Ch-Check It Out (Just Blaze Remix|Explicit)

Ch-Check It Out (Just Blaze Remix|Explicit) - Beastie Boys

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 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 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

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

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

Mmmm when i'm applying this

Method of controlling my mind

Like einstein and the rappin' duke bined

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 sh*t back on the shelf

Light rays blazin'

You're out of phase

And my crews amazin'

We're working on the record yo

So 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 motherf**kin' party out

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 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 motherf**kin' party out