Aaah ha ha ha (Check this out!)
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Wooh! Check it out (Check this out)
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Aaaah yeah (Check this out)
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Ya just don't stop, kid ya just don't stop (Check this out)
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Yeah ya just don't stop, word up
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Aaah yeah!
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Chorus (x8):
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Check it out y'all (Check it check it out, dun)
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Verse 1: Dray, Books
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Check this out, yo, yo
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Well check it out it's the incredible, never edible, unforgettable
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dweller from the cellar kickin terror cos I'm terrible
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See I be schoolin em, foolin em when I'm speakin it
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Peepin it cos y'all be keepin it, look how I'm freakin it
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I got'cha tinglin, tinglin and minglin
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Border way to go, the radio they got my single in
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They rockin this, ain't no toppin this when I'm droppin this
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style that I can buy cos yo I rhyme like a rhinoceros
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My skill is illy, silly when I work it
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Quick to flip the lip and rip a nigga out the circuit
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So step wit it, can ya get wit it when I'm flexin it
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Takin out these quick cos my nigga Books is next on it
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I know you're not set, check it, you're wonderin where the heck I've
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been
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Chillin stupid, cos there ain't no dooper who got wrecker than
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the Boogie Banger, it could be danger so back, tootz
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Cos we're guys but niggas wanna revise they rap books
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What up kid? I can sell you rugged with the hip-hoppin
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Throw it, like to see me from my nuts until my dick top
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What a bummer, it seem to be no MC can get dumber than
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Me one other, two niggas from the
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sewer, my shit is new without the *?bagnesia?*
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Cos G, I be's the man from here to Indonesia
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Aah yeah, you heard me, see I'm just another dirty dick
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Drastically, casually I puff the erb to get zone like the Senate, so
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Chorus
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Verse 2: Dray, Books
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Here I come so nigga don't be hatchin it, I'm snatchin it, niggas
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o'dose
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when I catch this
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Niggas in the dark, I spark at them like I was matches
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I set up quicker, kick a verse with no distortion
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I suggest MC's proceed with some caution
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I hip, tip, grippin tit because there ain't no
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way I'm gonna lift when I erupt like a volcano
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I'm acid, my crew is massive, you're soft like jello
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I'm gettin props, a habit like Abbott & Costello
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When I flaunt this, niggas want this, they'll be usin
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a squeegee when I'm bitchin cos bitch I'm comin to get your ass
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Comin to get'cha it's the D-Bats so nigga think back to the way I
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bring
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this
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or brung that, I swung that, now look at the way I'm swingin this
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just like my name was Joe DiMaggio
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and hell Dray! My 12 guage spit shells like pizaggio
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We can get it on and my word is bond and fuck who you be G
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Your crew is easy just like Sunday mornin when I'm yawnin so
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It's no sense in you losin what you got kid
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Cos G I be doin the mic like Mr.T be doin the chopsticks
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Ya gets done like no matter where ya from, jack
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for fun, I'm nailin rappers like a thumb tack
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I'm sort've spliffed so I don't think niggas order it
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Plus I'm the type you might not like to leave your daughter with
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Chorus
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(Check this out) [x9]
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Chorus to fade
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Check It Out
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