Checkmate Lyrics by Cypress Hill

Checkmate Lyrics

    [Sen Dog]
    Bout to mash these niggaz man
    Don't come in my backyard motherfucker
    Hahaha, 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'ma 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, penetentiary steel
    Pull heads to bed from the choke of a headlock
    Fadin baldheads to perms, even dreadlocks
    BWOY, rudebwoy with me style
    I can get foul or wild, or just cool for a while

    Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog

    (Checkmate fool!) Hang em high
    Got the live shit, bang em whenever you/he wanna try
    Shoot to thrill, be at the Hill, I/we take em all
    (Checkmate fool!) Wherever the pawns fall

    * repeat 2X *

    [B-Real]
    Look look punk, every way you get shook
    To the pawn, takin out the rook, off of the book
    Lights get tooken, 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 Greenthumb
    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

    Chorus

    (Peek-a-Boo, you fuck you!)

    [Sen Dog]
    I'ma freak that funk yea slam it in the trunk
    I'ma kill all junk with the suicide clunk
    Ain't nobody came my way, talkin bout
    the Westside of L.A., so whatever
    punk-ass click you claim, you keep bumpin that shit
    and elevate your frame, cause I want that
    big-time, asshole, studio gangsta
    Worth a lot of shit, but that's not the main factor

    [B-Real]
    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 bitch-ass niggaz with all the gimmicks

    Chorus

    [Sen Dog]
    Checkmate fool!

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