Checkmate lyrics

Artist  : Cypress Hill 
Song : Checkmate



 Send "Checkmate" Ringtone to your Cell 

 Artist: Cypress Hill
Album: Cypress Hill IV
Song: Checkmate
Author: dj.flash@pobox.com

[Sen Dog]
Bout to mash these niggaz man
Don't come in my backyard motherf**ker
Hahaha, B-Real and the DOG, motherf**ker!
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 you/he wanna
try
Shoot to thrill, be at the Hill, I/we 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 sh*t to heal all souls
Makin you roll late night, you trippin, my game's
tight
To the new sh*t I bring, never the same hype
so PUSH THAT SH*T OFF, get up, don't let off
No matter how much blood you spit up
You could never be, f**kin with Greenthumb
The outcome's specific, you spliff it, collapsed
lung
We hit hard, breakin your guard, you can't tell
when the bells ring, bustin your shell, the pawn
fell

Chorus

(Peek-a-Boo, you f**k you!)

[Sen Dog]
I'ma freak that funk yea slam it in the trunk
I'ma kill all junk with the suicide clunk
Ain't nobody came my way, talkin bout
the Westside of L.A., so whatever
punk-ass click you claim, you keep bumpin that
shit
and elevate your frame, cause I want that
big-time, asshole, studio gangsta
Worth a lot of shit, but that's not the main
factor

[B-Real]
My nigga Sen's rollin again, remember when
we rocked shows, battlin foes, the time's been
long
Strong with the styles, you ain't hear to win
Like blood pourin out of the pen, the ink stains
Slim chance if it gets in your brain, the hot
flash
got you heated with repeated attacks over the
tracks
Smack niggaz up, back niggaz up, hack niggaz up
Jack niggaz up, hangin the wack niggaz up
Snowball effect, we rollin the city limits
Crushin the bit*h-ass niggaz with all the
gimmicks

Chorus

[Sen Dog]
Checkmate fool!