專輯：Solid Gold Hits
歌曲：Ch - Check It Out
All you Trekkies
and TV addicts
dont mean to dis dont
mean to bring static
All you Klingons in
your grandmas house
grab your backstreet
friend and get loud
Blowin' doors off hinges
grab you with the pinchers
and no I didn't retire
I'll snatch you up with
the needle nose pliers
Like Mutual of Omaha
with the ill boat you've
never seen before
Gliding in the glades
and like Lorne Greene
you know I get paid
Like caprese with
the basil
not goofy like
Darren or Hazel
I'm a mother fucking
Nick at Night
classics rerunning that
you know all right
Now remain calm no alarm
cause my farm ain't fat
so whats up with that?
I've got friends and
family that I respect
when I think I'm too
good they put me in check
So believe when I say
I'm no better than you
except when I rap so
I guess it ain't true
Like that y'all and
you just don't stop
guaranteed to make
your body rock
Check ch check check
check ch check it out
What wha what what
what's it all about
Work wa work work work
wa work it out
Let's turn this mother
fucking party out
I said Doc
what's the condition
im a man thats on a mission
Son you'd better listen
STUCK IN YOU'RE ASS
IS AN ELECTRICIAN
Like a scientist
mmmm when I'm applying this
method of controlling my mind
like Einstein and the
Rappin' Duke combined
Hey baby bubba now
what the deal?
I didn't know you go
for that mass appeal
Some call it salugi
some hot potato
I stole your mic and you
won't see it later
cause I work magic
like a magician
I add up like a
mathematician
I'm a bank cashier
engineer
I wear cotton but
I don't wear deeeer
Shazam and Abracadabra
In the whip I'm gonna
cruise past ya
Yo money don't
chump yourself
Put that shit back
on the shelf
Light rays blazin'
you're out of phase and
my crews amazin'
We're working on the
record yo so stay patient
Check ch check check
check ch check it out
What wha what what
what's it all about
Work wa work work
work wa work it out
Let's turn this
motherfuckin party out
I go by the name of
The King Adrock
I don't wear a cup nor
a jock I bring the
shit that's beyond bizarre
like Miss Piggy
Who moi
I am the one with
the Clientele
You say Adrock
God you rock so well
I've got class like
Pink Champale
MCA grab the mic before
the mic goes stale
Don't test me
They can't arrest me
I'll fake right
cross over and shoot lefty
You look upset
yo calm down
You look Cable Guy dunked
off of your crown
I flow like smoke
out a chimney
You never been me
You wanna rap but what
you're making ain't
hip hop B
Get your clothes right
out the dryer
Put Armor All up
on your tire
Sport that fressssshhhhhhhh
attire
Tonight we goin' out set
the town on fire
Set the town ablaze
Gonna stun and amaze
Ready to throw a craze
Make your granny shake
her head and say
Those were the days
Check ch check check
check ch check it out
What wha what what
what's it all about
Work wa work work
work wa work it out
Let's turn this
motherfuckin party out
