Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Check It Out , by - Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. Release date: 31.12.1993
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Check It Out |
| We go back and forth, sending this out to my people up north |
| Tell 'em if you ain’t from New York you’re soft |
| Box or throw rocks, fish or cut bait |
| Cause I fight great, but wait |
| Here’s the hottest joint on lockdown |
| Ready for release what they call a masterpiece |
| Covers are blown, known for keeping shit lethal |
| Cause now I’m like water in the desert for you thirsty people |
| What’s the fixation with all this artillery? |
| Now you catch a look, saying «Who are you to question me?» |
| Giving sighs from enemy lines taking care of my business |
| Is how you found out Wayne’s World was never his |
| See my pend holds strong for all my cookies in mink |
| We call all types of bitches running out of ink |
| Later for ticky mind, avoid like suama |
| But I don’t see nothing wrong with a little bump and grind |
| You know it’s my thing, get your bell rang |
| By the Meccafied slang, the jack of all trades |
| Couldn’t even gang bang, and niggas can’t hang |
| With so many styles, you’d swear the shit was out of Wu-Tang |
| But the samurai, CL Smooth I |
| Be slicing, dicing you down when the mic is around |
| I rebound like Oakley when you provoke me |
| This is the Chocolate Thai, be careful how you toke me |
| I razzle dazzle your fragile ass until you pay homage |
| To the man I plan is holding all the knowledge |
| In five minutes of funk off my tounge, read the label shown |
| Is it Pete Rock or Oliver Stone? |
| Still the same, they remember my name |
| Kind of reminds me of when Rocket Ismail played for Notre Dame |
| Invincibility with no vulnerability |
| Selling more than gold with the killers on my payroll |
| You’d better watch your step, known for the rep |
| Of being real but can’t accept jealous brothers and others |
| Who can’t relax with pep, and if it was the playoffs |
| Your ass would get swept and kept on stash |
| The Tango &Cash competitors bow |
| Cause I would think we all know who The Don is by now |
| Making loot at the pace of a horse race |
| Now once again my friend, the great paperchase |
| Here’s a taste of life in the fast lane |
| Now house full of chicks, he’s stripping off the Don P |
| With the profound sound, I ride swoops like a hawk |
| And can only bring the essence of New York |
| It’s the Vernonville daddy, can you comprehend? |
| How some real live niggas set a new trend |
| Of being so blasted, smoothest prophets to the brain cell |
| While I bid you all a farewell |