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Check Yo Self (feat. Das EFX)
Ice Cube
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So come on and chick-ity-check yo self Before you wreck yo self Check, check You betta check yo self For you wreck yo self 'Cause I'm bad for your health I come real stealth Droppin' bombs on ya moms **** car alarms Do without one mother nigga wit yo alpine Sold it for six-o, always let tricks know And friends know, we got that indoe Yo, I'm not a sucka sittin' in a house of pain And no I'm not the butler, I'll cut ya head-butt ya You say you can't touch this And I wouldn't touch ya, punk mother****er Here to let you know boy, oh boy I make dough, but don't call me dough-boy This ain't no ****in' motion picture A guy or b***h-a, my nigga get wit ya And hit ya, makin' they yack to the neck So you better run a check So come on and chick-ity-check yo self Before you wreck yo self Chick-ity-check yo self Before you wreck yo self Yo, common, chick-ity-check yo self Before you wreck yo self 'Cause shotgun bullets Are bad for your health Tricks wanna step to cube and then they get played 'Cause they b***h may pullin out a switchblade That's kinda trifle 'Cause that's a knife-o AK-47 assault rifle Hold the fifty, I' nifty now Gotta a new style, watch out now I hate mother****ers Claimin' that they foldin' Bank but steady talkin shit in the holdin' Tank first you wanna step to me Now your ass screamin' for the deputy They send you to Charlie-Baker-Denver row Now the runnin' up in ya slow You're God, used to be the Don Juan Now your name is just Twan Switch it, snap it, rollin your eyes and neck You better run a check So chick-ity-check yo self Before you wreck yo self Come on an' chick-ity-check yo self Before you wreck yo self So chick-ity-check yo self Before you wreck yo self Big d**ks in ya ass is bad for your health Come, yeah If you're foul You better run a make on that license plate You coulda had a V8 Instead of a trey-eight slug to ya cranium I got six and I'm aimin' em Will I bust or keep you guessin' 'Cause **** you and that shit ya stressin' B***h, get off the wood, you no good There goes the neighborhood hooker Go ahead and keep your drawers Givin' up the claps and who needs applause At a time like this, pop ya coochie and ya dead B***h is a Miami hurricane head Sprung, niggas call her lips and lungs Nappy dugout, get the **** out 'Cause women like you gets no respect B***h, you better run a check So chick-ity-check yo self Before you wreck yo self So chick-ity-check yo self Before you wreck yo self Come on an' chick-ity-check yo self Before you wreck yo self 'Cause b*****s like you Is bad for my health So chick-ity-check yo self Before you wreck yo self So chick-ity-check yo self Before you wreck yo self Come on an' chick-ity-check yo self Before you wreck yo self So chick-ity-check yo self Before you wreck yo self So chick-ity-check yo self Before you wreck yo self Come on an' chick-ity-check yo self Before you wreck yo self 'Cause the lench mob Is bad for ya health Nine-trey, remix Old school tip, yeah It's like a jungle Sometimes it makes me wonder How I keep from goin' under?
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