| Lyrics: | Artist: Cypress Hill
Album: Cypress Hill IV
Song: Checkmate
Author:
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[Sen Dog]
Bout to mash these niggaz man
Don't come in my
backyard motherfucker
Hahaha, B-Real and the DOG, motherfucker!
Ha! Yeah
Here we go
y'all, that's the nigga head dog
Lunatic smokin loops, loose in your sector
Got my eye on
em, on the apparatus
like a bone to a dog, yea you know I gotta have it
Anywhere you get it
shit, and I'ma grab it
Turn around stares to your face and I jab it
Drop you, like one of
those ill bad habits
Hunt you, like a hillbilly huntin a rabbit
Cuttin niggaz up like Muggs
on the wheels
for reals, penetentiary steel
Pull heads to bed from the choke of a
headlock
Fadin baldheads to perms, even dreadlocks
BWOY, rudebwoy with me style
I can
get foul or wild, or just cool for a while
Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog
(Checkmate
fool!) Hang em high
Got the live shit, bang em whenever youhe wanna try
Shoot to thrill, be
at the Hill, Iwe take em all
(Checkmate fool!) Wherever the pawns fall
* repeat 2X
*
[B-Real]
Look look punk, every way you get shook
To the pawn, takin out the rook,
off of the book
Lights get tooken, taken you for Satan
You can't breathe, no need to look up
and see me
The last hope, when you mellow you call whoever
For the hype shit, you call the
Hill, put it together
Runnin this game, bringin the same, raw shit
Over the hills, through
the city we come equipped
to the letter, keepin your temperature down low
What I reveal, the
good shit to heal all souls
Makin you roll late night, you trippin, my game's tight
To the
new shit I bring, never the same hype
so PUSH THAT SHIT OFF, get up, donc |
