Lyrics Language: Scots Song writer/composer(s): Louis M. Freeze, Lawrence Muggerud, Senen Reyes
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Cypress HillCheckmate Lyrics:
Bout to mash these niggaz man
Don't come in my backyard motherfucker
Ha ha ha, B Real and the dog, motherfucker
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'm a 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
Penitentiary steel pull heads to bed from the choke of a headlock
Fadin' bald heads to perms, even dreadlocks bwoy
Rudebwoy with me style I can get foul or wild, or just cool for a while
Checkmate fool hang 'em high
Got the live shit, bang 'em whenever you wanna try
Shoot to thrill, be at the hill, I take 'em all
Checkmate fool wherever the pawns fall
Checkmate fool hang 'em high
Got the live shit, bang 'em whenever you wanna try
Shoot to thrill, be at the hill, I take 'em all
Checkmate fool wherever the pawns fall
Look, look,look, every way you get shook shook
To the pawn, takin' out the rook, off of the book
Lights get took en, 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 shit to heal all souls makin' you roll late night you trippin'
My game's tight to the new shit I bring never the same hype
So push that shit off, get up, don't let off
No matter how much blood you spit up
You could never be, fuckin' with green thumb
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
Checkmate fool hang 'em high
Got the live shit, bang 'em whenever you wanna try
Shoot to thrill, be at the hill, I take 'em all
Checkmate fool wherever the pawns fall
Checkmate fool hang 'em high
Got the live shit, bang 'em whenever you wanna try
Shoot to thrill, be at the hill, I take 'em all
Checkmate fool wherever the pawns fall
Freak a boo you
I'm a freak that funk yea slam it in the trunk
I'm a kill all junk with the suicide clunk
Ain't nobody came my way, talkin' bout
The West Side of L.A.
So whatever punkass click you claim,
You keep bumpin' that shit and elevate your frame
Cause I want that big-time, studio gangsta
Worth a lot of shit, but that's not the main factor
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 niggaz with all the gimmicks
Checkmate fool hang 'em high
Got the live shit, bang 'em whenever you wanna try
Shoot to thrill, be at the hill, I take 'em all
Checkmate fool wherever the pawns fall
Checkmate fool hang 'em high
Got the live shit, bang 'em whenever you wanna try
Shoot to thrill, be at the hill, I take 'em all
Checkmate fool wherever the pawns fall
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