Check Yo Self (Remix) () Lyrics
| Song | Check Yo Self (Remix) () |
| Artist | Ice Cube |
| Album | Bootlegs And B-Sides (Explicit) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| CHORUS： | |
| So come on and chick-ity-check yo self before you wreck yo self | |
| You betta check yo self for you wreck yo self | |
| Cause I'm bad for your health | |
| I come real stealth | |
| Droppin bombs on ya moms, fuck car alarms | |
| Do without one mother nigga wit yo Alpine | |
| Sold it for six-o, always let tricks know | |
| And friends know, we got that indoe | |
| Yo I'm not a sucka, sittin in A House of Pain | |
| And no I'm not the butler, I'll cut ya | |
| Head-butt ya, you say you can't touch this | |
| And I wouldn't touch ya, punk motherfucker | |
| Here to let you know boy, oh boy | |
| I make dough, but don't call me Dough-Boy | |
| This ain't no fuckin picture | |
| A guy or bitch-a, my nigga get wit ya | |
| And hit ya, makin they yack to the neck | |
| So you better run a check | |
| CHORUS | |
| Tricks wanna step to Cube and then they get played | |
| Cause they bitch may pullin out a switchblade | |
| That's kinda trifle, cause that's a knife-o AK-47, assault rifle | |
| Hold the fifty, I'm nifty now, [Watch out now] | |
| I hate motherfuckers claimin that they foldin bank | |
| But steady talkin shit in the holdin tank | |
| First you wanna step to me, now your ass screamin for the deputy | |
| They send you to Charlie-Baker-Denver row, now the runnin up in ya slow | |
| You're God, used to be the Don Juan, now your name is just Twan | |
| Switch it, snap it, rollin your eyes and neck, you better run a check | |
| CHORUS | |
| Big dicks in ya ass is bad for your health | |
| If you're foul you better run a make on that license plate you coulda had a V8 | |
| Instead of a trey-eight slug to ya cranium | |
| I got six and I'm aimin em | |
| Will I bus or keep you guessin | |
| Cause fuck you and that shit ya stressin | |
| Bitch, get off the wood, you no good | |
| There goes the neighborhood hooker | |
| Go ahead and keep your drawers | |
| givin up the claps and who needs applause at a | |
| time like this, pop ya coochie and ya dead | |
| Bitch is a Miami Hurricane head | |
| Sprung, niggas call her lips and lungs | |
| Nappy dugout, get the fuck out | |
| Cause women like you gets no respect | |
| Bitch, you better run a check | |
| CHORUS | |
| Cause bitches like you is bad for my health | |
| Cause the Lench Mob is bad for ya health | |
| Nine-trey, remix, old school tip, yeah | |
| It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder how I keep from goin under |
| CHORUS: | |
| So come on and chickitycheck yo self before you wreck yo self | |
| You betta check yo self for you wreck yo self | |
| Cause I' m bad for your health | |
| I come real stealth | |
| Droppin bombs on ya moms, fuck car alarms | |
| Do without one mother nigga wit yo Alpine | |
| Sold it for sixo, always let tricks know | |
| And friends know, we got that indoe | |
| Yo I' m not a sucka, sittin in A House of Pain | |
| And no I' m not the butler, I' ll cut ya | |
| Headbutt ya, you say you can' t touch this | |
| And I wouldn' t touch ya, punk motherfucker | |
| Here to let you know boy, oh boy | |
| I make dough, but don' t call me DoughBoy | |
| This ain' t no fuckin picture | |
| A guy or bitcha, my nigga get wit ya | |
| And hit ya, makin they yack to the neck | |
| So you better run a check | |
| CHORUS | |
| Tricks wanna step to Cube and then they get played | |
| Cause they bitch may pullin out a switchblade | |
| That' s kinda trifle, cause that' s a knifeo AK47, assault rifle | |
| Hold the fifty, I' m nifty now, Watch out now | |
| I hate motherfuckers claimin that they foldin bank | |
| But steady talkin shit in the holdin tank | |
| First you wanna step to me, now your ass screamin for the deputy | |
| They send you to CharlieBakerDenver row, now the runnin up in ya slow | |
| You' re God, used to be the Don Juan, now your name is just Twan | |
| Switch it, snap it, rollin your eyes and neck, you better run a check | |
| CHORUS | |
| Big dicks in ya ass is bad for your health | |
| If you' re foul you better run a make on that license plate you coulda had a V8 | |
| Instead of a treyeight slug to ya cranium | |
| I got six and I' m aimin em | |
| Will I bus or keep you guessin | |
| Cause fuck you and that shit ya stressin | |
| Bitch, get off the wood, you no good | |
| There goes the neighborhood hooker | |
| Go ahead and keep your drawers | |
| givin up the claps and who needs applause at a | |
| time like this, pop ya coochie and ya dead | |
| Bitch is a Miami Hurricane head | |
| Sprung, niggas call her lips and lungs | |
| Nappy dugout, get the fuck out | |
| Cause women like you gets no respect | |
| Bitch, you better run a check | |
| CHORUS | |
| Cause bitches like you is bad for my health | |
| Cause the Lench Mob is bad for ya health | |
| Ninetrey, remix, old school tip, yeah | |
| It' s like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder how I keep from goin under |
| CHORUS: | |
| So come on and chickitycheck yo self before you wreck yo self | |
| You betta check yo self for you wreck yo self | |
| Cause I' m bad for your health | |
| I come real stealth | |
| Droppin bombs on ya moms, fuck car alarms | |
| Do without one mother nigga wit yo Alpine | |
| Sold it for sixo, always let tricks know | |
| And friends know, we got that indoe | |
| Yo I' m not a sucka, sittin in A House of Pain | |
| And no I' m not the butler, I' ll cut ya | |
| Headbutt ya, you say you can' t touch this | |
| And I wouldn' t touch ya, punk motherfucker | |
| Here to let you know boy, oh boy | |
| I make dough, but don' t call me DoughBoy | |
| This ain' t no fuckin picture | |
| A guy or bitcha, my nigga get wit ya | |
| And hit ya, makin they yack to the neck | |
| So you better run a check | |
| CHORUS | |
| Tricks wanna step to Cube and then they get played | |
| Cause they bitch may pullin out a switchblade | |
| That' s kinda trifle, cause that' s a knifeo AK47, assault rifle | |
| Hold the fifty, I' m nifty now, Watch out now | |
| I hate motherfuckers claimin that they foldin bank | |
| But steady talkin shit in the holdin tank | |
| First you wanna step to me, now your ass screamin for the deputy | |
| They send you to CharlieBakerDenver row, now the runnin up in ya slow | |
| You' re God, used to be the Don Juan, now your name is just Twan | |
| Switch it, snap it, rollin your eyes and neck, you better run a check | |
| CHORUS | |
| Big dicks in ya ass is bad for your health | |
| If you' re foul you better run a make on that license plate you coulda had a V8 | |
| Instead of a treyeight slug to ya cranium | |
| I got six and I' m aimin em | |
| Will I bus or keep you guessin | |
| Cause fuck you and that shit ya stressin | |
| Bitch, get off the wood, you no good | |
| There goes the neighborhood hooker | |
| Go ahead and keep your drawers | |
| givin up the claps and who needs applause at a | |
| time like this, pop ya coochie and ya dead | |
| Bitch is a Miami Hurricane head | |
| Sprung, niggas call her lips and lungs | |
| Nappy dugout, get the fuck out | |
| Cause women like you gets no respect | |
| Bitch, you better run a check | |
| CHORUS | |
| Cause bitches like you is bad for my health | |
| Cause the Lench Mob is bad for ya health | |
| Ninetrey, remix, old school tip, yeah | |
| It' s like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder how I keep from goin under |
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