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Some information about Checkmate Lyrics Title: Cypress Hill - Checkmate lyrics Artist: Cypress Hill Album: Cypress Hill IV Visitors: 7 visitors have visited Checkmate Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. [Sen Dog] Bout to mash these niggaz man Don t come in my backyard motherfucker HahahaB-Real and the DOGmotherfucker! Ha! Yeah Here we go y allthat s the nigga head dog Lunatic smokin loopsloose in your sector Got my eye on emon the apparatus like a bone to a dogyea you know I gotta have it Anywhere you get it shitand I ma grab it Turn around stares to your face and I jab it Drop youlike one of those ill bad habits Hunt youlike a hillbilly huntin a rabbit Cuttin niggaz up like Muggs on the wheels for realspenetentiary steel Pull heads to bed from the choke of a headlock Fadin baldheads to permseven dreadlocks BWOYrudebwoy with me style I can get foul or wildor just cool for a while Chorus: B-RealSen Dog (Checkmate fool!) Hang em high Got the live shitbang em whenever you/he wanna try Shoot to thrillbe at the HillI/we take em all (Checkmate fool!) Wherever the pawns fall * repeat 2X * [B-Real] Look look punkevery way you get shook To the pawntakin out the rookoff of the book Lights get tookentaken you for Satan You can t breatheno need to look up and see me The last hopewhen you mellow you call whoever For the hype shityou call the Hillput it together Runnin this gamebringin the sameraw shit Over the hillsthrough the city we come equipped to the letterkeepin your temperature down low What I revealthe good shit to heal all souls Makin you roll late nightyou trippinmy game s tight To the new shit I bringnever the same hype so PUSH THAT SHIT OFFget updon t let off No matter how much blood you spit up You could never befuckin with Greenthumb The outcome s specificyou spliff itcollapsed lung We hit hardbreakin your guardyou can t tell when the bells ringbustin your shellthe pawn fell Chorus (Peek-a-Booyou 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 waytalkin bout the Westside of L.A.so whatever punk-ass click you claimyou keep bumpin that shit and elevate your framecause I want that big-timeassholestudio gangsta Worth a lot of shitbut that s not the main factor [B-Real] My nigga Sen s rollin againremember when we rocked showsbattlin foesthe time s been long Strong with the stylesyou ain t hear to win Like blood pourin out of the penthe ink stains Slim chance if it gets in your brainthe hot flash got you heated with repeated attacks over the tracks Smack niggaz upback niggaz uphack niggaz up Jack niggaz uphangin the wack niggaz up Snowball effectwe rollin the city limits Crushin the bitch-ass niggaz with all the gimmicks Chorus [Sen Dog] Checkmate fool! Hottest songs from Cypress Hill : Fans who visit this lyrics also like: |
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