K-pop Lyrics

So come on and
chick-ity-check yo
self before you wreck
yo self

You betta check yo self
for you wreck yo self
Cause I'm bad for your
health
I come real stealth
Droppin bombs on ya moms,
fuck car alarms
Do without one mother
nigga wit yo Alpine
Sold it for six-o,
always let tricks know
And friends know, we
got that indoe
Yo I'm not a sucka,
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, punk motherfucker
Here to let you know
boy, oh boy
I make dough, but
don't call me Dough-Boy
This ain't no fuckin
picture
A guy or bitch-a,
my nigga get wit ya
And hit ya, makin
they yack to the neck
So you better run a check

So come on and
chick-ity-check yo
self before you wreck
yo self

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 now,
[Watch out now]
I hate motherfuckers
claimin that they
foldin bank
But steady talkin shit
in the holdin tank
First you wanna step to
me, now your ass screamin
for the deputy
They send you to
Charlie-Baker-Denver row,
now the runnin up in
ya slow
You're God, 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 come on and
chick-ity-check yo
self before you wreck
yo self

Big dicks in ya ass is
bad for your health

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 ya cranium
I got six and
I'm aimin em
Will I bus or keep you
guessin
Cause fuck you and that
shit ya stressin
Bitch, get off the wood,
you 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 ya
coochie and ya dead
Bitch is a Miami
Hurricane head
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 come on and
chick-ity-check yo
self before you wreck
yo self

Cause bitches like you
is bad for my health
Cause the Lench Mob is
bad for ya health

Nine-trey, remix,
old school tip, yeah
It's like a jungle sometimes
it makes me wonder how
I keep from goin under