The New Style

And on the cool check in

Center stage on the MIC

And were putting 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 adrock 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

B-e-a-s-t-i-e what up mike d

Ah 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

Bust into your locker and I smashed your glasses

You're from secausus

I'm from manhattan

You're jealous of me because your girlfriend is catting

There it is

Kick it

Father to many

Married to none

And in case you're unaware I carry a gun

Stepped into the party

The place was over packed

Saw the kid that dissed my homey and shot him in the back

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 check it

Girls with boyfriends are the kind I like

I'll steal your honey like I stole your bike

My father

Hes jealous cause I'm making that green

I've got the girlies numbers from the places I been

There it is

You wanna know why

Because I'm

October 31st

That is my date of birth

I got to the party and I did the smurf

Taxing all females from coast to coast

And when I get my fill I'm chilly most

We rag-tag 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 fat burger when I way out west

K-i-n-g-a-d whammy

All the fly ladies are on my jammy

Went to the prom

Wore the fly blue rental

Got six girlies in my lincoln continental

Met this girl at the party and she started to flirt

I told her some rhymes and she pulled up her skirt

Spent some bank

I got a high powered jumbo

Rolled up a wooly and I watched colombo

Let me clear my throat

Kick it over here baby pop

And let all the fly skimmies feel the beat and drop

Cooling on the corner on a hot summer day

Just me my posse and mca

A lot of beer

A lot of girls and a lot of cursing

Twenty-two automatic on my person

Got my hand in my pocket and my fingers on the trigger

My posses getting big

And my posses getting 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

I'm mca

And I'm the king adrock

I'm mike d

I got all the fly juice

On the checking at the party on the forty deuce

Walking down the block with the fresh fly threads

Beastie boys fly the biggest heads

The New Style - Beastie Boys