Yeah, word is bond
DAS EFX in this, you know what I'm sayin'?
Straight from the sewer, word is bond
Yeah, yeah, ah, yeah
We doin' this with my nigga
Where my nigga gang, Ice Cube in the motherfucker?
Word is bond, yeah
You better check yourself before you wreck yourself
'Cause I'm bad for your health
I come real stealth, dropping bombs on your moms
Fuck car alarms, doing foul crime, I'm that nigga with your Alpine
Sold it for a six-o, always let tricks know
And friends know, we got the indo'
No, I'm not a sucker sitting in a House of Pain
And no, I'm not the butler, I'll cut you (huh, huh)
Headbutt you, you say you can't touch this
And I wouldn't touch you, in fact, mother-punk you (uh)
Here to let you know boy, oh boy
I make dough, but don't call me Doughboy
This ain't no fuckin' motion picture
A guy or bitch-a, I'll get with you, and hit you
Taking that yak to the neck, so you better run a check
So come on and chickity-check yourself, before you wreck yourself (uh)
Chickity-check yourself, before you wreck yourself, boy! (Yeah)
Come on and check yourself, before you wreck yourself
'Cause shotgun bullets are bad for your health
Mic-mic-microphone check (one, two! Check it!)
Mic-mic-microphone check (one, two! Check it!)
Tricks wanna step to Cube and then they get played
'Cause they bitch-made, pullin' out a switchblade
That's kinda trifle 'cause that's a knife, hoe
AK-47, Assault Rifle
Hold the fifty, I'm nifty, pow!
I got a new style (watch out now!) (Ha-ha)
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 they runnin' up in you slow
You're gone, used to be the Don Juan (check that shit out!)
Now your name is just Twan
Switchin', snappin', rollin' your eyes and neck
You better run a check
So chickity-check yourself, before you wreck yourself
Come on and check yourself, before you wrickity-wreck yourself
So chickity-check yourself, before you wreck yourself
'Cause big dicks up your ass is bad for you health
Mic-mic-microphone check (one, two! Check it!)
Mic-mic-microphone check (one, two! Check it!)
If you're foul, you better run a make on that license plate
You could have had a V8 (somethin'), instead of a tre-eight slug to the cranium (pow!)
I got six and I'm aimin' 'em
Will I shoot or keep you guessin'?
'Cause fuck you and that shit you're stressin'
Bitch, get off the wood, you're no good
There goes the neighborhood hooker (slut!)
Go ahead and keep your drawers
Givin' up the claps and who needs applause
At a time like this, pop the coochie and you dead
The 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
So chickity-check yourself, before you wreck yourself
So chickity-check yourself, before you wreck yourself (yeah)
Come on and check yourself, before you wrickity-wreck yourself
'Cause bitches like you is bad for my health
Mic-mic-microphone check (yeah) (one, two! Check it!), come again, check it (yeah)
Mic-mic-microphone check (yeah) (one, two! Check it!), come again, check it (yo)
Chickity-check yourself, before you wreck yourself
You better chickity-check yourself, before you wreck yourself, boy
I said check yourself, before you wrickity-wreck yourself (check, check)
Mic-microphone check
Mic-microphone check (check it, one, two!)
Mic-microphone check (one, two!)
Mic-microphone check (check it, one, two, one, two!)
Mic-microphone check (one, two!)
Mic-microphone check (check it, one, two!, one, two!)
Mic-microphone check (one, two)
Mic-microphone (yeah) (check yourself Cube, check yourself Cube, check yourself)
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