作曲 : Sylvia Robinson/O'Shea Jackson/Melvin Glover/Edward Fletcher CHORUS： So come on and chick-ity-check yo self before you wreck yo self You betta check yo self for you wreck yo self Cause I'm bad for your health I come real stealth Droppin bombs on ya moms, **** car alarms Do without one mother ***** wit yo Alpine Sold it for six-o, always let tricks know And friends know, we got that indoe Yo I'm not a sucka, sittin in A House of Pain And no I'm not the butler, I'll cut ya Head-butt ya, you say you can't touch this And I wouldn't touch ya, punk motherf****r Here to let you know boy, oh boy I make dough, but don't call me Dough-Boy This ain't no f****n picture A guy or *****-a, my ***** get wit ya And hit ya, makin they yack to the neck So you better run a check CHORUS Tricks wanna step to Cube and then they get played Cause they ***** may pullin out a switchblade That's kinda trifle, cause that's a knife-o AK-47, assault rifle Hold the fifty, I'm nifty now, [Watch out now] I hate motherf****rs claimin that they foldin bank But steady talkin s*it 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 the runnin up in ya slow You're God, used to be the Don Juan, now your name is just Twan Switch it, snap it, rollin your eyes and neck, you better run a check CHORUS Big ***** in ya ass is bad for your health If you're foul you better run a make on that license plate you coulda had a V8 Instead of a trey-eight slug to ya cranium I got six and I'm aimin em Will I bus or keep you guessin Cause **** you and that s*it ya stressin *****, get off the wood, you no good There goes the neighborhood hooker Go ahead and keep your drawers givin up the claps and who needs applause at a time like this, pop ya coochie and ya dead ***** is a Miami Hurricane head Sprung, ****** call her lips and lungs Nappy dugout, get the **** out Cause women like you gets no respect *****, you better run a check CHORUS Cause b*****s like you is bad for my health Cause the Lench Mob is bad for ya health Nine-trey, remix, old school tip, yeah It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder how I keep from goin under
作曲 : Sylvia Robinson/O'Shea Jackson/Melvin Glover/Edward Fletcher CHORUS： So come on and chick-ity-check yo self before you wreck yo self You betta check yo self for you wreck yo self Cause I'm bad for your health I come real stealth Droppin bombs on ya moms, **** car alarms Do without one mother ***** wit yo Alpine Sold it for six-o, always let tricks know And friends know, we got that indoe Yo I'm not a sucka, sittin in A House of Pain And no I'm not the butler, I'll cut ya Head-butt ya, you say you can't touch this And I wouldn't touch ya, punk motherf****r Here to let you know boy, oh boy I make dough, but don't call me Dough-Boy This ain't no f****n picture A guy or *****-a, my ***** get wit ya And hit ya, makin they yack to the neck So you better run a check CHORUS Tricks wanna step to Cube and then they get played Cause they ***** may pullin out a switchblade That's kinda trifle, cause that's a knife-o AK-47, assault rifle Hold the fifty, I'm nifty now, [Watch out now] I hate motherf****rs claimin that they foldin bank But steady talkin s*it 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 the runnin up in ya slow You're God, used to be the Don Juan, now your name is just Twan Switch it, snap it, rollin your eyes and neck, you better run a check CHORUS Big ***** in ya ass is bad for your health If you're foul you better run a make on that license plate you coulda had a V8 Instead of a trey-eight slug to ya cranium I got six and I'm aimin em Will I bus or keep you guessin Cause **** you and that s*it ya stressin *****, get off the wood, you no good There goes the neighborhood hooker Go ahead and keep your drawers givin up the claps and who needs applause at a time like this, pop ya coochie and ya dead ***** is a Miami Hurricane head Sprung, ****** call her lips and lungs Nappy dugout, get the **** out Cause women like you gets no respect *****, you better run a check CHORUS Cause b*****s like you is bad for my health Cause the Lench Mob is bad for ya health Nine-trey, remix, old school tip, yeah It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder how I keep from goin under
