Текст песни "Beastie Boys - The New Style"
nd on the cool check in Center stage on the mic And were puttin it on wax Its the new style Four 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 aint And I got more juice than Picasso got paint Got rhymes that are rough and rhymes that are slick Im not surprised youre on my dick B-E-A-S-T-I-E, what up Mike D. Ah yeah, thats me I got franks and pork and beans Always bust the new routines I get it - I got it, I know its good The rhymes I write - you wish you would Im never in training - my voice is not straining People always biting and Im sick of complaining So I went into the locker room during classes Went into your locker and I smashed your glasses Youre from Secausus - Im from Manhattan Youre jealous of me because your girlfriend is cattin (bridge) There it is - kick it!!! Father to many - married to none And in case youre 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 Im fully strapped I got money in the bank - I can still get high Thats why your girlfriend thinks that Im so fly Ive got money and juice - twin sisters in my bed Their father had envy so I shot him in the head If I played guitar Id be Jimmy Page The girlies I like are underage (Check it!) Girls with boyfriends are the kind I like Ill steal your honey like I stole your bike Your father - hes jealous cause Im making that green Ive got the girlies numbers from the places I been (repeat bridge) You wanna know why - because Im 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 Im 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 its the best But Im 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 fingers on the trigger My posses gettin big - and my posses 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 Im the king of the Ave. - and Im the king of the block Im M.C.A. - and Im the King Adrock Im 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 headsОбновить текст