Songtext Ch-check it out (edited) Beastie Boys

Ch-check it out (edited)

All you trekkies and TV addicts
Don't mean to diss
Don't mean to bring static
All you klingons in the 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
Got 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 (WHOOHAAH!) Nick At Night with
Classics rerunnin 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
Mmmm when i'm applyin this
Method of controllin my mind

Like einstein and the rappin duke combined
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 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, 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 (WHAT!) 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 makin ain't hip hop B

Get your clothes right out the dryer
Put armour all up on your tire
Sport that fresshh... 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, turn this party out