Ch 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 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

With the ill boat you've never seen before

Glidin' 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 motherfuckin' "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 muthafucking 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

When I'm applying this

Method of controlling my mind

Like Einstein and the Rappin' Duke combined

Now, 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 crew's amazin'

We're working on the record yo, so just 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 muthafucking party out

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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

Who 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 like Cable Guy dunked off of your crown

I flow like smoke out a chimney

You never been me

You want to rap but what you're making ain't hip-hop, B

Now, 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"

Now, 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

• Artist:Beastie Boys
• Album:To The 5 Borough