Check It Out lyrics

Artist  : Das Efx 
Song : Check It Out



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Aaah ha ha ha (Check this out!)
Wooh! Check it
out (Check this out)
Aaaah yeah (Check this
out)
Ya just don't stop kid ya just don't stop
(Check this out)
Yeah ya just don't stop word
up
Aaah yeah!
Chorus (x8):
Check it out
y'all (Check it check it out dun)
Verse 1:
Dray Books
Check this out yo yo
Well check
it out it's the incredible never edible
unforgettable
dweller from the cellar kickin
terror cos I'm terrible
See I be schoolin em,
foolin em when I'm speakin it
Peepin it cos
y'all be keepin it, look how I'm freakin it
I
got'cha tinglin, tinglin and minglin
Border
way to go, the radio they got my single
in
They rockin this, ain't no toppin this when
I'm droppin this
style that I can buy cos yo I
rhyme like a rhinoceros
My skill is illy,
silly when I work it
Quick to flip the lip and
rip a nigga out the circuit
So step wit it, can
ya get wit it when I'm flexin it
Takin out
these quick cos my nigga Books is next on it
I
know you're not set, check it, you're wonderin
where the heck I've
been
Chillin stupid,
cos there ain't no dooper who got wrecker
than
the Boogie Banger, it could be danger so
back, tootz
Cos we're guys but niggas wanna
revise they rap books
What up kid? I can sell
you rugged with the hip-hoppin
Throw it, like
to see me from my nuts until my dick top
What
a bummer, it seem to be no MC can get dumber
than
Me one other, two niggas from
the
sewer, my shit is new without the
*?bagnesia?*
Cos G, I be's the man from here
to Indonesia
Aah yeah, you heard me, see I'm
just another dirty dick
Drastically, casually
I puff the erb to get zone like the Senate,
so
Chorus
Verse 2: Dray, Books
Here I
come so nigga don't be hatchin it, I'm snatchin
it, niggas
o'dose
when I catch
this
Niggas in the dark, I spark at them like
I was matches
I set up quicker, kick a verse
with no distortion
I suggest MC's proceed with
some caution
I hip, tip, grippin tit because
there ain't no
way I'm gonna lift when I erupt
like a volcano
I'm acid, my crew is massive,
you're soft like jello
I'm gettin props, a
habit like Abbott & Costello
When I flaunt
this, niggas want this, they'll be usin
a
squeegee when I'm bitchin cos bitch I'm comin to
get your ass
Comin to get'cha it's the D-Bats
so nigga think back to the way
I
bring
this
or brung that, I swung
that, now look at the way I'm swingin
this
just like my name was Joe DiMaggio
and
hell Dray! My 12 guage spit shells like
pizaggio
We can get it on and my word is bond
and fuck who you be G
Your crew is easy just
like Sunday mornin when I'm yawnin so
It's no
sense in you losin what you got kid
Cos G I be
doin the mic like Mr.T be doin the
chopsticks
Ya gets done like no matter where
ya from, jack
for fun, I'm nailin rappers like
a thumb tack
I'm sort've spliffed so I don't
think niggas order it
Plus I'm the type you
might not like to leave your daughter
with
Chorus
(Check this out) [x9]
Chorus
to fade