| You best to check yo' self before you wreck yo' self
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| (Why?)
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| Because that playa hating is bad for yo' health
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| I got mine, shit you best to get yo' grip
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| Got tired of them haters talking all that shit
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| Rich thick chocolate
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| King size candy bar
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| Keep that on the D.L. |
| like TLC
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| I’m, known for knocking panties them Grammy’s is what I craving
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| Gold on top of platinum, bitches best to when
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| Players get to macking about this shit
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| So gripy when the nifty ski skirts like 40 Water and the Clizzick
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| Overseas passports, knock knock
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| Who’s there? |
| The Player’s Club, 4-Tay and 2Pac
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| With more game then Chuck Woolery, fuck Parker Brothers
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| Checkmate, you bit the bait you stupid motherfucker
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| Knocking haters out like Mike Tyson
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| Ping-Ping-Ping, two million men keep rising
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| If you’re on the reala for the skrilla fool don’t hesitate
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| Black on everything, devils like to infiltrate
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| By all means playa
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| Repelling for them haters niggero
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| This here’s a matter of life and death shit so
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| OJ beat the case, Mike we know they think you did it
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| Probably won’t admit it, but still he got acquitted
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| Sex money and murder, you probably never heard of a
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| Embezzlement to flip to selling with moms, you’re hurting her
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| The type of dope that keeps you rocking like a dope fiend
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| Them devils got my sisters tripping off that Thorazine
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| Don’t want no drama
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| I don’t wanna have to kill nobody
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| Today a child was born plus another dead body
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| So thank the Lord you wasn’t a victim of the dirty strap
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| This world is, you got my back? |
| I got yo' back
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| Street life blues
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| Four in the morning, snooze you lose
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| See devil’s smoking and joking, this shit is hurting fool
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| I’m trying to pimp the system like Mike
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| And use my brilliance
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| Fill out my writer’s clearance
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| And rush my mom a million
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| Dollars pop my collar like a scholar, some ole playa shit
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| My brother’s getting pumps, flipping the script on scholarships
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| Even the one’s that’s slanging and hanging
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| And man they can’t stop banging
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| Everybody that did some dirt
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| So kid’s don’t talk to strangers
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| I don’t want you to be like me
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| I just want you to be yourself
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| Man always see too much hustlers struggling, keep game in check |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Check Ya Self , by - Rappin' 4-Tay. Song from the album Off Parole, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп