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B-Legit - Check It Out lyrics
From a nickel and dime ass nigga To a top top top....big rigga Check it Check it out Check it out Check it out Check it Check it out Check it out Check it out Check it out Check it B-legit: It ain't cell in this town that can hold And fuck the task force cuz them suckas tried to fold me, scold me Told me if i move that they was blastin Got me to the station, hella questions they be askin Who's the big balla, who supply your crew Who got the big birdies in the box is it you? I never said a word cuz nigga i don't do so You fools got some question better ask the lawyer rouseau Kurupt: I'm so international All about my cashional 18 million rational (speak mice)??? What you want fool dogg tell me what you need 'bout a couple pints of hennisse an eighth of weed Seems time gettin shorter Time to elevate from nickels, dimes up to quarters Kurupt, b-legit, and 40 water Niggaz oughta Get to swervin' Take a hit, hit the strip and then get to pervin' E-40: Squa, squa,squab music Mobb music Right on a muthfucka and draw down on his ass music The 213 the 41510 Pull a ho without a muthafuckin tug of war 40 water your playa patna Ever since the womb I been a tycoone Actin up (actin up) Actin tough (actin tough) Actin bad with all kinds of guns and stuff X4 From a nickel and dime ass nigga To a top hat ballin big rigga Kurupt: I got a half a ounce And a 'four to bounce Half a brick to flip Large amount accounts Live as a young nigga with loot don't count Live as a young nigga with loot turned out You know it ain't nothing to it but to do it Flow like fluid You's inlcuded Pursue it Subdue it And run through it Doin what i do is hard to maintain my composure Ah man they came through with no douja B-legit: The muthfuckin county ain't no place for the savage A cock hound dank smokin nigga 'bout his cabbage But if i'm ever caught i'm a ride my shit Divorce my broad But nigga keep my bitch Bury my mail in my momma backyard Steeady poppin' chyme to correctional guards They fucks wit my crew cuz they claim that we be trouble Them niggaz from the v to the h-i double I'm tryin to get this party tonight at this motel A gang a bitches there Some more on my voice mail Bathtub full of the ice and the fifths My homey k-1 rollin blunts at the crib First i take a hit Strolls like a pimp The muthafuckin savage with the million dollar limp Another big day for this timin ass balla Hit the block stock in my ninety fin impala Let them pipes holla I know i'm looking saucy 19 shots sittin next to my 40 Snatch my knot Shake the spot and gets far Bitch, i'm a muthafuckin rap star X4 From a nickel and dime ass nigga To a top hat ballin big rigga E-40: I open shop with sixteenth of powder to a whole zip To a half ham now i'm sitting kilograms Niggaz 'spect me to the upmost cuz i'm highly spoken 'bout Niggaz love me because i'm all about my paper route I keep my lawyers and my bail bondsmen paid shiiiit For all i know they might decide to raid shiiiit Back in the day po-po was easily out-smarted But now they got some new and improved state of the art B-legit: Now its going down am i living in the past This modern day slavery takin' toll on my ass You either take me in or let's this timer go Or if you got some charges nigga let this timer know I told you i'm a rapper Love to entertain Catch me on the stage with a mic spittin game Legit's my name and you can even ask your daughter About kurupt, b-legit and 40 water X8 From a nickel and dime ass nigga To a top hat ballin big rigga |
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