Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Checks My Bank, artist - Sir Mix-A-Lot. Album song Chief Boot Knocka, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1993
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: American
Song language: English
I Checks My Bank |
I’m peelin off domes with a baseball bat |
Forty-four Magnum, choice of gat |
Mercury tip fillin up my clip |
I can shoot him in the dome or I can get him in the hip |
But boom, look at all the niggas runnin out the room |
Just another soldier, causin doom |
No I don’t bang but I like to wound… my enemy |
Who is the enemy, I’m glad you asked |
Any motherfucker standin in my path |
Got a Bentley Turbo, now you wanna jack |
But remember, Mack Daddy is strapped |
And when you’re platinum, niggas start dissin |
Record companies think you’re missin |
But I’m back *clap clap (gunfire)* |
I’m back *clap clap (gunfire)* |
I’m back and I got a bigger gat *click BOOM* |
Now the positive rhymes is onnnn |
And I’m positively hittin that dome |
You might want mine but you can’t get mine |
Rather put a hot nine right up in your behind |
I’m not the nigga that you wanna recoup |
And I don’t wear a Giorgio suit |
But I’m down for my business so please don’t step |
You heard about my lawfirm’s rep, I check my bank |
Chorus: DJ Punisher and Sir Mix-a-Lot |
«Cash money, cash-cash. |
money» «Boom! |
Here I am, rich» |
Checkin my bank |
«Cash money, cash-cash. |
money» «Boom! |
Here I am, rich» |
AhhhI checks my bank |
«Cash money, cash-cash. |
money» «Boom! |
Here I am, rich» |
Straight checkin my bank |
«Cash money, cash-cash-cash-cash… cash money» |
In the magazine I look like a dope man |
Cause I’m paid, and I’m suckin up to no man |
And in the rap game I gets no respect |
Cause I’m checkin more bank than the Heat check |
Yeah I’m a pimp and my ho is the system |
Uncle Sam might think I just dissed him |
But nah I’m just pumpin straight facts |
You either be a mack, or you get macked |
Some of the jealous wanna roll on the boss |
But this HK’s keepin em tossed |
Cause I duck them deuce deuce treys at point blank range |
I’m about making these dividends |
And every motherfucker ain’t my friend |
And I check my back when I count my snaps |
And niggas that snatch get slapped |
Girls wanna roll, that’s cool |
But I’m not to be played that fool |
Some niggas think a brother with money is slippin |
But I’ve be down, so quit trippin |
My goal, to increase the size of this bank |
I hold, and bring up the brothers whose down |
To roll, and keep all the shit under my control |
That’s how I’m livin, I check my bank |
Chorus: DJ Punisher |
«Cash money, cash-cash. |
money» |
«Clockin more dollars than Chase Manhattan» |
I check my bank *DJ Punisher starts scratch* |
C’mon Punish! |
«Cash money» |
A word to the cops, I can’t be stopped |
A word to my enemies, I don’t drop props |
A word to the Klan, I don’t pick crops |
You can run up with your whip but you’ll just run up and get popped |
A word to the Tipper, rap won’t fall |
A word to the bourgeoise, fuck all y’all |
A word to Apartheid you bouts to fall |
You can kill a couple brothers but you’ll never get us all |
Straight laced game’s what I’m poppin at the new jacks |
Mack Daddy niggas like to snatch fat sacks |
I used to be nice with my rhymes, and now I drop dimes |
It’s time to get paid in the nine-two G |
Recession never stopped a nigga like me |
I’m breakin no laws but I’m livin on edge |
Puttin CEO’s to bed |
Business, straight yankin in dead presidents |
It’s like sellin dope, but the money ain’t bent |
The game is stiff, but I’mma get mine |
My set is a dollar sign, I check my bank |
Yup, checkin my bank, fool, ha ha |
Yup, I check my bank, sheeit |
Straight checkin my bank |
C’mon Punish! |
*DJ Punisher starts scratchin* |
Punish em! |
Punish em! |
Show these DJ’s what time it is Punish |
Peace out y’all, and I’m checkin my bank |
I checks my bank |
I checks my bank, straight paid clown |
Checkin my bank |
I checks my bank! |