| Yeah! |
| Word is bond!
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| Das EFX in this yaknowhatI’msayin
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| Straight from the sewer, word is bond!
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| Yeah! |
| Yah! |
| Ah-yeah! |
| We doin this with my nigga
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| Where my nigga? |
| Ice Cube in the motherfucker
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| Word is bond! |
| (Yeah!)
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| You better check yo self before you wreck yo self
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| Cos I’m bad for your health, I come real stealth
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| Droppin bombs on ya moms, fuck car alarms
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| Doin foul crime, I’m that nigga wit’cha Alpine
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| Sold it for a six-o, always let tricks know
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| And friends know, we got the indo
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| No I’m not a sucker, sittin in a House of Pain
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| And no I’m not the butler, I’ll cut ya (Uh!)
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| Headbutt ya, you say you can’t touch this
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| And I wouldn’t touch ya, punk motherfucka
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| Here to let you know boy, oh boy
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| I make dough but don’t call me DoughBoy
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| This ain’t no fuckin motion picture
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| A guy or bitch-a, my nigga get wit’cha
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| And hit ya, takin that yack to the neck
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| So you better run a check
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| So come on and chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
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| Chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
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| Yeah, come on and check yo self before you wreck yo self
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| Cause shotgun bullets are bad for your health
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| Mic-mic-microphone check (One, two! Check it!)
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| Tricks wanna step to Cube and then they get played
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| Cause they bitchmade pullin out a switchblade
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| That’s kinda trifle, caise that’s a knife-o
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| AK-47, assault rifle
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| Hold the fifty, I’m nifty, pow
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| I gotta new style, «WATCH OUT NOW!»
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| I hate motherfuckers claimin that they foldin bank
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| But steady talkin shit in the holding tank
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| First you wanna step to me
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| Now your ass screamin for the deputy
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| They send you to Charlie-Baker-Denver row
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| Now they runnin up in ya slow
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| You’re gone, used to be the Don Juan (Check that shit out!)
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| Now your name is just Twan
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| Switch it, snap it, rollin your eyes and neck
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| You better run a check
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| So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
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| Come on and check yo self before you wrickity-wreck yo self
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| So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
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| Cause big dicks up yo ass is bad for yo health
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| If you’re foul, you better run a make on that license plate
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| You coulda had a V8
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| Instead of a tre-eight slug to the cranium (POOOOOW!)
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| I got six and I’m aimin em
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| Will I shoot or keep you guessin
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| Cause fuck you and that shit ya stressin
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| Bitch, get off the wood, you’re no good
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| There goes the neighbourhood hooker (Slut!)
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| Go ahead and keep your drawers
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| Givin up the claps and who needs applause
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| At a time like this, pop the coochie and ya dead
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| The bitch is a Miami Hurricane hit
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| Sprung, niggaz call her 'Lips and Lungs'
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| Nappy dugout, get the fuck out
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| Cause women like you gets no respect
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| Bitch, you better run a check
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| So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
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| So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
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| Come on and check yo self before you wrickity-wreck yo self
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| Cause bitches like you is bad for my health |