《Check Yo Self》是Ice Cube、Das EFX演唱的歌曲，由J. Chase作詞，Edward Fletcher、Melvin Glover、Sylvia Robinson、O Is Hea Jackson作曲，收錄於《The Essentials(2008 Digital Remaster)》專輯中。
基本介紹
- 外文名：Check Yo Self
- 所屬專輯：The Essentials(2008 Digital Remaster)
- 歌曲原唱：Ice Cube、Das EFX
- 填詞：J. Chase
歌曲歌詞
Yeah
So come on and chickity check yo self
Before you wreck yo self
Check
You better check yo self before you wreck yo self
'Cos I'm bad for your health I come real stealth
Droppin' bombs on ya moms fuck car alarms
Doin' foul crime I'm that nigga wit'cha Alpine
Sold it for a six-o always let tricks know
And friends know we got the indo
No I'm not a sucker 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 in fact motherfuck ya
Here to let you know boy oh boy
I make dough but don't call me Dough Boy
This ain't no fuckin' motion picture
A guy or bitch-a I'll get wit'cha
And hit ya takin' that yack to the neck
So you better run a check
So come on and chickity
Check yo self before you wreck yo self
Chickity check yo self before you wreck yo self
Yeah come on and check yo self before you wreck yo self
'Cause shotgun bullets are bad for your health
Chickity-check
Chickity-check
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 pow
I gotta new style watch out now
I hate motherfuckers claimin' that they foldin' bank
But steady talkin' shit in the holding 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 ya slow
You're gone 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
So chickity check yo self before you wreck yo self
Come on and check yo self
Before you wrickity wreck yo self
So chickity check yo self before you wreck yo self
'Cause big dicks up yo ass is bad for yo health
Chickity-check
Chickity-check
If you're foul you better run a make on
That license plate
You coulda had a V8
Instead of a tre-eight slug to the cranium
I got six and I'm aimin' 'em
Will I shoot or keep you guessin'
And fuck you and that shit ya stressin'
Bitch get off the wood you're 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 the coochie and ya dead
The bitch is a Miami Hurricane hit
Sprung niggaz call her 'Lips and Lungs'
Nappy dugout get the fuck out
