Lyrics:
Don't treat my highs too high
Or my lows too low
You won't see my soul souled on no video
Bdont need no checks to get no chicks
Or be some hypocrite
Unemployment said I got no more checks
And they showed me to the hall
My brother died in Georgia some time ago
I got no one left to call
Summer wasn't bad
Yeah, uh, yeah
I like the way that sound
Now
Check, n**** ya feelin' like a frog in a jump
One weed will bring you from the bottom the trunk
From
Line by line, time after time
Mind's runnin' constant so it's hard to find
A stable thing that I won't make a mess
What can I say, it's just
I check around in traffic from my point of view (what could be better)
Then I saw her in the mirror
Maybe the same thing has happened to you
It was
Nibbled on her neck,
Oh, what the heck,
She said, 'one two, one two' and went down for a mic check.
Her mike sounds nice check one.
Her mike
to nobody while you're there
If you get back, we going shopping for Chanel
Busting checks, and we gon ball
You should be here by tomorrow
We ain't coppin
catching it
Don't check me, go check ya bitch
You don't want to get me out of my element
From a tenant in a tenements to owning my residence
Phone still
on climbing
Do all you can to keep your shadow alive
Because your not far behind if your shadow dies
Make sure you stop and you check tonight
That your
you what you really want
Track by track displaying my ability
The man, FP, showing true dexterity
On the Mic, no rules are lawless
Wicked,
that ever done it, need to check and reck
[Chorus: JD and Cross together]
(uh, uh, uh, uh)
Ruff Ryders, be on tours for this
All Out, make ya dance
scratch of flavor flav saying "stay off his dick"
And ice cube saying "all on my snoopy" *
* cut n scratch of flavor flav saying "yo yo check this out"
Buster
In junkyard society
We're repelled by all propriety
Humility and modesty
Good manners and sobriety
We always gulp our meat
Our coats are
[Krayzie]
Yeah, Bone Enterpri$e in tha muthafuckin house, nigga!
Yo, y'all muthafucka's that didn't think we was comin' out
Check this shit out: I
getting money over here
How bout you hater?
All my niggas eating that, everybody paid up
I say bail money, check, lawyer money, check
Goons on deck, they
Junior, yeah!
Check it out, people of the world!
I don't want to hesitate
You make me loose my groove
If you think by crushing me
Will change my attitude
to the money
Nigga check the situation
Dollar after dollar hour after hour
Getting to the money ain't
Even take a shower
Cause this that dirty paper
I know you
when I'm on go mode
My man dope spot got hit
Right now the strip club still lit
By next week they gon' feel that shit
You think I'm old
I think I'm grown
that your shit is cool and
If they believe in me they should
Also believe in you did you get the check
Yet? I have to call a business manager
- did
a bitch, it's 'bout a check
My nigga never 'bout the bitch, about
To check my nigga, that's my nigga!
Make me do construction in your section
Nigga
Rari'
whole life, straight up
I wanna see the world by 35 but
For right now I'm Compton bound
Hit Rosecrans with a pocket full of dividends
Big truck speed
Yeah, caught a vibe on some smooth shit
On some, on some groove shit
On I ain't gotta prove shit
Yeah, Mr i ain't gotta prove shit
Mr, ayo, check out
A pool in my backyard!
So I’ll tell all my fans your shit is cool
And if they believe in me
Then they should also believe in you
"‘Did we get the check
But I gotta represent, knowhatI'msayin?
On some East coast shit
Cause niggas don't think that I
I got mad skills, check this out
Road call! E rock
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