Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Check Yo Self, artist - Ice Cube. Album song Ice Cube's Greatest Hits, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Capitol, Priority Records (USA)
Song language: English
Check Yo Self |
You betta check yo self for you wreck yo self |
Cause I’m 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 I’m not a sucka, sittin in A House of Pain |
And no I’m not the butler, I’ll cut ya Head-butt ya, you say you can’t touch this |
And I wouldn’t touch ya, punk motherfucker |
Here to let you know boy, oh boy |
I make dough, but don’t call me Dough-Boy |
This ain’t 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 |
Tricks wanna step to Cube and then they get played |
Cause they bitch may pullin out a switchblade |
That’s kinda trifle, cause that’s a knife-o AK-47, assault rifle |
Hold the fifty, I’m nifty 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 |
You’re 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 |
Big dick in ya ass is bad for your health |
If you’re 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 I’m 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 |
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 |
It’s like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder how I keep from goin under |