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Sir Mix-A-Lot - I Check My Bank lyrics
I'm peelin off domes with a baseball bat Forty four Magnum choice of gat Mercury tip fillin up my clip I can shoot him in the dome or I can get him in the hip but boom look at all the niggaz runnin out the room Just another soldier causin doom No I don't bang but I like to wound... my enemy Who is the enemy I'm glad you asked Any motherfucker standin in my path Got a Bentley Turbo now you wanna jack but remember, Mack Daddy is strapped And when you're platinum, niggaz start dissin Record companies think you're missin But I'm back *clap clap (gunfire)* I'm back *clap clap (gunfire)* I'm back and I got a bigger gat *click BOOM* Now the positive rhymes is onnnn And I'm positively hittin that dome You might want mine but you can't get mine Rather put a hot nine right up in your behind I'm not the nigga that you wanna recoup And I don't wear a Giorgio suit but I'm down for my business so please don't step You heard about my lawfirm's rep, I check my bank Chorus: DJ Punisher and Sir Mix-a-Lot "Cash money, cash-cash.. money" "Boom! Here I am, rich" Checkin my bank "Cash money, cash-cash.. money" "Boom! Here I am, rich" AhhhI checks my bank "Cash money, cash-cash.. money" "Boom! Here I am, rich" Straight checkin my bank "Cash money, cash-cash-cash-cash.... cash money" In the magazine I look like a dope man cause I'm paid, and I'm suckin up to no man And in the rap game I gets no respect cause I'm checkin more bank than the Heat check Yeah I'm a pimp and my hoe is the system Uncle Sam might think I just dissed him But nah I'm just pumpin straight facts You either be a mack, or you get macked Some of the jealous wanna roll on the boss But this HK's keepin em tossed Cause I duck them deuce deuce treys at point blank range *automatic gunfire* Attitudes get changed I'm about making these dividends and every motherfucker ain't my friend And I check my back when I count my snaps And niggaz that snatch get slapped Girls wanna roll, that's cool but I'm not to be played that fool Some niggaz think a brother with money is slippin but I've be down, so quit trippin My goal, to increase the size of this bank I hold, and bring up the brothers whose down to roll, and keep all the shit under my control That's how I'm livin, I check my bank Chorus: DJ Punisher "Cash money, cash-cash.. money" "Clockin more dollars than Chase Manhattan" *repeat 2X* I check my bank *DJ Punisher starts scratch* C'mon Punish! "Cash money" A word to the cops, I can't be stopped A word to my enemies, I don't drop props A word to the Klan, I don't pick crops You can run up with your whip but you'll just run up and get popped A word to the Tipper, rap won't fall A word to the bourgeoise, fuck all y'all A word to Apartheid you bouts to fall You can kill a couple brothers but you'll never get us all Straight laced game's what I'm poppin at the new jacks Mack Daddy niggaz like to snatch fat sacks I used to be nice with my rhymes, and now I drop dimes *Beastie Boys scratch "What's the time?"* It's time to get paid in the nine-two G Recession never stopped a nigga like me I'm breakin no laws but I'm livin on edge Puttin CEO's to bed Business, straight yankin in dead presidents It's like sellin dope, but the money ain't bent The game is stiff, but I'ma get mine My set is a dollar sign, I check my bank Yup, checkin my bank, fool, ha ha Yup, I check my bank, sheeit Straight checkin my bank C'mon Punish! *DJ Punisher starts scratchin* Punish em! Punish em! Show these DJ's what time it is Punish Peace out y'all, and I'm checkin my bank I checks my bank I checks my bank, straight paid clown Checkin my bank I checks my bank! |
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