Yeah, word is bond DAS EFX in this, you know what I'm sayin'? Straight from the sewer, word is bond Yeah, yeah, ah, yeah We doin' this with my nigga Where my nigga gang, Ice Cube in the mother--r? Word is bond, yeah You better check yourself before you wreck yourself 'Cause I'm bad for your health I come real stealth, dropping bombs on your moms -- car alarms, doing foul crime, I'm that nigga with your Alpine Sold it for a six-o, always let tricks know And friends know, we got the indo' No, I'm not a sucker sitting in a House of Pain And no, I'm not the butler, I'll cut you (huh, huh) Headbutt you, you say you can't touch this And I wouldn't touch you, in fact, mother-punk you (uh) Here to let you know boy, oh boy I make dough, but don't call me Doughboy This ain't no --in' motion picture A guy or bitch-a, I'll get with you, and hit you Taking that yak to the neck, so you better run a check So come on and chickity-check yourself, before you wreck yourself (uh) Chickity-check yourself, before you wreck yourself, boy! (Yeah) Come on and check yourself, before you wreck yourself 'Cause shotgun bullets are bad for your health Mic-mic-microphone check (one, two! Check it!) Mic-mic-microphone check (one, two! Check it!) Tricks wanna step to Cube and then they get played 'Cause they bitch-made, pullin' out a switchblade That's kinda trifle 'cause that's a knife, hoe AK-47, Assault Rifle Hold the fifty, I'm nifty, pow! I got a new style (watch out now!) (Ha-ha) I hate mother-ckers 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 they runnin' up in you slow You're gone, used to be the Don Juan (check that shit out!) Now your name is just Twan Switchin', snappin', rollin' your eyes and neck You better run a check So chickity-check yourself, before you wreck yourself Come on and check yourself, before you wrickity-wreck yourself So chickity-check yourself, before you wreck yourself 'Cause big dicks up your ass is bad for you health Mic-mic-microphone check (one, two! Check it!) Mic-mic-microphone check (one, two! Check it!) If you're foul, you better run a make on that license plate You could have had a V8 (somethin'), 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 f- you and that shit you're 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 you dead The bitch is a Miami Hurricane head Sprung, niggas call her, "Lips and Lungs" Nappy dugout, get the f-k out! 'Cause women like you gets no respect Bitch, you better run a check So chickity-check yourself, before you wreck yourself So chickity-check yourself, before you wreck yourself (yeah) Come on and check yourself, before you wrickity-wreck yourself 'Cause bitches like you is bad for my health Mic-mic-microphone check (yeah) (one, two! Check it!), come again, check it (yeah) Mic-mic-microphone check (yeah) (one, two! Check it!), come again, check it (yo) Chickity-check yourself, before you wreck yourself You better chickity-check yourself, before you wreck yourself, boy I said check yourself, before you wrickity-wreck yourself (check, check) Mic-microphone check Mic-microphone check (check it, one, two!) Mic-microphone check (one, two!) Mic-microphone check (check it, one, two, one, two!) Mic-microphone check (one, two!) Mic-microphone check (check it, one, two!, one, two!) Mic-microphone check (one, two) Mic-microphone (yeah) (check yourself Cube, check yourself Cube, check yourself)
