The New Style Chords by Beastie Boys

[Start]

[Chorus]
N.C.                    
And on the cool check in
N.C.                   
Center stage on the mic
N.C.                    
And we puttin' it on wax
N.C.              
It's the new style
N.C.                          
Four and three and two and one


[Verse]
N.C.                                   
And when I'm on the mic the suckers run
F7                                       
Down with AdRock and Mike D and you ain't
                                      F7   
And I got more juice than Picasso got paint
                                              F7   
Got rhymes that are rough and rhymes that are slick
                         F7        
I'm not surprised you're on my dick
F7                    
Beastie what up Mike D
               F7
Ah yeah that's me
                          F7   
I got franks and pork and beans
                    F7      
Always bust the new routines
                              F7  
I get it I got it I know it's good
                                F    
The rhymes I write you wish you would
                                      F        
I'm never in training my voice is not straining
                                     F          
People always biting and I'm sick of complaining
                                      F      
So I went into the locker room during classes
                                         F      
Went into your locker and I smashed your glasses
                              F        
You're from Secausus I'm from Manhattan


[Inst]
                                                F      
You're jealous of me because your girlfriend is cattin'


[Verse]
F          
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
                                                   F7      
Saw the kid that dissed my homeboy and shot him in the back
                                             F7    
Man I had to get a beeper 'cause my phone is tapped
                                                 F7      
You better keep your mouth shut 'cause I'm fully strapped
                                        F7  
I got money in the bank I can still get high
                                              F7 
That's why your girlfriend thinks that I'm so fly
                                            F7 
I've got money and juice twin sisters in my bed
                                           F7  
Their father had envy so I shot him in the head
                                F7  
If I played guitar I'd be Jimmy Page
                       F7      
The girlies I like are underage
                                      F7  
Girls with boyfriends are the kinds I like
                                        F7  
I'll steal your honey like I stole your bike
                                              F7   
My father he's jealous 'cause I'm making that green
                                                        F7  
I've got a list of girlies numbers from the places I've been
         F7
There it is
F7     
Kick it


[Inst]

[Verse]
                           F7 
You wanna know why because I'm
                            F7              
October thirtyonest that is my date of birth
                                F7                  
I got to the party and you know what I did The Smurf
                        F7            
Taxing all females from coast to coast
                           F7         
And when I get my fill I'm chilly most
                       F7          
We ragtag girlies back at the hotel
                                     F7           
And then we all switch places when I ring the bell
                        F7                  
I chill at White Castle 'cause it's the best
                                 F7          
But I'm fly at Fat Burger when I way out west
F7           
Kingad whammy
                    F7                 
All the fine ladies they're on my jammy
                          F7             
Went to the prom wore the fly blue rental
                      F7                 
Got six girlies in my Lincoln Continental
                                  F7              
I met a girl at the party and she started to flirt
                               F7                 
I told her some rhymes and she pulled up her skirt
                        F7                
Spent some bank I got a high powered jumbo
                          N.C.           
Rolled up the wooly and I watched Colombo
N.C.                  
Let me clear my throat
N.C.                      
Kick it over here baby pop
N.C.                        
And let all the fly skimmies
N.C.         
Feel the beat
         F7
Hmm drop ■ 


[Chorus]
                      F7                   
Coolin' on the corner on a hot summer's day
                     Bb7
Just me my posse and MCA
      Bb7                                        
A lot of beer a lot of girls and a lot of cursing
                   Bb7                   
Zero point two two automatic on my person
               Bb7                                     
Got my hand in my pocket and my finger's on the trigger
Bb7                                                 
My posse's gettin' big and my posse's gettin' bigger
                       Bb7                 
Some voices got treble some voices got bass
           Bb7                                 
We got the kind of voices that are in your face
Bb7                                                  
Like the bun to the burger like the burger to the bun
         Abm                                         
Like the cherry to the apple to the peach to the plum
                    Abm                              
I'm the king of the Ave and I'm the king of the block
         Ab7                        
Well I'm MCA and I'm the King AdRock
     Bb7          Ab7                  
Well I'm Mike D I got all the fly juice
                   Ab7                         
On the checkin' at the party on the Forty Deuce
                                      Ab7        
Walking down the block with the fresh fly threads
                 Ab7              
Beastie Boys fly the biggest heads


[Outro]