| Song | Straight Checkn 'Em |
| Artist | Compton's Most Wanted |
| Album | Straight Checkn 'Em |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Allen, Manuel, MC Eiht, Tyler | |
| (Introducing..) | |
| I'm in the gangsta stroll, so you better run hide | |
| Fools on slide, so keep your kids inside. | |
| Explicit words in this rhyme I wrote. | |
| Aint no jack move fool so please don't | |
| demonstrate your style is weak you can't compete | |
| and just like a girl, get freaked. | |
| It's the big 91 and Eiht's coming. | |
| Compton criminal fool so start running. | |
| And please stop biting my stuff, | |
| as the rhyme gets rough you done had enough | |
| of the Eiht, the gangsta mack, the pimp hustla. | |
| And pistol whip a weak busta. | |
| Suckers run up and get slapped. | |
| Damn, I thought you was smarter then that. | |
| Then to dis the brother who is Compton stepping. | |
| Microphone is kept as the murder weapon. | |
| I'm straight Checkn 'Em. | |
| (scratching: Check this out... X4) | |
| No shorts are taken, I give it to you long and slow. | |
| Hard fools, drop your gaurd. | |
| No your not prepared, your scared, no time to sleep. | |
| Cant bargain with your rap, cause its cheap. | |
| And if I have to show, like Rambro, | |
| and snap a neck with some Compton effect. | |
| And get buck wild sucker. | |
| And serve em all like cluckers. | |
| You just cant hang with your weak style. | |
| You slip right off a the pile. | |
| To me your just another pretender. | |
| So wave the white flag, boy surrender. | |
| And if you a female species. | |
| Tryin to gank then girl you'll get these. Famous vapours, walk in | |
| papers, see you later | |
| You little crooked alligator. | |
| You gets no juice, | |
| and if you scheme on my team then I'll cut you loose. | |
| You can't handle the format. | |
| Punk, I'll use you as a doormat. | |
| I'm straight checkn em. | |
| (scratching) | |
| I puts my foot down, so all the suckers get clowned. | |
| as the MC Eiht steps from the underground. | |
| A villain from the city under seige. | |
| Where the brothers jack, girlies skeeze. | |
| I'm breaking them off proper. | |
| And taking no B.S. from a copper. | |
| Fools on my tip keep sweating me. | |
| And trying to gank my Compton melody. | |
| You can't withstand the powerful blow. | |
| From a brother with a def wish (huh?). | |
| Others I smother and change their description. | |
| Wait a minute did I mention | |
| that I flow punk fools with one swing. | |
| Bow down to the Compton king- | |
| pin, the record spins and that spells the end | |
| for you my friend. | |
| I'm straight Checkn em. | |
| (scratching) | |
| Lets get our scraps on boy | |
| and the Eiht'll destroy. | |
| And play you just like a toy. | |
| Fools try and they can't hang cause they raps just simp. | |
| I thought so wimp. | |
| I'm blasting, peeling caps, making snaps | |
| for the violence in my raps. | |
| gotta pack tools cause fools don't wanna back on my tip | |
| geah, but thats cool. | |
| I give em a count backwards 10 to 1. | |
| Then they tale is done. | |
| I give up no slack | |
| because a sucker tried to punk my style and call it wack. | |
| Now I'm back to attack. | |
| And give em hype, just like they feinding for crack. | |
| So come on, come on, cause Eiht and Mike'll keep deckn' em. | |
| Geah fool, straight checkn em. | |
| (scratching) |
| zuo ci : Allen, Manuel, MC Eiht, Tyler | |
| Introducing.. | |
| I' m in the gangsta stroll, so you better run hide | |
| Fools on slide, so keep your kids inside. | |
| Explicit words in this rhyme I wrote. | |
| Aint no jack move fool so please don' t | |
| demonstrate your style is weak you can' t compete | |
| and just like a girl, get freaked. | |
| It' s the big 91 and Eiht' s coming. | |
| Compton criminal fool so start running. | |
| And please stop biting my stuff, | |
| as the rhyme gets rough you done had enough | |
| of the Eiht, the gangsta mack, the pimp hustla. | |
| And pistol whip a weak busta. | |
| Suckers run up and get slapped. | |
| Damn, I thought you was smarter then that. | |
| Then to dis the brother who is Compton stepping. | |
| Microphone is kept as the murder weapon. | |
| I' m straight Checkn ' Em. | |
| scratching: Check this out... X4 | |
| No shorts are taken, I give it to you long and slow. | |
| Hard fools, drop your gaurd. | |
| No your not prepared, your scared, no time to sleep. | |
| Cant bargain with your rap, cause its cheap. | |
| And if I have to show, like Rambro, | |
| and snap a neck with some Compton effect. | |
| And get buck wild sucker. | |
| And serve em all like cluckers. | |
| You just cant hang with your weak style. | |
| You slip right off a the pile. | |
| To me your just another pretender. | |
| So wave the white flag, boy surrender. | |
| And if you a female species. | |
| Tryin to gank then girl you' ll get these. Famous vapours, walk in | |
| papers, see you later | |
| You little crooked alligator. | |
| You gets no juice, | |
| and if you scheme on my team then I' ll cut you loose. | |
| You can' t handle the format. | |
| Punk, I' ll use you as a doormat. | |
| I' m straight checkn em. | |
| scratching | |
| I puts my foot down, so all the suckers get clowned. | |
| as the MC Eiht steps from the underground. | |
| A villain from the city under seige. | |
| Where the brothers jack, girlies skeeze. | |
| I' m breaking them off proper. | |
| And taking no B. S. from a copper. | |
| Fools on my tip keep sweating me. | |
| And trying to gank my Compton melody. | |
| You can' t withstand the powerful blow. | |
| From a brother with a def wish huh?. | |
| Others I smother and change their description. | |
| Wait a minute did I mention | |
| that I flow punk fools with one swing. | |
| Bow down to the Compton king | |
| pin, the record spins and that spells the end | |
| for you my friend. | |
| I' m straight Checkn em. | |
| scratching | |
| Lets get our scraps on boy | |
| and the Eiht' ll destroy. | |
| And play you just like a toy. | |
| Fools try and they can' t hang cause they raps just simp. | |
| I thought so wimp. | |
| I' m blasting, peeling caps, making snaps | |
| for the violence in my raps. | |
| gotta pack tools cause fools don' t wanna back on my tip | |
| geah, but thats cool. | |
| I give em a count backwards 10 to 1. | |
| Then they tale is done. | |
| I give up no slack | |
| because a sucker tried to punk my style and call it wack. | |
| Now I' m back to attack. | |
| And give em hype, just like they feinding for crack. | |
| So come on, come on, cause Eiht and Mike' ll keep deckn' em. | |
| Geah fool, straight checkn em. | |
| scratching |
| zuò cí : Allen, Manuel, MC Eiht, Tyler | |
| Introducing.. | |
| I' m in the gangsta stroll, so you better run hide | |
| Fools on slide, so keep your kids inside. | |
| Explicit words in this rhyme I wrote. | |
| Aint no jack move fool so please don' t | |
| demonstrate your style is weak you can' t compete | |
| and just like a girl, get freaked. | |
| It' s the big 91 and Eiht' s coming. | |
| Compton criminal fool so start running. | |
| And please stop biting my stuff, | |
| as the rhyme gets rough you done had enough | |
| of the Eiht, the gangsta mack, the pimp hustla. | |
| And pistol whip a weak busta. | |
| Suckers run up and get slapped. | |
| Damn, I thought you was smarter then that. | |
| Then to dis the brother who is Compton stepping. | |
| Microphone is kept as the murder weapon. | |
| I' m straight Checkn ' Em. | |
| scratching: Check this out... X4 | |
| No shorts are taken, I give it to you long and slow. | |
| Hard fools, drop your gaurd. | |
| No your not prepared, your scared, no time to sleep. | |
| Cant bargain with your rap, cause its cheap. | |
| And if I have to show, like Rambro, | |
| and snap a neck with some Compton effect. | |
| And get buck wild sucker. | |
| And serve em all like cluckers. | |
| You just cant hang with your weak style. | |
| You slip right off a the pile. | |
| To me your just another pretender. | |
| So wave the white flag, boy surrender. | |
| And if you a female species. | |
| Tryin to gank then girl you' ll get these. Famous vapours, walk in | |
| papers, see you later | |
| You little crooked alligator. | |
| You gets no juice, | |
| and if you scheme on my team then I' ll cut you loose. | |
| You can' t handle the format. | |
| Punk, I' ll use you as a doormat. | |
| I' m straight checkn em. | |
| scratching | |
| I puts my foot down, so all the suckers get clowned. | |
| as the MC Eiht steps from the underground. | |
| A villain from the city under seige. | |
| Where the brothers jack, girlies skeeze. | |
| I' m breaking them off proper. | |
| And taking no B. S. from a copper. | |
| Fools on my tip keep sweating me. | |
| And trying to gank my Compton melody. | |
| You can' t withstand the powerful blow. | |
| From a brother with a def wish huh?. | |
| Others I smother and change their description. | |
| Wait a minute did I mention | |
| that I flow punk fools with one swing. | |
| Bow down to the Compton king | |
| pin, the record spins and that spells the end | |
| for you my friend. | |
| I' m straight Checkn em. | |
| scratching | |
| Lets get our scraps on boy | |
| and the Eiht' ll destroy. | |
| And play you just like a toy. | |
| Fools try and they can' t hang cause they raps just simp. | |
| I thought so wimp. | |
| I' m blasting, peeling caps, making snaps | |
| for the violence in my raps. | |
| gotta pack tools cause fools don' t wanna back on my tip | |
| geah, but thats cool. | |
| I give em a count backwards 10 to 1. | |
| Then they tale is done. | |
| I give up no slack | |
| because a sucker tried to punk my style and call it wack. | |
| Now I' m back to attack. | |
| And give em hype, just like they feinding for crack. | |
| So come on, come on, cause Eiht and Mike' ll keep deckn' em. | |
| Geah fool, straight checkn em. | |
| scratching |