Various Artists - Ch-ch-check It Out - Beastie Boys lyrics

All you trekkies and TV addicts Don't mean to diss Don't mean to bring static All you klingons in your grandma's house Grab your backstreet friend and get loud Blowin' doors off hinges 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 caprice and with the basil Not goofy like darren or hazel I'm a hip hop nick at night with Cla**ics 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 They put me in check So believe when I say I 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 Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-we Let's turn this turn this party out Said, "doctor what's the condition I'm a man that's on a mission" Said, "son, you'd better listen Stuck in your WHA Is an electrician" Like a scientist Mmmm when I Method of controlling my mind Like Einstein and the rappin' duke combined Now Hey n***a bubba now what's the deal I didn't know you go for that ma** 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 Yo money, don't chump yourself Put that WHA back on the shelf Light rays blazin' You're out of phase And my crews amazin' We're working on the record yo So just stay patient Ch-ch-ch-ch-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 turn this party out Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-check it out Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-check it out Now, I go by the name of the king adrock I don't wear a cup nor a jock I bring the WHA 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 cla** like pink champale If you ain't got the mic 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 turn this party out