Letra da Música Ch-Check It Out

All you trekkies and TV addicts

Don't mean to diss, 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

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 with the basil

Not goofy like Darren or Hazel

I'm a muthafuckin' Nick at Night

With classics re-running 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

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What-wha-what-what-what's it all about?

Work-wa-work-work-work, wa-work it out

Let?s turn this muthafuckin' party out

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

Hmmm... 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 but 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 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 just stay patient

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What-wha-what-what-what's it all about?

Work-wa-work-work-work, wa-work it out

Let?s turn this muthafuckin' party out

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I go by the name of The King Adrock

I don't wear a cup nor a jock (hah!)

I bring the shit that's beyond bizarre

Like Miss Piggy ("Who, moiii?")

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

Don't test me, they can't arrest me

I?ll fake right crossover and shoot lefty

You look too upset, yo, calm down

You look like Cable Guy dunked off of your crown

I flow like smoke out of a chimney

You never been me

You wanna rap but what you're making ain't hip hop B

Get your clothes right out the dryer

Put armor all up on your tire

Sport that fresh attire

Tonight we're 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 muthafuckin' party out