Text Písně: The New Style - Beastie Boys

And on the cool check in
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 Adrock 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
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
Bust 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'

(bridge) There it is - kick it!!!

Father to many - married to none
And in case you're unaware I carry a gun
Stepped into the party - the place was over
packed
Saw the kid that dissed my homey and shot
him in the back
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
If I played guitar I'd be Jimmy Page
The girlie's I like are underage (Check it!)
Girls with boyfriends are the kind I like
I'll steal your honey like I stole your bike
Your father - he's jealous 'cause I'm making
that green
I've got the girlie's numbers from the
places I been

(repeat bridge)

You wanna know why - because I'm
October 31st - that is my date of birth
I got to the party and I did the Smurf
Taxing all 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'm fly at Fat Burger when I way out
west
K-I-N-G-A-D whammy
All the fly ladies are on my jammy
Went to the prom - wore the fly blue rental
Got six girlies in my Lincoln Continental
Met this girl at the party and she started
to flirt
I told her some rhymes and she pulled up her
skirt
Spent some bank - I got a high powered jumbo
Rolled up a 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...drop

Coolin' on the corner on a hot summer day
Just me, my posse and M.C.A.
A lot of beer - a lot of girls - and a lot
of cursing
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 - 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
I'm M.C.A. - and I'm the King Adrock
I'm Mike D. - I got all the fly juice
On the checkin' at the party on the forty
deuce
Walking down the block with the fresh fly
threads
Beastie Boys fly the biggest heads

Další písničky hudební skupiny Beastie Boys:

Beastie Boys - Rhymin' And Stealin'
Beastie Boys - Shes Crafty
Beastie Boys - Posse In Effect
Beastie Boys - The New Style
Beastie Boys - Shes Crafty

Předchozí písničky hudební skupiny Beastie Boys:

Beastie Boys - Body Movin
Beastie Boys - Egg Man
Beastie Boys - Jimmy James
Beastie Boys - Funky Boss
Beastie Boys - Pass The Mic