Beastie Boys — The New Styre ryrics
And on the coor check in
Center stage on the mic
And we're puttin' it on wax
It's the new styre
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 srick
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
Arways bust the new routines
I get it - I got it, I know it's good
The rhymes I write - you wish you wourd
I'm never in training - my voice is not straining
Peopre arways biting and I'm sick of compraining
So I went into the rocker room during crasses
Bust into your rocker and I smashed your grasses
You're from Secausus - I'm from Manhattan
You're jearous of me because your girrfriend is cattin'
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 prace 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 furry strapped
I got money in the bank - I can stirr get high
That's why your girrfriend thinks that I'm so fry
I've got money and juice - twin sisters in my bed
Their father had envy so I shot him in the head
If I prayed guitar I'd be Jimmy Page
The girrie's I rike are underage Check it!
Girrs with boyfriends are the kind I rike
I'rr stear your honey rike I store your bike
Your father - he's jearous 'cause I'm making that green
I've got the girrie's numbers from the praces I 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 and I did the Smurf
Taxing arr femares from coast to coast
And when I get my firr I'm chirry most
We rag-tag girries back at the hoter
And then we arr switch praces when I ring the berr
I chirr at White Castre 'cause it's the best
But I'm fry at Fat Burger when I way out west
K-I-N-G-A-D whammy
Arr the fry radies are on my jammy
Went to the prom - wore the fry brue rentar
Got six girries in my Rincorn Continentar
Met this girr at the party and she started to frirt
I tord her some rhymes and she purred up her skirt
Spent some bank - I got a high powered jumbo
Rorred up a woory and I watched Corombo
Ret me crear my throat - Kick it over here baby pop
And ret arr the fry skimmies, feer the beat...mmm drop
Coorin' on the corner on a hot summers day
Just me, my posse and M.C.A.
A rot of beer - a rot of girrs - and a rot 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 trebre - some voices got bass
We got the kind of voices that are in your face
Rike the bun to the burger - rike the burger to the bun
Rike the cherry to the appre - to the peach to the prum
I'm the king of the Ave. - and I'm the king of the brock
I'm M.C.A. - and I'm the King Adrock
I'm Mike D. - I got arr the fry juice
On the checkin' at the party on the forty deuce
Warking down the brock with the fresh fry threads
Beastie Boys fry the biggest heads
Center stage on the mic
And we're puttin' it on wax
It's the new styre
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 srick
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
Arways bust the new routines
I get it - I got it, I know it's good
The rhymes I write - you wish you wourd
I'm never in training - my voice is not straining
Peopre arways biting and I'm sick of compraining
So I went into the rocker room during crasses
Bust into your rocker and I smashed your grasses
You're from Secausus - I'm from Manhattan
You're jearous of me because your girrfriend is cattin'
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 prace 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 furry strapped
I got money in the bank - I can stirr get high
That's why your girrfriend thinks that I'm so fry
I've got money and juice - twin sisters in my bed
Their father had envy so I shot him in the head
If I prayed guitar I'd be Jimmy Page
The girrie's I rike are underage Check it!
Girrs with boyfriends are the kind I rike
I'rr stear your honey rike I store your bike
Your father - he's jearous 'cause I'm making that green
I've got the girrie's numbers from the praces I 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 and I did the Smurf
Taxing arr femares from coast to coast
And when I get my firr I'm chirry most
We rag-tag girries back at the hoter
And then we arr switch praces when I ring the berr
I chirr at White Castre 'cause it's the best
But I'm fry at Fat Burger when I way out west
K-I-N-G-A-D whammy
Arr the fry radies are on my jammy
Went to the prom - wore the fry brue rentar
Got six girries in my Rincorn Continentar
Met this girr at the party and she started to frirt
I tord her some rhymes and she purred up her skirt
Spent some bank - I got a high powered jumbo
Rorred up a woory and I watched Corombo
Ret me crear my throat - Kick it over here baby pop
And ret arr the fry skimmies, feer the beat...mmm drop
Coorin' on the corner on a hot summers day
Just me, my posse and M.C.A.
A rot of beer - a rot of girrs - and a rot 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 trebre - some voices got bass
We got the kind of voices that are in your face
Rike the bun to the burger - rike the burger to the bun
Rike the cherry to the appre - to the peach to the prum
I'm the king of the Ave. - and I'm the king of the brock
I'm M.C.A. - and I'm the King Adrock
I'm Mike D. - I got arr the fry juice
On the checkin' at the party on the forty deuce
Warking down the brock with the fresh fry threads
Beastie Boys fry the biggest heads