Song Lyrics

So come on and chickity check yo self before you wreck yo self
Check

You better check yo self before you wreck yo self
'Cause I'm bad for your health
I come real stealth
Dropping bombs on your moms
F*ck car alarms
Doing foul crime
I'm that nigga wit'cha Alpine
Sold it for a six-o, always let tricks know
And friends know we got that indo
No I'm not a sucker sitting 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, punk mothafucka
Here to let you know boy, oh boy
I make dough but don't call me Dough Boy
This ain't no fucking motion picture
A guy or bitch-a, my nigga get wit-cha
And hit you taking that yak 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

Tricks wanna step to Cube and then they get played
'Cause they bitchmade pulling out a switchblade
That's kinda trifle 'cause that's a knife, ho
AK-47, assault rifle
Hold the fifty, I'm nifty, pow
I gotta new style (Watch out now)
I hate motherfuckers claiming that they folding bank
But steady talking shit in the holding tank
First you wanna step to me?
Now your ass screaming 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
Now your name is just Twan
Switch it, snap it, rolling 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
Big dicks in yo ass is bad for ya health

(Chickity-check, yeah, chickity-check, yeah)

If you're foul, you better run a make on that license plate
You coulda had a V8
Instead of a trey-eight slug to your cranium
I got six and I'm aimin' 'em
Will I buss or keep you guessing
'Cause f*ck you and that shit you're stressing
Bitch get off the wood, you're no good
There goes the neighbourhood hooker
Go ahead and keep your drawers
Giving 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 & Lungs'
Nappy dugout, get the f*ck out
'Cause women like you gets no respect
Bitch, you better run a check

So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
Come on and check yo self before you wrickity-wreck yo self
'Cause bitches like you is bad for my health

(Chickity-check, yeah, chickity-check, yeah)

So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
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
So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
Come on and check yo self before you wrickity-wreck yo self
'Cause the Lench Mob is bad for your health

Nine-trey, remix
Old school tip, yeah
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder
How I keep from going under

O'shea Jackson, Clifton Chase, Edward Fletcher, Melvin Glover, Sylvia Robinson

The duration of Check Yo Self [Remix] is 4:15 minutes and seconds.