Boys Beastie The New Style Lyrics

The New Style Lyrics

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