Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Intro (Once Again), artist - Das EFX. Date of issue: 31.12.1969
Song language: English
Intro (Once Again) |
| 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!) |
| 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, punk motherfucka |
| 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, my nigga get wit’cha |
| And hit ya, takin that yack to the neck |
| So you better run a check |
| 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 |
| Cause shotgun bullets are bad for your health |
| Mic-mic-microphone check (One, two! Check it!) |
| Tricks wanna step to Cube and then they get played |
| Cause they bitchmade 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 |
| 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 |
| Cause big dicks up yo ass is bad for yo health |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| Cause bitches like you is bad for my health |