Lyrics:
hot then, check your flame
If what you spittin ain't hittin then, check your aim
Your record sales start to slip and then, Nelly to blame
Now who you
havnt been doin yo fact checks,
I want big checks,
Till the day of my death!
Look at me always be rocking the best,
Look at me hair growin out of my
known at the time for hits from Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam and they had this massive hit by the Backstreet Boys, All I Have To Give. Every so often I rip him
Chuck Taylors
Dark fat laces and fetti with big-ass faces
Blue gators (?), X.O. by the cases
The rider ringleader with weed and my zag smashin
Ya bang
stay real when it's time to peel
Caps, no doubt, hah I check the house
Cause I ain't gon be satisfied till all ya'll stressed out
That's a fuckin
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
guessin' off of hip-hop occupation.
We don't give a fuck 'bout MTV or your local radio station.
Kottonmouth kings serves the under ground nation.
Oh
stay real when it's time to peel
Caps, no doubt, hah I check the house
Cause I ain't gon be satisfied till all ya'll stressed out
That's a fuckin
to Biggie, Big L, Pac, and Isaac Hayes
I remember back to 1993, Know the Ledge was my shit, by Rakim and Eric B
I had so much love for Bone Thugs
They showed
office lounge again
People came to the show 91x FM
Peppers on the radio
Oh my god it must have been 20 years ago
A pay check could buy five cd's
But now
Third take, Check
This that big Mac by the spire
King Kong in my empire
Using speech freely send it to your Dom got mind power
Controlling the mind
Your molecules are now in motion
Hypnotic effect
So check the way you move
on your complexes
Inferiority complex
I got you carrying glocks
shit here
Check this out
Let me here ya say
Woof! motherfucker, Woof! motherfucker
Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (come on, everybody say)
shit here
Check this out
Let me here ya say
Woof! motherfucker, Woof! motherfucker
Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (come on, everybody say)
press fast forward
Got beef with radio if I don't play they show
They don't play my hit's, well
I don't give a shit, so
Rap mags try and use my black ass
let niggaz they don't understand (what's the master plan)
I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erb
So check me out, see
Once in a while
this 'Behind the Music'
With Lynard Skynard?"
And I say I don't know
Say, it's gettin' late, watcha wanna do for dinner?
She says "I kinda had a big
Around the corner to Where the flex
Yea we call that the horna
And I got some stories for yall. So check it out
I was chilling by booth 15
Drinking to get
my baby back
To the heart of Harlem
Big sister had a group
And they'd sit out on the stoop
And Lordy could they harmonize (Oh yeah)
My cousin
I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erb
So check me out, see
Once in a while when niggas be trying to test me I gets frisky
Grab a pint
by the old
It valuable more than diamond and gold
Reggae music coming like food to your soul
So check out mi catalogue me got in store
And constantly
the old school
88 fade
Press PLAY
I live by the old rules
Like the old school eses
Boyle Heights
PRIMO
Orale!
Big Luis
RIP OG Jose Solis
One for the town
on
KID from the old school
88 fade
Press PLAY
I live by the old rules
Like the old school eses
Boyle Heights
PRIMO
Orale!
Big Luis
RIP OG Jose Solis
One
shit here
Check this out
Let me here ya say
Woof! motherfucker, Woof! motherfucker
Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay (come on, everybody say)
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