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