Busta Rhymes - Woo-Hah! Got You All In Check

Intro/outro 2x: busta rhymes (and odb singin some crazy stuff)

Y’alllll y’alllll y’alllll, y’all
Y’alllll y’alllll y’alllll, y’all
Y’alllll y’alllll y’alllll, y’all
Y’alllll y’alllll y’alllll, y’all

Chorus: busta rhymes, ol dirty bastard

The flip mode is the squad that controls your set
Woo-hah!! got you all in check

We on some outta state shoot like you watch star trek
Woo-hah!! got you all in check

You better keep my music bangin till it disconnect
Woo-hah!! got you all in check

Architects gettin money let me cash my check
Woo-hah!! got you all in check

Verse one: busta rhymes, ol dirty bastard

Busta rhymes up in the place with the oh-dee-bee
Busta rhymes you rhyme (dirty) whaaaat? (you rhyme after me)
The oh-dee-bee was nominated for a grammy
Congratulations bust with your solo elllllll-peeeh!!!
Puttin scratches in my lyrics like my name was kid capri
Blow up the spot, regardless of your nationality
And I’m the dirty dawg can’t uh (nuhzza uhzza nizza uh!) with meeee? ? ?
Took mariah on a fantasy!! yo
I had a wet dream that I was ------ jody wately
Doin wild shzz a nuh ain’t allowed to see
But we about to blow up the spot momentarily
Woo-hah!! ran stupid all throughout the country
And for youse to kill me? that wasn’t meants to be
I know it feel good muthafuh want the recipe!!
And whose the vigilante, in the place to be
The oh-dee-bee
Busta rhymes real quality!
My top philosophy, is to be the, volunatarily
Nuh, that rip your ass for free, ha-hah-hah, hah!

Intro/outro 1/2

Ohh baby I like it ra www, get with me!
Baby it’s frrrrrrreal ecstasy!
Yo ev-ery-time I design a flow, you see in 3d
Flow listening to me
Knock a nuh out, one two three!

Chorus

Interlude: ol dirty bastard

Dibby dabby dibbi dah, then I pass a lot
Let me get more hot, represent the spot
A mad squad when it comes to the art of rappin
I gotta keep your hands clappin
When you look at me, the type of guy I be
I’m a dirty dancer, making girlies panties move
Let them fly so I can blast up the duh
Girlies watch sayin "god, stop getting me hot!"

Verse two: busta rhymes, ol dirty bastard

May I talk shhh, yo kill the yappin
Word is bond baby, tell me how you look so smashin
Now I got your head hurt, you need an aspirin
Bashin your head in the wall, time for some action!
If you want a small piece well here’s a fraction
Of shhh that will bust your head quick, peep the transaction
Of how we keep muthafuh constantly crashin
They flyin with, think no shifts, now whose the champion?
I bring the wicked flow, like the latest fashion
Satisfaction baby keep your camera flashin

I was bust in the sperm cells mixed with old gold
Funkest mode, ’fore-you-should-list.., some go
Played for a wild irish rose
Bad uh nuh slam buh with no clothes
In the backseat of a ’back sixty-nine oldsmoz
Are your soles and toes in the windows? oh my, huh, zzzoom
Hey believe me when I say so
You’re in need ofarealnigc-ka-ka-ka-crambole

Chorus

Intro/outro

Blue October - Drilled A Wire Through My Check

I try to stay on top of you
To hold your body down
Your shaking seems to hinder
Every grap that I have found

Moving every inch around me
To defuse your private bomb
I stretch myself surrounding
And protecting you from harm

I use a wallet for your mouth
So when you bite you will not bleed
I drilled a wire through my cheek
And let it down and out my sleeve

And as your pulling out the best of me
Yeah which never ever comes
This wires all thats left of me
And its hooked within my gums
within my gums...

So drill it, so drill it
So hard
Feel it
[Kirk screaming]

So drill it, so drill it
So hard
Feel it
[Kirk screaming]

Its proof to show that I bleed for this
And ive cut myself the shame
But to get to know this macicist
Who has stolen my first name

Pretending he′s a teacher
Holding all my weight at ease
Yet the teacher seems to split in two
Destroying both his knees

Now crawling I position myself
Below your broken wing
I lift your featherd left arm
Where you hide your heart for me

I never noticed it was swolen
With the touch of brutal pain
I never knew a heart could live inside
The rust from all your rain
all your rain...

So drill it, so drill it
so hard
feel it
[Kirk screaming]

So drill it, so drill it
so hard
feel it
[Kirk screaming]

I didnt think to bring a wash cloth
And rub away the dirt
Myself and I we share
This barely beating heart of hurt

And when the hurt comes theres an argument,
A fight to save a smile
A small attack on human tears
To dry them for a while

A dream we all should count on ;
Yeah a vision i believe
Where confidence is found
Attached to wires on our sleeve

Where lonelyness is history
Told to pack your shit and leave
Where guidance is a fortune
Told to help in time of need

And were crying emits secrets
Its the art of how we greiv
And lessons are the key
To every goal I will acheive
I will achieve

So drill it, so drill it
So hard
Feel it
[Kirk screaming]
So drill it, so drill it
So hard
Feel it
[Kirk screaming]

So drill it, so drill it
so hard
feel it
[Kirk screaming]

So drill it, so drill it
so hard
feel it
[Kirk sreaming]

Krec - Ближе (feat. Check & Баста)

Прижмись ко мне ближе, прошу мою руку не отпускай
Пока еще дышишь, наш остров любви похожий на рай
От каменных вышек мы пойдем вдоль по тихой реке,
Прижмись ко мне ближе, и мы растворимся в домашнем тепле

Открой окно, оставь в покое,
Рисуй, но только не срывай обои.
Так близок холод голых стен,
Низок облик подлых стерв
Как вызов гонит гордый гнев.
Корабль сел на мель пустыни,
Твой парус свис к пескам, как тина
Где ночь, где день, где ты, я?
Где шлейф, а ты тепло камина
И как исчезнуть сохраня,
Поставь на место, застели,
Смотри мы снова на мели
Не жди, не медли, не реви,
Твой страх ревнив, покой верни
В тени луны холодный мир
Стекает прописью чернил
Мультфильмы чередуются с боевиками
Верна ли, с кем выпивает, говорит ночами.
Одним нажатием кнопки, будни и гудки.
Рассей по миру ветер, но освободи в груди
Мне так нужно тепло ее глаз
Мне так нужно тепло человеческих рук
Мне так нужно тепло человеческих глаз
Мне так нужно тепло человеческих слов
Чтобы не стать мертвым айсбергом в городе льда

Последний выстрел, нет права на промах
Усталость, так жаль, что не осталось патронов
В обойме, голос знакомый шепчет запомни,
Пустыми обещаниями семью не прокормишь
Страх гонит людей вперед, делай то, что обязан.
Тяжело без подвязок, слишком много препятствий
Ценой порванных связок, мэн, ты должен прорваться
Хватайся, судьба может не даст второй шанс нам
Опасность остаться бедным и всеми забытым
Как в панцирь я прячу душу, лишь дома открытый
Ни слова о клипах и всем этом бешеном беге,
Беспокойство и нежность как в заснеженной келье
В угол сложены стрелы, слышу звук колыбельной
Из спальни, там, где мой сын видит сны, парят феи,
Морфея молю о том, чтоб был щедр и добр
К тем, кто так близок мне по жизни и дорог.

Я много лет в этой игре,
И все мои треки — один большой автопортрет.
Молюсь о том, чтобы мой дух не ослеп,
Надеюсь оставить на этой дороге свой след
И я не стал своим в этом ремесле
И все мое досье уместиться в одной звуковой полосе
Мне стукнет тридцать, когда наступит апрель,
Скажи, стал ли Баста мудрей или тупо постарел
О чем ты мечтаешь, задувая свечу на торте,
Кто с тобой рядом кенты или так с понтом,
С кровью и потом или через порево в койке
Что это искренний блюз или фальш мимо тона
С кем ты в одной обойме,
Чей голос на повторе в твоем айподе, эй напой мне.
Жизнь — болезнь, которой я неизлечимо болен,
И закован в оковы холодным Вабилоном.
Давно не спасает от боли толщина стен,
И я ухожу в себя спасаясь от непрошенных гостей.
Мечта, как побитый молью, ветхий гобелен,
Билет в один конец и недописанный куплет
Лейблы лепят фэйковый плохо продуманный блеф,
Цель этой игры в итоге оставить тебя не с чем.
Пишу не ради якобы занятой ниши,
Просто по-другому никак в этом городе каменных вышек

Nicki Minaj - Check It Out

Oh ooh (x4)

[Will.i.am]
Step up in the party like my name was Mr. T
All these hating naggers ain’t got nothing on me.
Honestly I gotta stay as fly as I can be
If you lick and roll it you get super OG
Mine is always ? cause I′m fly, fly, fly
Dummies they can’t touch me cause I′m floating sky high
I stay nigga-rific you don’t need to ask why
You can try and see with your eyes

[Bridge]
I can’t believe it, it’s so amazing.
This club is heating, this party’s blazing.
I can’t believe it, this beat is banging.
I can’t believe it, I can’t believe i-it.

[Chorus]
(Hey) Check It Out (x10)
(Yeah yeah, I’m feeling it now-ow)
Check It Out (x3)

[Nicki Minaj]
Stepped up in the party like my name was “that b***h”.
All these haters mad because I’m so established.
They know I’m a beast, yeah I’m a f**king savage
Haters you can kill yourself.
In my space shuttle and I’m not coming down
I’m a stereo and she’s just so monotone
Sometimes it’s just me and all my bottles all alone
I ain’t coming back this time.

[Chorus]
(Hey) Check It Out (x10)
(Yeah yeah, I’m feeling it now-ow)
Check It Out (x3)
Check this mother-f**ker OUT!
It got me in the club, in the club, just rocking like this…

The DunDun
The sun done
Yep, the sun done
Came up, but we still up in dungeon
The DunDun
Yep, in London
Competition, why yes I would love some
How the f**k they get mad cause they run done.
Mad cause I’m getting money in abundance
Man I can’t even count all of these hundreds
Duffle bag every time I go to SunTrust
I leave the rest just to collect interest
I mean interest
F**k my nemesis
Exclamation… just for emphasis
And I don’t sympathize, cause you a simple b***h
I just pop up on these hoes on some pimple sh*t
And put the iron to your face you old wrinkled b***h

We just had to kill it
We on the radio hotter than a skillet
We in the club making party people holla
Money in the bank we be getting top dollar
I’m a big baller,
You a little smaller
Step up to my level, you need to grow a little taller
I’m shot caller
Get up off my collar
You a Chihuahua
I’m a Rottweiler

[Bridge]
I can’t believe it, it’s so amazing.
I can’t believe it, this beat is banging.
I can’t believe it, it’s so amazing.
I can’t believe it, I can’t believe i-it.

[Chorus]
(Hey) Check It Out (x10)
Check It Out (x3)

Beyonce - Check on It

(Slim Thug)
You need to stop playin′ round
with all them clowns and the wangstas
Good girls gotta get down with the gangstas
Go ahead girl put some back and some neck up on it
While I stand up in the background and check up on it

Chorus:
Ooo boy you looking like you like what you see
Won′t you come over and check up on it (I′ma let you work up
on it)
Ladies let him check up on it (Watch it while he check up on
it)
Dip it, pop it, twirk it, stop it
Check on me tonight

Verse 1 (Beyonce):
If you got it, flaunt it
Boy I know you want it (Ooo)
While I turn around (you)
Watch me check up on it
Ooo, you watchin′ me shake it
I see it in your face
You can′t take it, it′s blazin′
You watch me in amazement

You can look at it
As long as you don′t grab it (Ooo)
If you don′t go braggin′ (you)
I might let you have it
You think that I′m teasin′
But I ain′t got no reason
I′m sure that I can please you
But first I gotta read you

Chorus:
Ooo boy you looking like you like what you see
Won′t you come over and check up on it (I′ma let you work up
on it)
Ladies let him check up on it (Watch it while he check up on
it)
Dip it, pop it, twirk it, stop it
Check on me tonight

Ooo boy you looking like you like what you see
Won′t you come over and check up on it (I′ma let you work up
on it)
Ladies let him check up on it (Watch it while he check up on
it)
Dip it, pop it, twirk it, stop it
Check on me tonight

Verse 2 (Beyonce):
I can tell you wanna taste it
But I′m gon′ make you chase it (Ooo)
Got to be patient (you)
I like my men patient, more patient
Your take might get you in more places
You can′t be abrasive
You have to know what pace is

If I let you get up on it
You got to make a promise (Ooo)
That you gon′ put it on me (you)
Like no one′s put it on me
Don′t bore me, just show me (no)
All men talk but don′t please
I can be a tease
But I really wanna please you

Chorus:
Ooo boy you looking like you like what you see
Won′t you come over and check up on it (I′ma let you work up
on it)
Ladies let him check up on it (Watch it while he check up on
it)
Dip it, pop it, twirk it, stop it
Check on me tonight

Ooo boy you looking like you like what you see
Won′t you come over and check up on it (I′ma let you work up
on it)
Ladies let him check up on it (Watch it while he check up on
it)
Dip it, pop it, twirk it, stop it
Check on me tonight

(Slim Thug)
I′m checkin′ on you
Boo, do what you do
While you dance, I′ma glance at this beautiful view
Keep my hands in my pants
I need to glue ‘em with glue
I′m in a trance, all eyes on you and your crew (that′s
right)
My man′s don′t dance, but can feel ya′ll bump and grind
(bump and grind)
It won′t hurt if you gon′ try one time (it won′t hurt)
They all hot but let me see, this one′s mine
It′s Slim Thugga and DC outa H-Town

Лион - В урбане (feat. Krec & Check)

Я вижу дым брат, повсюду трубы машин
Как закружила нас в урбане жизнь
Нужно спешить, но мы тупо лежим
Хочешь успеть врубай турборежим
Улицы дышат музыкой, я слышу их пульс

В обменниках все как обычно, заниженный курс
Я нашел свою нишу, отдушину грусть
Дисс игра для детишек, напишет и пусть
Вас палят также как платы кротким замыканьем
Витрины полны сигарет, коробки с привыканьем
Уставы каменного леса и тонны инструкций
Кварталы, этажи железобетонных конструкций
Там где тусуют, в подъездах где дуют и трутся
Пацаны с улиц на розовый тон не ведутся
Эти витрины не обдурят и темы не тулят
Пока вы там делали демо, мы делали пули
Все эти группы однодневки потом пропадут
Давай ты же не девка, выжимай катапульт
Перематывай жизнь, нажимай как на пульт
Суть свою не забудь, не превращай это в культ
Я тут карабкаюсь среди асфальта, стираю лапы
А ты себе сиди на сайтах, по диалапу
Я дарю эту капу всем городам и районам
Киева, Харькова, Питера, Москвы и твоего мааан
Я вижу дым брат, повсюду трубы машин
Как закружила нас в урбане жизнь
Нужно спешить, но мы тупо лежим
Хочешь успеть врубай турборежим
Город ветров кутает тело в холодный бетон
Он обвивает нашу жизнь как голодный питон
Огромный кинг-конг, мы каждый день как настольный пинг-понг
Запомни пин-код или забудь про законы замков
Нормальный прикол лететь высоко
Осталось лишь сделать за год, у злых языков не хватит мозгов
Летс гоу брачооо, лица не прячем в масках
В Москоу бываем чаще, чем предки на даче
Крепкий черный, тачки, на зачетных катках
Первые три передачи чтобы взмыть в облака
*** плюс огромный экран
Ленинсккий, Дачный, Стачек, не зеленых прудах
Храмы на холмах, граммы на руках снова
Можешь не вникать, если вдруг не в кайф город
Питер и Москва, Киев и сюда хором
Двигаем хип-хап дружба на века вораааа
Я вижу дым брат, повсюду трубы машин
Как закружила нас в урбане жизнь
Нужно спешить, но мы тупо лежим
Хочешь успеть врубай турборежим
Город ярких контрастов, споры, ярости, трассы
Я человек, не верю предъявите паспорт
В лабиринтах станций, снова грязные танцы
Метро-родео, офигели бы даже испанцы
Раста *** ман, из плеера ритмы Боб Марли
Пальцы скользят, по дереву грифа гитары
Рифмы, очерки дней, во все края круглого шара
Летят быстрей чем тысячи крупных корсаров
Город-котел где люди варятся словно креветки
Город-пауц плетет паутину звонкой монетой
Стороны света отделяют рисунок от тьмы
Города слепок слеп, ему не купить наши сны
Людские *** слова стекают как острые плети
Любившие рубль сперва, долларом пойманы в сети
Но не успеть им заграбастать наследие раста
С новым куплетом я забрался на сцену для братства
Деревья обнялись как старые друзья
Над ними во все стороны кочуют облака
Белее молока, город холодный великан
Но даже в декабре нам дарит солнце Джа Джа Джа

Placebo - Pay Check

Consumed by the one′s who made herВ
She′s a faker, always let′s me downВ
dressed up like a capital shaker
pull the ????
I′ll have your guts for garters, just for starters
don′t you make me frown
she could′ve been a nutter
so I had to cut the mother down
Slacker, wasting half is life on sniffing glue
now he′s a foreman working for the red the white and blue
plain sailing, safe surfing
public peeling, back stab.

Confused by the one′s who break herВ
She′s a faker, never makes a soundВ
undressed like a (?sodium ferry?)В
buy a share, pay her by the poundВ
I′ll have your face for breakfastВ
I′m in excess, neither lost nor foundВ
She could′ve been a nutter
So I had to cut the mother down
Slacker, wasted hals is life on speedВ
now he′s reformed and working for the red the white and blue
plain sailing, shoulder rubbing
dental flossing, back stab.

Pay - check, Pay - check.

Save the best for later
Be careful not to stain the sheets now
You god damn liar
Take me higher.

I never wanted the real thing, I never wanted the real thing
I never wanted the real thing, I never wanted the real thing
I never wanted the real thing, I never wanted the real thing
I never wanted the real thing.

Slacker, wasted half is life on sniffing glue
now he′s reformed, working for the red the white and blue
plain sailing, wife swapping
stool pigeon, back stab.

Pay - check, Pay - check.

Save the best for later
be careful not to stain the sheets now
you god damn liar
pants on fire.

Cold ????
But this one really takes the pissВ
It′s likely to proquandry
I deserve so much more than this.В
PlaceboLyrics Index

Beck - Canceled Check

I hate to do this
But you′re a pain in the neck
I thought you knew this
You′re handing me a canceled check
You′re so helpless
Your girlfriends think you′re a saint
I′ll give you a quarter
I′ll keep my judgements to myself
And I get caught up
In the moonlight
Reaching out for a rotten egg
I don′t want to beg
It′s crystal clear
Your time is nearly gone
Count your blessings
And do the things that you should
O the has-beens
That never had it so good
Stormy weather
The kids are making a racket
In the wilderness
The wild lives are so mild
And I get caught up
In the moonlight
Reaching out for a rotten egg
I don′t wanna beg
It′s crystal clear your time is nearly gone
Awe
And I get caught up
In the moonlight
Reaching out for a rotten egg
I don′t wanna beg

Beastie Boys - Ch-Check It Out

All you trekkies and tv addicts
Don′t mean to diss
Don′t mean to bring static
All you klingons in the fucking house
Grab your backstreet friend and get loud
Blowin′ doors off hinges
I′ll grab you with the pinchers
And no i didn′t retire
I′ll snatch you up
With the needle nose pliers

Like mutual of omaha
Got the ill boat
You′ve never seen before
Gliding in the glades
And like lorne greene
You know i get paid
Like caprese and with the basil
Not goofy like darren or hazel
I′m a mother fucking nick at night with
Classics rerunning that you know all right
Now remain calm no alarm
Cause my farm ain′t fat
So what′s up with that
I′ve got friends and family that i respect
When i think 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 just don′t stop
Guaranteed to make your body rock

Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
What-wha-what-what-what′s it all about
Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out
Let′s turn this motherfuckin′ party out

Said, "doc what′s the condition
I′m a man that′s on a mission"
Said, "son, you′d better listen
Stuck in your ass
Is an electrician"
Like a scientist
Mmmm when i′m applying this
Method of controlling my mind
Like einstein and the rappin′ duke combined
Hey baby bubba now what the deal
I didn′t know you go for that mass appeal
Some call it salugi
Some hot potato
I stole your mic and you won′t see it later
Cause i work magic like a magician
I add up like a mathematician
I′m a bank cashier
Engineer
I wear cotton but i don′t wear sheer

Shazam and abracadabra
In the whip i′m gonna cruise past ya
Yo money, don′t chump yourself
Put that shit back on the shelf
Light rays blazin′
You′re out of phase
And my crews amazin′
We′re working on the record yo
So stay patient

Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
What-wha-what-what-what′s it all about
Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out
Let′s turn this motherfuckin′ party out

Now, i go by the name of the king adrock
I don′t wear a cup nor a jock
I bring the shit that′s beyond bizarre
Like miss piggy
Who moi
I am the one with the clientele.
You say, "adrock, you rock so well"
I′ve got class like pink champale
Mca grab the mic before the mic goes stale

Don′t test me
They can′t arrest me
I′ll fake right cross-over and shoot lefty
You look upset, yo calm down
You look cable guy dunked off of your crown
I flow like smoke out a chimney
You never been me
You wanna rap but what you′re making ain′t hip hop b

Get your clothes right out the dryer
Put armor all up on your tire
Sport that fresh attire
Tonight we goin′ out set the town on fire
Set the town ablaze
Gonna stun and amaze
Ready to throw a craze
Make your granny shake her head
And say, "those were the days"

Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
What-wha-what-what-what′s it all about
Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out
Let′s turn this motherfuckin′ party out

Schokk - Check It (RES Promo)

Пиши что фаны мои сдулись, что я вес потерял,
Но это не изменит факта, что я всех вас ебал,
Я прорвался между толпами дебилов и фейков,
Чем выше ты, чем больше фейм и тут же тысячи хейтов.
Я читаю о себе больше, чем знаю, как странно,
Ведь говорят, что я никто, но говорят постоянно.
Я в бегах и каждый спорит, не пиар ли всё это.
Всё что вокруг тебя за год, я повидал за неделю,
Моя жизнь для тебя - Action фильм, а для меня - будни,
Из-за таких как я, таких как ты, бросают подруги.
Я чаще VIP, чем дома, да мой менеджер - чурка,
Тебя вопрос ебёт кто я: хачик, еврей или русский,
Я тот, кто я хочу, я сам решаю где я и кто я,
А ты блядь пешка и тобою правит мнение толп.
Мне за два года обещали раз сорок сломать от пяток до носа,
Но до сих пор не попытался никто, блядь.
Я ваше пиздабольство в рот ебал, сосед мой докажет,
Как только денег соберёт, и себе челюсть закажет.
Со мной не шутки, я больной и мне похуй,
Если весь Дойчланд на сиренах и в погоне за Шокком.
Если весь форум на ушах стоит,бесплатное промо,
Мне поебать,веришь ли ты чего мне хватает что споришь.
Я новый РусРэп президент, не бери с меня пример.
Я продам в пакетах шору, а не диски и микстейпы,
До пизды,кто ты такой, я проглатил десять колёс,
И за неделю пылесосил по три кило через нос,
Ты веришь в каждое слово, значит и мать твоя шлюха,
Тебе решать, а не кому-то, выключать или слушать.

Ice Cube - Chin Check

[911 dispatch] 911, forty reporting
[woman] hello 911, help me, help me
[911 dispatch] what is your emergency
[woman] there′s someone in my house, there′s someone in my house
[911 dispatch] can you please run by your address for me
[woman] 151 Shenedoah, Shenendoah
[911 dispatch] ma′am where inside the house are you
[woman] (oh my god)
[911 dispatch] ma′am where inside the house are you
[woman] in my room, their in my room
[911 dispatch] ma′am calm down, deputies are on the way
is the door locked
[woman] (shriek)
[911 dispatch] ma′am?

[2x] N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a

[Ice Cube]
(N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a) What the fuck′s up Dre
[Dr Dre]
You tell me, you talk to Ren
[MC Ren]
Im right here nigga
(N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a) Release the hound
[Snoop Dogg]
Bow wow wow
Wha wha wha what what what, what

[Ice Cube]
I′m a Nigga Wit an Attitude thanks to y′all
And I don′t give a fuck I keep it gangsta y′all
I′ma ride for my side in the C.P.T.
God bless the memory of Eazy-E
If it wadn′t for me where the fuck you′d be?
Rappin like the Treacherous Three, fuckin cowards
I′d have seen Dre rockin parties for hours
And I′d have seen Ren fuckin bitches from Howard
And I′d have seen Snoop give away Eddie Bauer′s
So fuck Jerry Heller and the white superpowers

[MC Ren]
This the shit niggaz kill for
They hear the villain niggaz spittin′ with them nigga flows
Fuck you hoes, fuck you bitch ass niggaz too
Got something for you broke
These niggaz wearin′ skirts like the pope
Who them niggaz that you love to get (us)
Who them niggaz that you fuckin′ wit′ (us)
Love the girl that weed and shit (what)
The saga continues, with the worlds most dangerous group
Four deep in the coup
(Im a spill it)

[Chorus]
I′ma smoke where I wanna smoke (fuck that)
I′ma choke who I wanna choke (fuck that)
I′ma ride where I wanna ride (fuck that)
cause I′ma nigga 4 life, so I′ma nigga til I diz-ie
(N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a)
I′ma smoke where I wanna smoke (fuck that)
I′ma choke who I wanna choke (fuck that)
(N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a)
I′ma ride where I wanna ride (fuck that)
cause I′ma nigga 4 life, so I′ma motherfuckin nigga til I diz-ie

[Dr Dre]
A pencil, a pen, or a glock
Im the original, subliminal, subterranium
Titianium, criminal minded, swift
D-R-E with that fuck a bitch shit (fuck a biatch)
A couple o′ notes and get you hog-tied in rope
Dope like tons of coke, cutthroat
You don′t want the pistols to whistle
Candy paint impala
I make hoes pop collars

[Snoop Dogg]
God damn hoes, here we go again
Fuckin with Ren, playin′ to win
(he got the) coke in hand, (I got the) juice and gin
Same shit you was fuckin wit way back then
We keep it crackin′ from the actin to the jackin
G′ed up C′ed up motherfucker blaze the weed up
We all on deck fool so put your heat up
I stay on deck so me don′t get wet

[Ice Cube]
Look my nigga, we can scatter like buckshots
Let′s get together, make a record, why the fuck not?
[MC Ren] Why the fuck not?
[Dr Dre] Why the fuck not?
[Snoop Dogg] Why the fuck not?
[Ice Cube] Cause I′m tight as the night
I had to wipe activator off the mic, in 1985

[Snoop Dogg]
(N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a)
Real niggaz, biatch, you know, ha hah

[Ice Cube]
We cause tragedy, erratically
Systematically, in your house without a key
How fucked up that′d be
Gat′ll be near your anatomy, my form of flattery

[Dr Dre]
Assault and battery, cus we coming with that street mentality
Straight west coast rider academy
Concrete nigga, that′s my reality
[Snoop Dogg] We tend to bus′ on niggaz that get mad at me
[Dr Dre] Was it a bitch in the mix
[Snoop Dogg] Well it had to be

[Dr Dre]
Lying tricks told them dicks I had a key
Hoes make the world harder than it have to be
(Yea thats right)

[Chorus]
I′ma smoke where I wanna smoke (fuck that)
I′ma choke who I wanna choke (fuck that)
I′ma ride where I wanna ride (fuck that)
cause I′ma nigga 4 life, so I′ma nigga til I diz-ie

I′ma smoke where I wanna smoke (fuck that)
I′ma choke who I wanna choke (fuck that)
I′ma ride where I wanna ride (fuck that)
cause I′ma nigga 4 life, so I′ma motherfuckin nigga til I diz-ie

[6x] N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a

Ice Cube - Check Yo Self

Intro: Das EFX

Yeah! Word is bond!
Das EFX in this yaknowhatI′msayin
Straight from the sewer, word is bond!
Yeah! Yah! Ah-yeah! We doin this with my nigga
Where my nigga? Ice Cube in the motherfucker
Word is bond! (Yeah!)

Verse One: Ice Cube

You better check yo self before you wreck yo self
Cos I′m bad for your health, I come real stealth
Droppin bombs on ya moms, fuck car alarms
Doin foul crime, I′m that nigga wit′cha Alpine
Sold it for a six-o, always let tricks know
And friends know, we got the indo
No I′m not a sucker, sittin in a House of Pain
And no I′m not the butler, I′ll cut ya (Uh!)
Headbutt ya, you say you can′t touch this
And I wouldn′t touch ya, in fact motherfuck ya
Here to let you know boy, oh boy
I make dough but don′t call me DoughBoy
This ain′t no fuckin motion picture
A guy or bitch-a, I′ll get wit′cha
And hit ya, takin that yack to the neck
So you better run a check

Chorus One: Das EFX and Ice Cube

[Das] So come on and chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
Chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
Yeah, come on and check yo self before you wreck yo self
[Ice] Cause shotgun bullets are bad for your health

Hook: Das EFX

Mic-mic-microphone check (One, two! Check it!)
*repeat 2X*

Verse Two: Ice Cube

Tricks wanna step to Cube and then they get played
Cause they bitch may pullin out a switchblade
That′s kinda trifle, caise that′s a knife-o
AK-47, assault rifle
Hold the fifty, I′m nifty, pow
I gotta new style, "WATCH OUT NOW!"
I hate motherfuckers claimin that they foldin bank
But steady talkin shit in the holding tank
First you wanna step to me
Now your ass screamin for the deputy
They send you to Charlie-Baker-Denver row
Now they runnin up in ya slow
You′re gone, used to be the Don Juan (Check that shit out!)
Now your name is just Twan
Switch it, snap it, rollin your eyes and neck
You better run a check

Chorus Two: Das EFX and Ice Cube

[Das] So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
Come on and check yo self before you wrickity-wreck yo self
So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
[Ice] Cause big dicks up yo ass is bad for yo health

Hook

Verse Three: Ice Cube

If you′re foul, you better run a make on that license plate
You coulda had a V8
Instead of a tre-eight slug to the cranium (POOOOOW!)
I got six and I′m aimin em
Will I shoot or keep you guessin
Cause fuck you and that shit ya stressin
Bitch, get off the wood, you′re no good
There goes the neighbourhood hooker (Slut!)
Go ahead and keep your drawers
Givin up the claps and who needs applause
At a time like this, pop the coochie and ya dead
The bitch is a Miami Hurricane hit
Sprung, niggaz 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 Three: Das EFX and Ice Cube

[Das] So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
Come on and check yo self before you wrickity-wreck yo self
[Ice] Cause bitches like you is bad for my health

Hook

Chorus Three

Hook 3X

Zebrahead - Check

Coming hard core looking like a gangster bitch
Trying to front like you ain′t rolling filthy rich
Laguna Hills you were born and raised
But you?re claiming South Central is where you spent your days
Coming out hard talking crazy
Knowing in your mind that you really don′t fit
Standing up straight with a ganster lean
Talking ganster slang about what you seen

Take a chance kid, don′t fall down hard again

You better think twice before you come at me
Right through your dome I can clearly see
Hey little dog, you gonna bark all day?
Cause toe to toe, in the ring, is where I play
So you better step back and check yourself
Stop fronting and just be yourself
Cause no one cares what set your claiming
Till someone grabs their gun and starts their aiming
At you!

Tripping out cause you got no clout

Cause it ain′t about how hard you are
Try using your brain and you will go far
Be true to the color that you were born with
Not the color that you′re adorned with
So keep it real and always be true
And be yourself in all that you do
Stand up tall and get some respect
And always remember, keep yourself in check

AFI - The Checkered Demon

Too much to find,
So much so little time.
So many images persist to shade my mind.
Will I ever come around or will I just hit the ground?
Will I still be standing when it all comes down?
Why can′t I seem to sort it out?
Why am I always filled with doubt?
So many people everywhere,
So self absorbed without a care.
Of their viral lives,
I′d like to bleed them all.
When all is drained, who shall hold?
When mindless bodies screw tortured souls,
Will somebody be there to catch me when I fall?
Why can′t I seem to sort it out.
Why am I always filled with doubt.
How could I always be so blind?
Why can′t I figure it out.
I could always hope for change,
Could always hope to rearrange.
But why not just abandon hope and tear it all apart now?

Keri Hilson - Mic Check

(feat. Akon)

I let you talk, and even though you overreact,
I try to listen, didn′t give you any feedback
Every time I tell you what I need, you don′t care how much I bleed
Am I coming through? Check, 1, 2, 1, 2
Down to the wire, you′re over looking the red lights,
And every little issue is amplified
I′m feelin′ unheard, went back like reverb
Coming from my tears over you, 1, 2, 1, 2

Had to turn it up a notch (one notch), hate to fuss,
Better listen up, better listen up
Cause it′s over, I had enough, I′m tired of keeping it down
Not gonna bottle it up, you′re ′bout to hear me out

Mic check c′mon, mic check 1, 2, c′mon
It′s the final round, I′m ′bout to bounce,
Baby I′m out, can you hear me now?
Mic check c′mon, mic check 1, 2, c′mon
It′s the final round, I′m ′bout to bounce,
Baby I′m out, can′t you hear me now?

You cut me off ′fore I started, I′m not gon′ run it back,
You told me that I gave you static and I mean that
I mapped it out, I gave you clues, now I′m blowing a fuse,
Am I getting through? Check 1, 2, 1, 2
Sike, read my facial expressions, see how I′m pulling back,
You say I′m tripping, bet you′d like me to believe that
I′m standing my ground,
Yup, stubborn and I′m proud
Am I gettin through? Check 1, 2, 1, 2

Had to turn it up a notch (one notch), hate to fuss
Better listen up, better listen up
See it′s over, I′ve had enough, I′m tired of keeping it down,
Not gonna bottle it up, you′re ′bout to hear me out

Mic check c′mon, mic check 1, 2, c′mon
It′s the final round, I′m ′bout to bounce,
Baby I′m out, can you hear me now?
Mic check c′mon, mic check 1, 2, c′mon
It′s the final round, I′m ′bout to bounce,
Baby I′m out, can′t you hear me now?

[Akon:]
You said I switched it up, not sticking to the game plan,
Now you′re talking down on me like I′m Rainman
Feel like acting a fool, I′m tryna keep it cool,
Whatchu expect me to do? Check 1, 2, 1, 2
I let your speakers bump, turn up the volume,
I heard you loud and clear, baby girl it′s all you
So if you wanna leave, baby there′s the door,
I ain′t gonna hold you here if you really wanna go
I′ma need that whip, kick rocks, take the bus,
Better hurry up, better hurry up
If you need your space, baby that′s what′s up,
I′ma need my place, baby get your stuff

[x2]
Mic check c′mon, mic check 1, 2, c′mon
It′s the final round, I′m ′bout to bounce,
Baby I′m out, can you hear me now?
Mic check c′mon, mic check 1, 2, c′mon
It′s the final round, I′m ′bout to bounce,
Baby I′m out, can′t you hear me now?

Lil Jon & The Eastside Boyz - Bia′ Bia′ Check In

Big Kap
Ay yo check this out, supreme figga nigga Big Kap
Rockin′ with Lil′ Jon, Eastside Boyz, Chyna Whyte , $hort Dogg

If you scared, get the fuck out the club nigga

Hook
Bia Bia
Why you actin′ like a - like a
Bia Bia
Why you fussin′ like a - like a
Bia Bia
Why you lookin′ like a - like a
Bia Bia
Why you frontin′ like a - like a
REPEAT

::Verse 1:: Well get ′em up
Put ′em up
Stop actin′ like a bitch and get yo hands up
Well get ′em up
Put ′em up
Stop actin′ like a bitch and get yo hands up
Well where you from nigga
Where you from nigga
God dammit motherfucka where you from
Well where you from nigga
Where you from nigga
God dammit motherfucka where you from
Well represent yo shit - represent yo shit
Say fuck that clique - say fuck that clique
Represent yo shit - represent yo shit
Say fuck that clique - say fuck that clique
Well you scared
You scared
Stop actin′ like a bitch you scared
You scared
You scared
Stop actin′ like a bitch you scared

Hook

Chyna Whyte
Chyna Whyte don′t suck no dicks or lick no nuts
Bitch I hit licks and flip bricks
Every two hours switch whips to keep the peoples off me
What you know about that No Doze and coffee
No sleep, I ′m lookin′ 40
With three bricks in a 740
Bitch I ain′t got time to party
I′m breakin′ bread with Dominican niggaz
Over a hot Benigan′s dinner
Thinkin′ how I′ma cop the 6 at the beginnin′ of winter
Chrome it out and then fit it with timber, that′s wood grain
What you ain′t know, this a hood thang
All my thugs let ya wood swang
Bitches make ya ass clap
I′m takin′ all y′all ASCAP and BMI
Catch me drivin′ DUI
Look cause I don′t give a fuck nigga I′m livin′ or die
Who on this track fuckin′ with me, y′all is willin′ to try
Chyna Whyte the thug bitch with no feelin′s inside
Motherfucka

Hook

Ludacris
Well pour out the Henn and Coke and fire up that dro′
It′s Ludacris off Old National and Godby Road
The block is sold
Clear then I shot the globe
I clock the hoes, lock do′s and drop the bows
I rock the shows
Pop, lock, and knock yo nose
You Bia Bia, I grab my .44 and mob the flo′
I mop and glow
The Feds tryin′ to stop my dough
They claim they caught me at the docks with a flock of snow
I bring the pain
Cock back and swing the thang
Yo girl mad cause she told me don′t even bring the thang
And then I told her - I said it′s cool, get at me
And then my voice got raaasty
Cause I was smokin′ on some Cali and my eyes were dazed
I was in the zone, coulda thrown up them tre′s
And if you lost, Lil′ Jon′s got some Eastside ways
So stop actin′ like a Bia if yo ass ain′t blaze

Hook

Too $hort
Bitch niggaz in the house tell me what′s up
A nigga slapped you in the mouth and told you shut up
Somebody holler get ′em and now you just a victim
Shorty tried to stick ′em, told the pit bull to sick ′em
I know he wanna run but he can′t he assed out
Punched him in his chin and then he passed out
Woke up with his pockets turned inside-out
Always hit them weak motherfuckaz right in they mouth
You better stay out the way and act like you ain′t havin′ shit
Cause niggaz will run up in yo ass like you a nasty bitch
You little bitch, that′s what the callin′ you
You′d be a damn fool to act like you ballin′ dude
Mindin′ yo business, they grabbed you by yo collar
You feel like Marvin Gaye cause they make you wanna holler
But since you can′t run, you might as well fight
Quit actin′ like a bitch and live a real life
You just a
Bia Bia

Rage Against The Machine - Mic Check

To tha young r to tha e tha b to tha e tha l
Never give up just live up
Fed upon america
We be spittin′ it up
Rippin′ it up
For an even amount in each cup
To my brothers burning bare feet on black top
Whose curled ′neath tha shadows
Form tha gaze of the cops
Whose huntin′ for 9 to 5′s through factory locks
Is now hunted on this modern day auction block

Flexin′ and mashin′
With complex text
Fast and in a fashion
That snap back necks
Quicker than a fed cash tha company checks
Come with tha fire only marley could catch
This be tha flame in tha cellar beware
Nameless cold millions gaspin′ for air
Those naked and wageless
Now scream within cages
They make you pull your shit
Just to get your share

With this mic device
I spit nonfiction
Who got tha power
This be my question
Tha mass of the few
In this torn nation?
Tha priest tha book or tha congregation?
Tha politricks who rob and hold down your zone?
Or those who give tha thieves tha key to their homes?
Tha pig who′s free to murder one
Shucklak
Or survivors who make a move and murder one back?

Hadouken - Mic Check

Yo Yo Yo
Mic check, yo
Yo Yo Yo

Check one, check two
One mic check
I′m not gonna scream and shout for this one
If you can′t see that, put your specs on
If you can′t hear that, pop your ear drum

Check one, check two
One mic check
I′ma gonna lose it now for this so
If you can′t see that, put your specs on
If you can′t hear that, pop your ear drum

All night
We′re dropping this one
All night
Like we′re in the zone
Oh, we′re bringing it on
Oh, I said we′re bringing it on

For the massive jumping up on the set
Check one, check two
One mic check
For the masses, yeah, its only respect
Check one, check two
One mic check

DJ, slap this one on the deck
Check one, check two
One mic check
And the heads at the back keep poppin your necks
Check one, check two
One mic check

I wanna take your mind and soul
I wanna take your mind and soul
I wanna take your mind and soul
Right to the core, right to the bone [x4]

For the massive jumping up on the set
Check one, check two
One mic check
For the masses, yeah, its only respect
Check one, check two
One mic check

DJ, slap this one on the deck
Check one, check two
One mic check
And the heads at the back keep poppin your necks
Check one, check two
One mic check

All night
We′re dropping this one
All night
Like we′re in the zone
Oh, we′re bringing it on
Oh, I said we′re bringing it on

Yo Yo Yo
Check one, Check Two
Block My Check
Yo Yo Yo
Check one, check two
One mic check

Check one, check two
One mic check

Check one, check two
One mic check