Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Check It Out Ch'all, artist - Paris. Album song Sleeping With The Enemy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.11.1992
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Guerrilla Funk
Song language: English
Check It Out Ch'all |
That shit hittin |
Ah yes yes y’all |
(Naw naw man, naw man that ain’t it, that ain’t it. Do that other shit, |
that other shit) |
Check it out ch’all, here we go again another one |
From the man known to run a record wreck and take a stand |
P-Dog, kickin over breaks that make ya wanna move |
It’s like that when the black cat get in tune |
And now you bustin' smiles when styles are ripped |
So many of 'em ya discover most speakers are split |
It’s kinda like a little lesson in stressin' the facts |
And still be kickin' so know where you at, black |
Listen up to the groove of the cut |
Feel the funk when the bass hump, tryin to get e niggy Ônuff |
And feel it hittin'' when the speakers jigglin' like Jello |
With just enough of that good funky shit to keep it mellow |
Never fadin' or stayin' on course |
The only sellin' out I’m doin' is sellin' out tours |
Somethin for your ear, comin' loud and clear |
It’s the voice you fear, if your shit ain’t real |
Keep it comin' one time for your mind on the mic |
It’s the panther, kickin over breaks you dance to |
And doin'' devils dirty lickin' lyrics to break beats |
While buildin' so the children always know where they at, G |
Check it out ch’all, check it out ch’all |
Check it out ch’all, check it out ch’all |
Check it out ch’all, check it out ch’all |
Check it out ch’all, check it out |
Check it out ch’all, here I come again with verse two |
With the knowledge of myself I got another one from me to you |
With perk tracks movin' smoother than machinery |
It’s plain to see I’m finna be another brother catchin' heat |
I take a stand cause Amerikkka ain’t shit to me |
And bring ya knowledge of the way it is supposed to be |
And knock you devils out the box like a mule kick |
Comin' up with the shit the tricky skunks can’t fuck with |
Rap is rhythm and poetry I thought you knew it |
But who would have ever thought that we would use it the way we be usin' it? |
Spittin' facts to my peers and your fear is showin' |
Cause now the black is knowin' things you thought we shouldn’t know and |
Gettin ready for a power move |
Yes yes y’all, ready for the motherfuckin' show and prove |
So pack a lunch when the bunch roll, cause we’re goin' |
For the gold but I never sold my soul for it |
Check it out ch’all, check it out ch’all |
Check it out ch’all, check it out ch’all |
Check it out ch’all, check it out ch’all |
Check it out ch’all, check it out |
Now — whose freedom of speech if I can’t reach each |
There’s no support when you’re black and you’re goin' for yours |
Yeah, that’s alright |
As long as niggas killin niggas makin money is nothin' for whites |
That’s the way they wanna play and now I know they fear it |
Where the hell was little Ollie all them other years? |
Blacks was dyin' in the movies and in other records |
I see the racist motherfucka never said nothin' |
But that’s the way it is when I run it |
I make the funky tracks to keep my people up on it |
Well known and prone to break a bone let’s get it on |
I’m showin' you the facts on wax 'til your mind is grown |
Huh, and still sayin' what I wanna say |
I won’t slip still sayin' what I wanna say |
I won’t slip still sayin' what I wanna say |
I’m P-Dog and I’m always gonna make it plain |
Huh, so check it out ch’all, check it out |
Check it out ch’all, check check check it out |
Check it out ch’all, check check check it out |
Check it out ch’all, check check check it out |
Motherfuckin' right |