paroles de chanson Ch-Check It Out - Beastie Boys

(Oh, what you, what are you saying?)

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
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 Darrin or Hazel
I'm a motherfuckin' Nick at Nite
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-wo-work-work-work-wo-work it out
Let's turn this motherfuckin' 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
Mm, 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, the 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 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-wo-work-work-work-wo-work it out
Let's turn this motherfuckin' party out

Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out

Now, I go by the name of the King Ad-rock
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
You say, "Ad-rock, 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 wanna 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 to 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-wo-work-work-work-wo-work it out
Let's turn this motherfuckin' party out