İce Cube - Check Yo Self

**Prof. Dr. Sinsi** · 11-29-2012

Chorus:
So come on and chick-ity-check yo self before you wreck yo self

You betta check yo self for you wreck yo self
Cause Im bad for your health
I come real stealth
Droppin bombs on ya moms, fuck 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 Im not a sucka, sittin in a house of pain
And no Im not the butler, Ill cut ya
Head-butt ya, you say you cant touch this
And I wouldnt touch ya, punk motherfucker
Here to let you know boy, oh boy
I make dough, but dont call me dough-boy
This aint no fuckin picture
A guy or bitch-a, my nigga get wit ya
And hit ya, makin they yack to the neck
So you better run a check

Chorus

Tricks wanna step to cube and then they get played
Cause they bitch may pullin out a switchblade
Thats kinda trifle, cause thats a knife-o ak-47, assault rifle
Hold the fifty, Im nifty now, [watch out now]
I hate motherfuckers 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
Youre 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

Chorus
Big dicks in ya ass is bad for your health

If youre 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 Im aimin em
Will I bus or keep you guessin
Cause fuck you and that shit ya stressin
Bitch, 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
Bitch is a miami hurricane head
Sprung, niggas call her lips and lungs
Nappy dugout, get the fuck out
Cause women like you gets no respect
Bitch, you better run a check

Chorus

Cause bitches like you is bad for my health
Cause the lench mob is bad for ya health

Nine-trey, remix, old school tip, yeah
Its like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder how I keep from goin under

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11-29-2012	#1
Prof. Dr. Sinsi	İce Cube - Check Yo Self Chorus: So come on and chick-ity-check yo self before you wreck yo self You betta check yo self for you wreck yo self Cause Im bad for your health I come real stealth Droppin bombs on ya moms, fuck 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 Im not a sucka, sittin in a house of pain And no Im not the butler, Ill cut ya Head-butt ya, you say you cant touch this And I wouldnt touch ya, punk motherfucker Here to let you know boy, oh boy I make dough, but dont call me dough-boy This aint no fuckin picture A guy or bitch-a, my nigga get wit ya And hit ya, makin they yack to the neck So you better run a check Chorus Tricks wanna step to cube and then they get played Cause they bitch may pullin out a switchblade Thats kinda trifle, cause thats a knife-o ak-47, assault rifle Hold the fifty, Im nifty now, [watch out now] I hate motherfuckers 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 Youre 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 Chorus Big dicks in ya ass is bad for your health If youre 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 Im aimin em Will I bus or keep you guessin Cause fuck you and that shit ya stressin Bitch, 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 Bitch is a miami hurricane head Sprung, niggas call her lips and lungs Nappy dugout, get the fuck out Cause women like you gets no respect Bitch, you better run a check Chorus Cause bitches like you is bad for my health Cause the lench mob is bad for ya health Nine-trey, remix, old school tip, yeah Its like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder how I keep from goin under