Lyrics:
(Check yourself, check yourself)
Sometimes you just got to lose.
That's when you pay your dues.
I guess I was a fool, I guess I was a fool,
To think
Check the sound
Check it down
Check it through the underground
Check the place
Check the space
Check the track all in your face
Check the spot
house in escrow
Check it out
Sleepin' with your back
To your loved one
This is all, we have learned
About happiness
Check it out,
Forgot to say
and then she start to float
Make you nor waste time to tweet
PUMBA
Wake up in a brand new Buga
Now see my inbox dey top-up
Yah wkdey
I do my own you do your
Monday you'll get up and check your inbox
Tuesday you'll get up and check your inbox
Wednesday you'll get up and check your inbox
Any luck oh oh oh
[Chanting]
Stand by body check
Stand by body check
Stand by body check
Stand by body check
Stand by body check
Stand by body check
Stand by body
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
Everyone in town knew Mr. Webster
He worked at the bank for forty years
And each week Mr. Frisby made his check out
For sixty-eight dollars, clear
And he said ‘You and your big cheeks have got me’
Along with ‘Disarm’ and ‘Flooded Quarry’
Turn off the base with the beat-box detox
Pull off the pace,
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
all the time
Check out your mind
Check out your mind
Check out your mind
Trust in me and I in you
No matter what you see me do
I'm doing me for all
in your eyes
I can see it when you laugh at me
Look down on me and walk around on me
Just one more fight about your leadership
And I will
go wrong if you take a song
Sung by Frankie Boy or Mr. C
Put 'em in a box, tie 'em with a ribbon
Throw 'em in the deep blue sea
Not for me, all that
refuse
She wanna ride me like a cruise
And I'm not tryna lose
Then you're left in the dust
Unless I stuck by ya
You're a sunflower
I think your
coming for sure
Them bad bitches be flocking soon as we come in the door
Young Philly nigga fuck a check up on your main ho
Busting down the Rollie
speaking about, then say something
I check my in-box ten times and ain't nothin'
You probably busy doin' something sexy
I just hope I'm in your thoughts
me by the hand
If you want to
I think this is how love goes
Check yes or no"
Now we're grown up and she's my wife
Still like two kids with stars
blue sea
And you won't go wrong if you take a song
Sung by Frankie Boy or Mr. C
Put 'em in a box, tie 'em with a ribbon
Throw 'em in the deep blue
of what your mouth told
Sweat for the lemonade, sweat for the tea
Sweat from the hot sauce, sweat from the D
And you can sweat from a burn in
check, check it out)
You know the buck don't stop here, but the buck started here
That's why you gotta put my heart in here, to give you that
old funky
maybe longer keep in touch
Thanks for dropping by and have a nice day
The check's in the mail, hey! You're beautiful
Don't ever change you know what I
si es que alguien las contó
Check all your inbox for my message
Kids try make beat box out of the park
One losted hommie can not breath now
Yo con la
After laughter, comes tears
Yo check yo yo, check the script
Me and the gods get it ripped
Blunts in the dip, forty dogs in my lip
Had a box
Misdirected girls in town just a layin' down by a pool.
Check the scene check all 'round
Be sure 'n act a fool.
You don't even know your name.
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