Beastie Boys Lyrics

Album: To The 5 Boroughs

Ch-Check It Out Lyrics

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