《The New Style》是Beastie Boys演唱的歌曲，收录于《Licensed To Ill》专辑中。
歌曲歌词
And on the cool check in
Center stage on the MIC
And were putting 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 catting
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 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
Hes jealous cause I'm making that green
I've got the girlies numbers from the places I been
There it is
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 and drop
Cooling 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 cursing
Twenty-two automatic on my person
Got my hand in my pocket and my fingers on the trigger
My posses getting big
And my posses getting 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
And 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 mca
And I'm the king adrock
I'm mike d
I got all the fly juice
On the checking at the party on the forty deuce
Walking down the block with the fresh fly threads
Beastie boys fly the biggest heads