Check It Out

Ah ha ha ha (Check this out!)

Woo! Check it out (Check this out)

Ah 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

Ah yeah!

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Check it out y'all (Check it check it out, dun)

Check this out, yo, yo

Well check it out it's the incredible, never edible, unforgettable

Dweller from the cellar kickin' terror 'cause I'm terrible

See I be schoolin' 'em, foolin' 'em when I'm speakin' it

Peepin' it 'cause 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 'cause 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 'cause 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, 'cause there ain't no dooper who got wrecker than

The Boogie Banger, it could be danger so back, tootz

'Cause we're guys but niggas want to 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 magnesia

'Cause 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

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 emcees 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 and Costello

When I flaunt this, niggas want this, they'll be usin'

A squeegee when I'm bitchin' 'cause 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 twelve gauge 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

'Cause 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 of spliffed so I don't think niggas order it

Plus I'm the type you might not like to leave your daughter with