Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Check Ya Self, artist - Rappin' 4-Tay. Album song Off Parole, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 18.01.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Forte
Song language: English
Check Ya Self |
| You best to check yo' self before you wreck yo' self |
| (Why?) |
| Because that playa hating is bad for yo' health |
| I got mine, shit you best to get yo' grip |
| Got tired of them haters talking all that shit |
| Rich thick chocolate |
| King size candy bar |
| Keep that on the D.L. |
| like TLC |
| I’m, known for knocking panties them Grammy’s is what I craving |
| Gold on top of platinum, bitches best to when |
| Players get to macking about this shit |
| So gripy when the nifty ski skirts like 40 Water and the Clizzick |
| Overseas passports, knock knock |
| Who’s there? |
| The Player’s Club, 4-Tay and 2Pac |
| With more game then Chuck Woolery, fuck Parker Brothers |
| Checkmate, you bit the bait you stupid motherfucker |
| Knocking haters out like Mike Tyson |
| Ping-Ping-Ping, two million men keep rising |
| If you’re on the reala for the skrilla fool don’t hesitate |
| Black on everything, devils like to infiltrate |
| By all means playa |
| Repelling for them haters niggero |
| This here’s a matter of life and death shit so |
| OJ beat the case, Mike we know they think you did it |
| Probably won’t admit it, but still he got acquitted |
| Sex money and murder, you probably never heard of a |
| Embezzlement to flip to selling with moms, you’re hurting her |
| The type of dope that keeps you rocking like a dope fiend |
| Them devils got my sisters tripping off that Thorazine |
| Don’t want no drama |
| I don’t wanna have to kill nobody |
| Today a child was born plus another dead body |
| So thank the Lord you wasn’t a victim of the dirty strap |
| This world is, you got my back? |
| I got yo' back |
| Street life blues |
| Four in the morning, snooze you lose |
| See devil’s smoking and joking, this shit is hurting fool |
| I’m trying to pimp the system like Mike |
| And use my brilliance |
| Fill out my writer’s clearance |
| And rush my mom a million |
| Dollars pop my collar like a scholar, some ole playa shit |
| My brother’s getting pumps, flipping the script on scholarships |
| Even the one’s that’s slanging and hanging |
| And man they can’t stop banging |
| Everybody that did some dirt |
| So kid’s don’t talk to strangers |
| I don’t want you to be like me |
| I just want you to be yourself |
| Man always see too much hustlers struggling, keep game in check |