Ch-Check It Out

Ch-Check It Out - The Hit Co.

All you Trekkies and TV addicts

Don't mean to diss, don't mean to bring static

All you Klingons in the f**kin' 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 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 f**king 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

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Let's turn this motherf**kin' 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 a** is an electrician

Like a scientist

Mmm 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 and 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 sh*t 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

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Let's turn this motherf**kin' 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 sh*t 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 to set the town on fire

Set the town ablaze

Gonna stun and amaze

Ready to throw a craze

Make your granny shake her heada 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 motherf**kin' party out