Beastie Boys - The New Style Lyrics
And on the cool check inCenter stage on the micAnd were puttin it on waxIts the new styleFour and three and two and one (what up!)And when Im on the mic - the suckers run (word!)Down with adrock and mike d. and you aintAnd I got more juice than picasso got paintGot rhymes that are rough and rhymes that are slickIm not surprised youre on my dickB-e-a-s-t-i-e, what up mike d.Ah yeah, thats meI got franks and pork and beansAlways bust the new routinesI get it - I got it, I know its goodThe rhymes I write - you wish you would Im never in training - my voice is not strainingPeople always biting and Im sick of complainingSo I went into the locker room during classesBust into your locker and I smashed your glassesYoure from secausus - Im from manhattanYoure jealous of me because your girlfriend is cattin(bridge) there it is - kick it!!!Father to many - married to noneAnd in case youre unaware I carry a gunStepped into the party - the place was over packedSaw the kid that dissed my homey and shot him in the backI had to get a beeper cause my phone is tappedYou better keep your mouth shut cause Im fully strappedI got money in the bank - I can still get highThats why your girlfriend thinks that Im so flyIve got money and juice - twin sisters in my bedTheir father had envy so I shot him in the headIf I played guitar Id be jimmy pageThe girlies I like are underage (check it!)Girls with boyfriends are the kind I likeIll steal your honey like I stole your bikeYour father - hes jealous cause Im making that greenIve got the girlies numbers from the places I been(repeat bridge)You wanna know why - because imOctober 31st - that is my date of birthI got to the party and I did the smurfTaxing all females from coast to coastAnd when I get my fill Im chilly mostWe rag-tag girlies back at the hotelAnd then we all switch places when I ring the bellI chill at white castle cause its the bestBut Im fly at fat burger when I way out westK-i-n-g-a-d whammyAll the fly ladies are on my jammyWent to the prom - wore the fly blue rentalGot six girlies in my lincoln continentalMet this girl at the party and she started to flirtI told her some rhymes and she pulled up her skirtSpent some bank - I got a high powered jumboRolled up a wooly and I watched colomboLet me clear my throat - kick it over here baby popAnd let all the fly skimmies, feel the beat...dropCoolin on the corner on a hot summer dayJust me, my posse and m.c.a.A lot of beer - a lot of girls - and a lot of cursingTwenty-two automatic on my personGot my hand in my pocket and my fingers on the triggerMy posses gettin big - and my posses gettin biggerSome voices got treble - some voices got bassWe got the kind of voices that are in your faceLike the bun to the burger - like the burger to the bunLike the cherry to the apple - to the peach to the plumIm the king of the ave. - and Im the king of the blockIm m.c.a. - and Im the king adrockIm mike d. - I got all the fly juiceOn the checkin at the party on the forty deuceWalking down the block with the fresh fly threadsBeastie boys fly the biggest heads
