("Yeah yeah now check the method" Extra P from ATCQ's _Keep It Rollin_) * cut and scratched 4X by Mista Sinister Verse One: No I.D. No time to get
[Intro] + (Redman) Get a fuckin bleedin house mate! (Yeah!) (Gilla House!) Okay? Big Ben and all that fuckin bullshit (Gilla House, ya heard?) You fuckin
[Hook] Check em out, check em out, check em out Check em out, check em out, check em out Check em out, check em out, check em out (Word Up) Check em out
Instrumental
Fall into nowhere, fading out Afraid of who we are, get used to it somehow Like sad and distant memories Time is something that we never can replace
I try to stay on top of you To hold your body down Your shaking seems to hinder Every grasp that I had found Moving every inch around you To defuse
...for a hundred pound, hit me on my cellio ... i'm telling ya, i'm telling ya up in the bus a couple of ... i'm geeked up rolling, my beat up rolling
N.W.A., N.W.A. What the *** up Dre? You tell me, you talk to Ren? I'm right here, release the Hound Bow wow wow, wha-what, wha-what, what, what, what
As dolls go I am broken And you could just let that get us off the hook But from under the umbrella of the unspoken I see you giving me that look Baby
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
Coming hard core looking like a gangster bitch Trying to front like you ain't rolling filthy rich Laguna Hills you were born and raised But you're claiming
[Chorus] Whim Wham, Thank Ya Mam (aye) wont mind of top cut the check dun dun dun did it wats next cut the check Dope Boy/Rapper/Exec Cut The Check I
State of mind check state of mind check [says it for a while] Yo state of mind check relax before you flex Realize what your doing understand the choice
You know how it is Some guys just gotta make time to get their rocks off no matter what I'm like that Tearin up pussy every where I go I'm kid mother
Come on Lay down your head And sleep with me tonight Lay in this bed Recall the black book, I'll forget you Complaining to myself to leave this Behind
well he thinks that he's got me he thinks that I'm giving in but I know all the lies and the alibis and the hypnotizing where do I begin? He's says
Check, check, check, check, check this out Here we are, here we are on a world tour Watching the world turn, feeling our ears burn Check this out We'
I hate to do this But you're a pain in the neck I thought you knew this You're handing me a canceled check You're so helpless Your girlfriends think