Check It Out Lyrics by B-Legit

Check It Out Lyrics

    From a nickel and dime ass nigga
    To a top top top....big rigga
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    B-legit:
    It ain't cell in this town that can hold
    And fuck the task force cuz them suckas tried to fold me, scold me
    Told me if i move that they was blastin
    Got me to the station, hella questions they be askin
    Who's the big balla, who supply your crew
    Who got the big birdies in the box is it you?
    I never said a word cuz nigga i don't do so
    You fools got some question better ask the lawyer rouseau

    Kurupt:
    I'm so international
    All about my cashional
    18 million rational (speak mice)???
    What you want fool dogg tell me what you need
    'bout a couple pints of hennisse an eighth of weed
    Seems time gettin shorter
    Time to elevate from nickels, dimes up to quarters
    Kurupt, b-legit, and 40 water
    Niggaz oughta
    Get to swervin'
    Take a hit, hit the strip and then get to pervin'

    E-40:
    Squa, squa,squab music
    Mobb music
    Right on a muthfucka and draw down on his ass music
    The 213 the 41510
    Pull a ho without a muthafuckin tug of war
    40 water your playa patna
    Ever since the womb
    I been a tycoone
    Actin up (actin up)
    Actin tough (actin tough)
    Actin bad with all kinds of guns and stuff

    X4
    From a nickel and dime ass nigga
    To a top hat ballin big rigga

    Kurupt:
    I got a half a ounce
    And a 'four to bounce
    Half a brick to flip
    Large amount accounts
    Live as a young nigga with loot don't count
    Live as a young nigga with loot turned out
    You know it ain't nothing to it but to do it
    Flow like fluid
    You's inlcuded
    Pursue it
    Subdue it
    And run through it
    Doin what i do is hard to maintain my composure
    Ah man they came through with no douja

    B-legit:
    The muthfuckin county ain't no place for the savage
    A cock hound dank smokin nigga 'bout his cabbage
    But if i'm ever caught i'm a ride my shit
    Divorce my broad
    But nigga keep my bitch
    Bury my mail in my momma backyard
    Steeady poppin' chyme to correctional guards
    They fucks wit my crew cuz they claim that we be trouble
    Them niggaz from the v to the h-i double
    I'm tryin to get this party tonight at this motel
    A gang a bitches there
    Some more on my voice mail
    Bathtub full of the ice and the fifths
    My homey k-1 rollin blunts at the crib
    First i take a hit
    Strolls like a pimp
    The muthafuckin savage with the million dollar limp
    Another big day for this timin ass balla
    Hit the block stock in my ninety fin impala
    Let them pipes holla
    I know i'm looking saucy
    19 shots sittin next to my 40
    Snatch my knot
    Shake the spot and gets far
    Bitch, i'm a muthafuckin rap star

    X4
    From a nickel and dime ass nigga
    To a top hat ballin big rigga

    E-40:
    I open shop with sixteenth of powder to a whole zip
    To a half ham now i'm sitting kilograms
    Niggaz 'spect me to the upmost cuz i'm highly spoken 'bout
    Niggaz love me because i'm all about my paper route
    I keep my lawyers and my bail bondsmen paid shiiiit
    For all i know they might decide to raid shiiiit
    Back in the day po-po was easily out-smarted
    But now they got some new and improved state of the art

    B-legit:
    Now its going down am i living in the past
    This modern day slavery takin' toll on my ass
    You either take me in or let's this timer go
    Or if you got some charges nigga let this timer know
    I told you i'm a rapper
    Love to entertain
    Catch me on the stage with a mic spittin game
    Legit's my name and you can even ask your daughter
    About kurupt, b-legit and 40 water

    X8
    From a nickel and dime ass nigga
    To a top hat ballin big rigga

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