Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Check Me Out, artist - Joe Budden. Album song Halfway House, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 15.10.2015
Record label: Amalgam, Stage One
Song language: English
Check Me Out |
| Now let me ask you a question |
| Who are you? |
| Where you from? |
| What you reppin? |
| Is every bar about a burner or a weapon? |
| Now he all gassed up by his presence |
| Some tell me that my music is depressing, but |
| The best rapper in the world, I was destined |
| Jumpoff! |
| Must be the exception |
| Am I the only one that’s progressing in the recession? |
| They tell me tricking ain’t tricking if you got it |
| I never heard more false words spoken |
| So, if I told you I’m a leave your wrist frozen |
| I was either lying to you or just joking |
| You could be in a wet T-shirt soaking, |
| You could, stomach how your sheets get like the ocean |
| You could jerk me off with a bottle of lotion while ya legs open |
| And have trouble gettin a token |
| I grew up a lil, see I’m much more mature, |
| My repar is one you can adore |
| That wasn’t always the case so that’s for starter |
| I’m enjoying the hood, the one after father |
| I used to invest in heroin |
| With money in Maryland, not Marrow Lynch |
| Morgan Stanley, Goldman Sachs, |
| And now I’m holding stacks as I stroll in Saks |
| Sing it! |
| Uh, check me out now! |
| When I was younger I used to get ass for sport |
| Now I’m less about her sex, I’m more into her thoughts |
| Nah, I ain’t mean to cross that yet, I regress |
| I’m more into her thoughts on sex |
| And the property, fuck what’s across my neck |
| Be clear, I’m more into her career then her hair |
| Her mindstate; |
| nothing is insurmountable |
| I’m worried about her account, is she accountable? |
| Real man shit, I’m no longer outlandish |
| The roof don’t drop but it’s panoramic |
| And I know haters can’t stand it |
| So I do it on purpose, still on my Jerz shit |
| We don’t fall flat, and we never cave in |
| I leave pressure right to my doormat |
| All that adversity never worried me |
| If anything it feeds me, it a nourished me |
| I try to keep it a hundred, non fiction |
| Lane switching in my true religions with the double stitching |
| No fitted, T, Kid Robot |
| These rap niggas is ass and I don’t dig botox |
| Into entering clubs, dodging photogs |
| So they can talk shit bout me for a whole blog |
| Go hard, no prob, that’s the plan |
| No laughing joke son, I’m a grown ass man |
| Check me out now! |