room, during classes |
| Went into your locker and I smashed your glasses |
| You’re from Secaucus—I'm from Manhattan |
| You’re jealous of me because your girlfriend is cattin' |
| («There it is») |
| Kick it! |
| Father to many—married to none |
| And in case you’re unaware; |
| I carry a gun (Word) |
| Stepped into the party—the place was over-packed |
| Saw the kid that dissed my homeboy, shot him in the back |
| Man, I had to get a beeper 'cause my phone is tapped |
| You better keep your mouth shut 'cause I’m fully strapped |
| I got money in the bank—I can still get high |
| That’s why your girlfriend thinks that I’m so fly |
| I’ve got money and juice—twin sisters in my bed |
| Their father had envy so I shot him in the head |
| If I played guitar, I’d be Jimmy Page |
| The girlies I like are underage (Shh! Check it) |
| Girls with boyfriends are the kinds I like |
| I’ll steal your honey like I stole your bike |
| My father—he's jealous 'cause I’m making that green (What up?) |
| I’ve got a list of girlies' numbers from the places I’ve been |
| («There it is») |
| Kick it! |
| You wanna know why? |
| Because I’m— |
| October 31st, that is my date of birth |
| I got to the party, you know what I did? |
| The Smurf! |
| Taxin' all the females, from coast to coast |
| And when I get my fill, I’m chilly most |
| We ragtag girlies back at the hotel |
| And then we all switch places when I ring the bell |
| I chill at White Castle 'cause it’s the best |
| But I’m fly at Fatburger when—when he’s—I'm way out west (Check it) |
| All the fine ladies, they’re on my jammy |
| Went to the prom—wore the fly, blue rental |
| Got six girlies in my Lincoln Continental |
| I met a girl at the party and she started to flirt |
| I told her some rhymes and she pulled up her skirt (Check it) |
| Spent some bank, got a high powered jumbo |
| Rolled up a wooly—what'd he do?—and I watched Columbo |
| Let me clear my throat |
| Kick it over here, baby pop |
| And let all the fly skimmies feel the beat— |
| Mmm—drop |
| Coolin' on the corner on a hot summer’s day |
| Just me, my posse, and—MCA |
| A lot of beer, a lot of girls, and a lot of cursin' |
| .22 automatic on my person |
| Got my hand in my pocket and my finger’s on the trigger |
| My posse’s gettin' big—and my posse’s gettin' bigger |
| Some voices got treble—some voices got bass |
| We got the kind of voices that are in your face! |
| Like the bun to the burger—and like the burger to the bun |
| Like the cherry—to the apple—to the peach—to the plum |
| I’m the King of the Ave.—and I’m the king of the block |
| Well, I’m MCA—and I’m the King Ad-Rock |
| Well, I’m Mike D—I got all the fly juice |
| On the checkin' at the party on the Forty Deuce |
| Walking down the block with the fresh, fly threads |
| Beastie Boys—fly the biggest heads |
| Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho… |
| Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho… |
| Brooklyn, ho |
| Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho… |