Beastie Boys - It's the New Style (Live) 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 s**ers run (Word!) Down with Adrock and Mike D. and you ain't And I got more juice than Pica**o got paint Got rhymes that are rough and rhymes that are slick I'm not surprised you're on my dick(Mike D!) 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 cla**es Went into your locker and I smashed your gla**es You're from Secaucus - I'm from Manhattan You're jealous of me because your girlfriend is cattin' ("There it is") Kick it Father to many - married to none And in case you're unaware I carry a gun (word) Stepped into the party - the place was overpacked Saw the kid that dissed my homey and shot him in the back Man, 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 girlies I like are underage (check it) Girls with boyfriends are the kind I like I'll steal your honey like I stole your bike My father - he's jealous cause I'm making that green (what up?) I've got a list of girlies' numbers from the places I've 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, you know what I did? The Smurf Taxing all females from coast to coast And when I get my fill, I'm chilly most We ragtag 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 Fatburger when (when he's) I'm way out west K-I-N-G-A-D whammy All the fly ladies, they're on my jammy Went to the prom - wore the fly blue rental Got six girlies in my Lincoln Continental I met a girl at the party and she started to flirt I told her some rhymes and she pulled up her skirt (check it) Spent some bank - I got a high powered jumbo Rolled up a wooly (what did he do?) and I watched Columbo Let me clear my throat Kick it over here baby pop And let all the fly skimmies feel the beat Mmm... drop Coolin' on the corner on a hot summer day Just me, my posse and MCA A lot of beer - a lot of girls - and a lot of cursin' 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 ba** 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 Well, I'm MCA - and I'm the King Adrock Well, 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 Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho... Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho... Brooklyn, ho Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho...