Check Yo Self (Remix)

Check Yo Self (Remix)

Ice Cube

Yeah! Word is bond!
Das EFX in this ya know what I'm sayin'
Straight from the sewer word is bond!
Yeah! Yea! Ah yeah! We doin' this with my nigga
Where my nigga? Ice Cube in the motherfucker
Word is bond! (Yeah!)

You better check yo self before you wreck yo self
'cause 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 (Uh!)
Headbutt 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 DoughBoy
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

[Chorus]
Mic-mic-microphone check (One, two! Check it!)
Mic-mic-microphone check (One, two! Check it!)

Tricks want to step to Cube and then they get played
Cause they bitch may pullin' out a switchblade
That's kinda trifle, case 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 want to 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 (Check that shit out!)
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

[Chorus]

If you're foul, you better run a make on that license plate
You could of had a V8
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 ya 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 ya dead
The bitch is a Miami Hurricane hit
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 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

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus: x3]

Written by JACKSON, O'SHEA / ROBINSON, SYLVIA / GLOVER, MELVIN / FLETCHER, EDWARD
Published by Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group

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