Ch-Check It Out

• 專輯：Solid Gold Hits
• 發行：2005-11-08
• 演唱：Beastie Boys

作詞: ADAM HOROVITZ, ADAM NATHANIEL YAUCH, MICHAEL LOUIS DIAMOND 作曲: ADAM HOROVITZ, ADAM NATHANIEL YAUCH, MICHAEL LOUIS DIAMOND

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, 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, turn this 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 (what?) 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 (what?) 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, turn this 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, 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, pa-pa-pa-pa-party out