[mca]
all you trekkies and tv addicts
don�t mean to dis don�t mean to bring static
all you klingons in the fuckin� house
grab your backstreet friend and get loud
blowin� doors off hinges,
i�ll grab you with the pinchers
nd no i didn�t retire.
i�ll snatch you up with the needle nose pliers.
[mike d]
like mutual of omaha,
got the ill boat2 you�ve never seen before.
gliding in the glades,
and like lorne greene you know i get paid.
like caprese with the basil,
not goofy like darren or hazel,
i�m a mother fucking nick at night
with classics rerunning that you know all right.
[adrock]
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.
[chorus]
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 motherfuckin� party out
[mike d]
i said, �doc, what�s the condition?
i�m a man that�s on a mission.�
he said, �son, you�d better listen!
stuck in your ass is an electrician�
like a scientist,
mmmm when i�m applying this
method of controlling my mind
like einstein and the rappin� duke combined.
[adrock]
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.
[mca]
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 crews amazin�.
we�re working on the record yo so stay patient.
[chorus]
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 motherfuckin� party out
[adrock]
i go by the name of the king adrock.
i don�t wear a cup nor a jock nor a thong.
i bring the shit that�s beyond bizarre,
like miss piggy. �who moi?�
i am the one with the clientele.
you say, �adrock, god you rock so well.�
i�ve got class like pink champale.
mca grab the mic before the mic goes stale.
[mca]
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.
[mike d]
get your clothes right out the dryer.
put armor all up on your tire.
sport that fressssh 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.�
[chorus]
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 motherfuckin� party out