The New Style
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๐ Lyrics
And on the cool checkin'
Center stage on the mic
And we're puttin' it on wax
It's the new style
Four and three and two and one (what up?)
And when I'm on the mic the suckers run (word)
Down with Ad-Rock and Mike D and you ain't
And I got more juice than Picasso got paint
Got rhymes that are rough and rhymes that are slick
I'm not surprised you're on my dick (Mike D)
B-E-A-S-T-I-E (what up, Mike D?)
Ah yeah, that's me
I got franks and pork and beans
Always bust the new routines
I get it, I got it, I know it's good
The rhymes I write, you wish you would
I'm never in training, my voice is not straining
People always biting and I'm sick of complaining
So I went into the locker room during classes
Went into your locker and I smashed your glasses
You're from Secausus, I'm from Manhattan
You're jealous of me because your girlfriend is cattin'
There it is, kick it!
Father to many, married to none
And in case you're unaware, I carry a gun (word)
Stepped into the party, the place was over-packed
Saw the kid that dissed my homeboy, shot him in the back
Man, I had to get a beeper 'cause my phone is tapped
You better keep your mouth shut 'cause I'm fully strapped
I got money in the bank, I can still get high
That's why your girlfriend thinks that I'm so fly
I've got money and juice, twin sisters in my bed
Their father had envy so I shot him in the head
And if I played guitar, I'd be Jimmy Page
The girlies I like are underage (shh, check it!)
Girls with boyfriends are the kinds I like
I'll steal your honey like I stole your bike
My father, he's jealous 'cause I'm making that green (what up?)
Got a list of girlies' numbers from the places I've been
There it is, kick it!
You wanna know why? Because I'm-
October 31st, that is my date of birth
I got to the party, you know what I did? The Smurf
Taxin' all the females from coast to coast
And when I get my fill, I'm chilly most
We rag-tag girlies back at the hotel
And then we all switch places when I ring the bell
I chill at White Castle 'cause it's the best
But I fly to Fat Burger when I'm way out west (check it)
K-I-N-G A-D-whammy!
All the fine ladies, they're on my jammy
Went to the prom, wore the fly blue rental
Got six girlies in my Lincoln Continental
I met a girl at the party and she started to flirt
I told her some rhymes and she pulled up her skirt (check it)
Spent some bank, got a high-powered jumbo
Rolled up the wooly and I watched Colombo
Let me clear my throat
Kick it over here, baby, pop
And let all the fly skimmies feel the beat
Mmm, drop!
Coolin' on the corner on a hot summer day
Just me and my posse and MCA
A lot of beer, a lot of girls and a lot of cursin'
Twenty-two automatic on my person
Got my hand in my pocket and my finger's on the trigger
My posse's gettin' big and my posse's gettin' bigger
Some voices got treble, some voices got bass
We got the kind of voices that are in your face
Like the bun to the burger and like the burger to the bun
Like the cherry to the apple to the peach to the plum
I'm the King of the Ave and I'm the king of the block
Well, I'm MCA and I'm the King Ad-Rock
Well, I'm Mike D, I got all the fly juice
On the checkin' at the party on the forty deuce
Walkin' down the block with the fresh fly threads
Beastie Boys fly the biggest heads
Brooklyn!
Center stage on the mic
And we're puttin' it on wax
It's the new style
Four and three and two and one (what up?)
And when I'm on the mic the suckers run (word)
Down with Ad-Rock and Mike D and you ain't
And I got more juice than Picasso got paint
Got rhymes that are rough and rhymes that are slick
I'm not surprised you're on my dick (Mike D)
B-E-A-S-T-I-E (what up, Mike D?)
Ah yeah, that's me
I got franks and pork and beans
Always bust the new routines
I get it, I got it, I know it's good
The rhymes I write, you wish you would
I'm never in training, my voice is not straining
People always biting and I'm sick of complaining
So I went into the locker room during classes
Went into your locker and I smashed your glasses
You're from Secausus, I'm from Manhattan
You're jealous of me because your girlfriend is cattin'
There it is, kick it!
Father to many, married to none
And in case you're unaware, I carry a gun (word)
Stepped into the party, the place was over-packed
Saw the kid that dissed my homeboy, shot him in the back
Man, I had to get a beeper 'cause my phone is tapped
You better keep your mouth shut 'cause I'm fully strapped
I got money in the bank, I can still get high
That's why your girlfriend thinks that I'm so fly
I've got money and juice, twin sisters in my bed
Their father had envy so I shot him in the head
And if I played guitar, I'd be Jimmy Page
The girlies I like are underage (shh, check it!)
Girls with boyfriends are the kinds I like
I'll steal your honey like I stole your bike
My father, he's jealous 'cause I'm making that green (what up?)
Got a list of girlies' numbers from the places I've been
There it is, kick it!
You wanna know why? Because I'm-
October 31st, that is my date of birth
I got to the party, you know what I did? The Smurf
Taxin' all the females from coast to coast
And when I get my fill, I'm chilly most
We rag-tag girlies back at the hotel
And then we all switch places when I ring the bell
I chill at White Castle 'cause it's the best
But I fly to Fat Burger when I'm way out west (check it)
K-I-N-G A-D-whammy!
All the fine ladies, they're on my jammy
Went to the prom, wore the fly blue rental
Got six girlies in my Lincoln Continental
I met a girl at the party and she started to flirt
I told her some rhymes and she pulled up her skirt (check it)
Spent some bank, got a high-powered jumbo
Rolled up the wooly and I watched Colombo
Let me clear my throat
Kick it over here, baby, pop
And let all the fly skimmies feel the beat
Mmm, drop!
Coolin' on the corner on a hot summer day
Just me and my posse and MCA
A lot of beer, a lot of girls and a lot of cursin'
Twenty-two automatic on my person
Got my hand in my pocket and my finger's on the trigger
My posse's gettin' big and my posse's gettin' bigger
Some voices got treble, some voices got bass
We got the kind of voices that are in your face
Like the bun to the burger and like the burger to the bun
Like the cherry to the apple to the peach to the plum
I'm the King of the Ave and I'm the king of the block
Well, I'm MCA and I'm the King Ad-Rock
Well, I'm Mike D, I got all the fly juice
On the checkin' at the party on the forty deuce
Walkin' down the block with the fresh fly threads
Beastie Boys fly the biggest heads
Brooklyn!
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.14] And on the cool checkin'
[00:02.72] Center stage on the mic
[00:05.42] And we're puttin' it on wax
[00:07.68] It's the new style
[00:10.47] Four and three and two and one (what up?)
[00:13.34] And when I'm on the mic the suckers run (word)
[00:16.56] Down with Ad-Rock and Mike D and you ain't
[00:18.85] And I got more juice than Picasso got paint
[00:21.24] Got rhymes that are rough and rhymes that are slick
[00:23.60] I'm not surprised you're on my dick (Mike D)
[00:26.56] B-E-A-S-T-I-E (what up, Mike D?)
[00:29.41] Ah yeah, that's me
[00:31.27] I got franks and pork and beans
[00:33.53] Always bust the new routines
[00:35.98] I get it, I got it, I know it's good
[00:38.41] The rhymes I write, you wish you would
[00:40.64] I'm never in training, my voice is not straining
[00:43.42] People always biting and I'm sick of complaining
[00:45.41] So I went into the locker room during classes
[00:48.26] Went into your locker and I smashed your glasses
[00:50.66] You're from Secausus, I'm from Manhattan
[00:52.95] You're jealous of me because your girlfriend is cattin'
[00:57.11] There it is, kick it!
[01:00.49]
[01:24.67] Father to many, married to none
[01:26.72] And in case you're unaware, I carry a gun (word)
[01:29.49] Stepped into the party, the place was over-packed
[01:32.03] Saw the kid that dissed my homeboy, shot him in the back
[01:33.72] Man, I had to get a beeper 'cause my phone is tapped
[01:36.67] You better keep your mouth shut 'cause I'm fully strapped
[01:38.89] I got money in the bank, I can still get high
[01:41.40] That's why your girlfriend thinks that I'm so fly
[01:43.91] I've got money and juice, twin sisters in my bed
[01:46.42] Their father had envy so I shot him in the head
[01:48.92] And if I played guitar, I'd be Jimmy Page
[01:51.40] The girlies I like are underage (shh, check it!)
[01:54.09] Girls with boyfriends are the kinds I like
[01:56.16] I'll steal your honey like I stole your bike
[01:58.66] My father, he's jealous 'cause I'm making that green (what up?)
[02:00.74] Got a list of girlies' numbers from the places I've been
[02:05.31] There it is, kick it!
[02:08.76]
[02:28.27] You wanna know why? Because I'm-
[02:30.41] October 31st, that is my date of birth
[02:33.22] I got to the party, you know what I did? The Smurf
[02:35.54] Taxin' all the females from coast to coast
[02:37.74] And when I get my fill, I'm chilly most
[02:40.41] We rag-tag girlies back at the hotel
[02:42.45] And then we all switch places when I ring the bell
[02:44.98] I chill at White Castle 'cause it's the best
[02:47.43] But I fly to Fat Burger when I'm way out west (check it)
[02:50.26] K-I-N-G A-D-whammy!
[02:52.65] All the fine ladies, they're on my jammy
[02:55.29] Went to the prom, wore the fly blue rental
[02:57.42] Got six girlies in my Lincoln Continental
[02:59.56] I met a girl at the party and she started to flirt
[03:02.47] I told her some rhymes and she pulled up her skirt (check it)
[03:04.85] Spent some bank, got a high-powered jumbo
[03:07.36] Rolled up the wooly and I watched Colombo
[03:09.60] Let me clear my throat
[03:13.17] Kick it over here, baby, pop
[03:15.73] And let all the fly skimmies feel the beat
[03:19.80] Mmm, drop!
[03:24.07] Coolin' on the corner on a hot summer day
[03:26.85] Just me and my posse and MCA
[03:29.72] A lot of beer, a lot of girls and a lot of cursin'
[03:33.20] Twenty-two automatic on my person
[03:36.05] Got my hand in my pocket and my finger's on the trigger
[03:39.21] My posse's gettin' big and my posse's gettin' bigger
[03:42.37] Some voices got treble, some voices got bass
[03:45.51] We got the kind of voices that are in your face
[03:48.46] Like the bun to the burger and like the burger to the bun
[03:51.38] Like the cherry to the apple to the peach to the plum
[03:54.59] I'm the King of the Ave and I'm the king of the block
[03:57.77] Well, I'm MCA and I'm the King Ad-Rock
[04:00.60] Well, I'm Mike D, I got all the fly juice
[04:04.03] On the checkin' at the party on the forty deuce
[04:07.21] Walkin' down the block with the fresh fly threads
[04:10.61] Beastie Boys fly the biggest heads
[04:23.09] Brooklyn!
[04:24.11]
[00:02.72] Center stage on the mic
[00:05.42] And we're puttin' it on wax
[00:07.68] It's the new style
[00:10.47] Four and three and two and one (what up?)
[00:13.34] And when I'm on the mic the suckers run (word)
[00:16.56] Down with Ad-Rock and Mike D and you ain't
[00:18.85] And I got more juice than Picasso got paint
[00:21.24] Got rhymes that are rough and rhymes that are slick
[00:23.60] I'm not surprised you're on my dick (Mike D)
[00:26.56] B-E-A-S-T-I-E (what up, Mike D?)
[00:29.41] Ah yeah, that's me
[00:31.27] I got franks and pork and beans
[00:33.53] Always bust the new routines
[00:35.98] I get it, I got it, I know it's good
[00:38.41] The rhymes I write, you wish you would
[00:40.64] I'm never in training, my voice is not straining
[00:43.42] People always biting and I'm sick of complaining
[00:45.41] So I went into the locker room during classes
[00:48.26] Went into your locker and I smashed your glasses
[00:50.66] You're from Secausus, I'm from Manhattan
[00:52.95] You're jealous of me because your girlfriend is cattin'
[00:57.11] There it is, kick it!
[01:00.49]
[01:24.67] Father to many, married to none
[01:26.72] And in case you're unaware, I carry a gun (word)
[01:29.49] Stepped into the party, the place was over-packed
[01:32.03] Saw the kid that dissed my homeboy, shot him in the back
[01:33.72] Man, I had to get a beeper 'cause my phone is tapped
[01:36.67] You better keep your mouth shut 'cause I'm fully strapped
[01:38.89] I got money in the bank, I can still get high
[01:41.40] That's why your girlfriend thinks that I'm so fly
[01:43.91] I've got money and juice, twin sisters in my bed
[01:46.42] Their father had envy so I shot him in the head
[01:48.92] And if I played guitar, I'd be Jimmy Page
[01:51.40] The girlies I like are underage (shh, check it!)
[01:54.09] Girls with boyfriends are the kinds I like
[01:56.16] I'll steal your honey like I stole your bike
[01:58.66] My father, he's jealous 'cause I'm making that green (what up?)
[02:00.74] Got a list of girlies' numbers from the places I've been
[02:05.31] There it is, kick it!
[02:08.76]
[02:28.27] You wanna know why? Because I'm-
[02:30.41] October 31st, that is my date of birth
[02:33.22] I got to the party, you know what I did? The Smurf
[02:35.54] Taxin' all the females from coast to coast
[02:37.74] And when I get my fill, I'm chilly most
[02:40.41] We rag-tag girlies back at the hotel
[02:42.45] And then we all switch places when I ring the bell
[02:44.98] I chill at White Castle 'cause it's the best
[02:47.43] But I fly to Fat Burger when I'm way out west (check it)
[02:50.26] K-I-N-G A-D-whammy!
[02:52.65] All the fine ladies, they're on my jammy
[02:55.29] Went to the prom, wore the fly blue rental
[02:57.42] Got six girlies in my Lincoln Continental
[02:59.56] I met a girl at the party and she started to flirt
[03:02.47] I told her some rhymes and she pulled up her skirt (check it)
[03:04.85] Spent some bank, got a high-powered jumbo
[03:07.36] Rolled up the wooly and I watched Colombo
[03:09.60] Let me clear my throat
[03:13.17] Kick it over here, baby, pop
[03:15.73] And let all the fly skimmies feel the beat
[03:19.80] Mmm, drop!
[03:24.07] Coolin' on the corner on a hot summer day
[03:26.85] Just me and my posse and MCA
[03:29.72] A lot of beer, a lot of girls and a lot of cursin'
[03:33.20] Twenty-two automatic on my person
[03:36.05] Got my hand in my pocket and my finger's on the trigger
[03:39.21] My posse's gettin' big and my posse's gettin' bigger
[03:42.37] Some voices got treble, some voices got bass
[03:45.51] We got the kind of voices that are in your face
[03:48.46] Like the bun to the burger and like the burger to the bun
[03:51.38] Like the cherry to the apple to the peach to the plum
[03:54.59] I'm the King of the Ave and I'm the king of the block
[03:57.77] Well, I'm MCA and I'm the King Ad-Rock
[04:00.60] Well, I'm Mike D, I got all the fly juice
[04:04.03] On the checkin' at the party on the forty deuce
[04:07.21] Walkin' down the block with the fresh fly threads
[04:10.61] Beastie Boys fly the biggest heads
[04:23.09] Brooklyn!
[04:24.11]