Check it Out (Letra)

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Flippin the script, page one
We got the real McCoy’s in the house, the big kids
Callin all the shots
So here’s the resume for the day, check it

[Grand Puba Maxwell]
Uh-huh, it’s time to turn the page
So check it out y’all, check it check it out (check it out)
Check it out y’all, check it check it out (check it out)
Check it out y’all, check it check it out (check it out)
Check it out y’all, check it check it out (check it out)

Well here’s some reel type shit, Grand Puba with the singer
Give thumbs up cause I’m glad I could bring her
Honey clear your throat [MJB] Oooooh-hooooo-yeahhh!
Yeah the shit sound dope
Well here goes the skit, it’s the kick a rhyme zing
to the beat shit, that you wanna get wit
Brothers try to copy but they just can’t get it down right
This is how we move it tonight
So honey is you ready? [MJB] Yes I’m ready!
So, kick the flavor, get the loot, and let’s be jetti

* Mary starts crooning *

Aiyyo check it
Well I’ll be damned if I do, damned if I don’t
It’s time to kick the flavor on the reel you think I won’t?
[MJB] And you know I come to kick the flavor too
Well that’s true! Now how we do?
[MJB] I gets busy
Aiyyo hon me too
[MJB] And that’s nothin
Cause that’s the way we do
[MJB] So get ready (uh-huh)
[MJB] Because you know the deal and what’s the real thing
Yeah yeah yeah!
So let’s get down, get down with honey from Uptown
When I’m done with this I’ll be around like James Brown
Ain’t no thing, honey JUST sing!

[MJB] You know ahhhiiii-I, and youuuuuuu
Uhh, yeah, we got it goin on (got it goin on)
We got it goin on (got it goin on)
We got it goin on (got it goin on)
You got it goin on

So check it out y’all, check it check it out (check it out!)
Check it out y’all, check it check it out (check it out!)
Check it out y’all, check it check it out (check it out!)
Check it out y’all, check it check it out (check it out!)
Uh!

[MJB] You know, you know I know (uh-huh)
Puba knows, how to flow
[GPM] So bear witness to the Grand Puba slickness
Better get your medication cause it spreads on the quickness
[MJB] Take notes to what’s goin on
[GPM] Aiyyo, Grand Puba and Mary
[MJB] Won’t steer you wrong!
[GPM] Hon it’s just that shit
[MJB] Let’s get it on!
[GPM] And on and on, and on and on
Aiyyo, some try to flow
[MJB] But they just can’t do it
[GPM] But you know how that go
[MJB] Ain’t nothin to it
[GPM] But, to do it, run right through it
Those who know the time, huh, already knew it
I drink a Snapple and I wet my Adam’s apple
And head straight for the center, the dope style inventor
Quick to make a buck, cause it’s not beginner’s luck
Type of shit that hits, when you pump it in your truck
Not Ashford and Simpson, Ike and Tina Turner
Sonny or Cher, it’s somethin dope on your ear
So whether Monday
[MJB] Tuesday
[GPM] Wednesday
[MJB] Thursday
[GPM] Friday
[MJB] Saturday
[GPM] It don’t make a matter
This is the type of shit to make the pockets fatter
It’s simply splendid, the way that we bend it
But it’s time for me to jet, so I’ma let Mary end it

[Mary J. Blige]
You know, you know I know
Puba knows, how to flow (got it goin on)
You know, you know I know-owowwwwwwww (you got it goin on)
You-eheheweeeeeee (uh) * Mary starts crooning *
Yeah yeah

"Oooh, baby yeah.." (6X)

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Check It Out (Letra)

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From a nickel and dime ass nigga
To a top top top….big rigga
Check it
Check it out
Check it out
Check it out
Check it
Check it out
Check it out
Check it out
Check it out
Check it

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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Check It Out (Letra)

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Million young poets
Screamin´ out their words
To a world full of people
Just livin´ to be heard
Future generations
Ridin´on the highways that we built
I hope, that they have better understanding

Check it out
Goin to work on monday
Check it out
Got yourself a family
Check it out
All utility bills have been paid
You can´t tell your best buddy
That you love him
So check it out
Where does our time go
Check it out
Got a brand new house in escrow
Check it out
Sleepin´ with your back
To your loved one
This is all, we have learned
About happiness

Check it out,
Forgot to say hello to my neighbours
Check it out
Sometimes i question my own behavior
Check it out
Talkin´ about the girls, we´ve
Seen on the sly
Just to tell our souls
We´re still the young lions
So check it out
Gettin´ too drunk on saturdays
Check it out
Playin´ football with the kids
On sundays
Check it out
Soaring with the eagles all week long
And this is all, we have learned
About living
This is all, we have learned
About living

A million young poets
Screamin´ out their words
Maybe someday
Those words will be heard
By future generations
Ridin´ on the highways that we built
Maybe they´ll have a better understanding
Check it out
Maybe they´ll have a better understanding
Check it out
Maybe they´ll have a better understanding
Check it out
Maybe they´ll have a better understanding
Check it out
Hope they´ll have a better understanding
Check it out …

Check It Out (Letra)

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Million young poets
Screamin´ out their words
To a world full of people
Just livin´ to be heard
Future generations
Ridin´on the highways that we built
I hope, that they have better understanding

Check it out
Goin to work on monday
Check it out
Got yourself a family
Check it out
All utility bills have been paid
You can´t tell your best buddy
That you love him
So check it out
Where does our time go
Check it out
Got a brand new house in escrow
Check it out
Sleepin´ with your back
To your loved one
This is all, we have learned
About happiness

Check it out,
Forgot to say hello to my neighbours
Check it out
Sometimes i question my own behavior
Check it out
Talkin´ about the girls, we´ve
Seen on the sly
Just to tell our souls
We´re still the young lions
So check it out
Gettin´ too drunk on saturdays
Check it out
Playin´ football with the kids
On sundays
Check it out
Soaring with the eagles all week long
And this is all, we have learned
About living
This is all, we have learned
About living

A million young poets
Screamin´ out their words
Maybe someday
Those words will be heard
By future generations
Ridin´ on the highways that we built
Maybe they´ll have a better understanding
Check it out
Maybe they´ll have a better understanding
Check it out
Maybe they´ll have a better understanding
Check it out
Maybe they´ll have a better understanding
Check it out
Hope they´ll have a better understanding
Check it out …

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Million young poets
Screamin´ out their words
To a world full of people
Just livin´ to be heard
Future generations
Ridin´on the highways that we built
I hope, that they have better understanding

Check it out
Goin to work on monday
Check it out
Got yourself a family
Check it out
All utility bills have been paid
You can´t tell your best buddy
That you love him
So check it out
Where does our time go
Check it out
Got a brand new house in escrow
Check it out
Sleepin´ with your back
To your loved one
This is all, we have learned
About happiness

Check it out,
Forgot to say hello to my neighbours
Check it out
Sometimes i question my own behavior
Check it out
Talkin´ about the girls, we´ve
Seen on the sly
Just to tell our souls
We´re still the young lions
So check it out
Gettin´ too drunk on saturdays
Check it out
Playin´ football with the kids
On sundays
Check it out
Soaring with the eagles all week long
And this is all, we have learned
About living
This is all, we have learned
About living

A million young poets
Screamin´ out their words
Maybe someday
Those words will be heard
By future generations
Ridin´ on the highways that we built
Maybe they´ll have a better understanding
Check it out
Maybe they´ll have a better understanding
Check it out
Maybe they´ll have a better understanding
Check it out
Maybe they´ll have a better understanding
Check it out
Hope they´ll have a better understanding
Check it out …

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[cl smooth]
We go back and forth, sending this out to my people up north
Tell ‘em if you ain’t from new york you’re soft
Box or throw rocks, fish or cut bait
Cause i fight great, but wait
Here’s the hottest joint on lockdown
Ready for release what they call a masterpiece
Covers are blown, known for keeping shit lethal
Cause now i’m like water in the desert for you thirsty people
What’s the fixation with all this artillery?
Now you catch a look, saying "who are you to question me?"
Giving sighs from enemy lines taking care of my business
Is how you found out wayne’s world was never his
See my pend holds strong for all my cookies in mink
We call all types of bitches running out of ink
Later for ticky mind, avoid like suama
But i don’t see nothing wrong with a little bump and grind

You know it’s my thing, get your bell rang
By the meccafied slang, the jack of all trades
Couldn’t even gang bang, and niggas can’t hang
With so many styles, you’d swear the shit was out of wu-tang
But the samurai, cl smooth i
Be slicing, dicing you down when the mic is around
I rebound like oakley when you provoke me
This is the chocolate thai, be careful how you toke me
I razzle dazzle your fragile ass until you pay homage
To the man i plan is holding all the knowledge
In five minutes of funk off my tounge, read the label shown
Is it pete rock or oliver stone?
Still the same, they remember my name
Kind of reminds me of when rocket ismail played for notre dame
Invincibility with no vulnerability
Selling more than gold with the killers on my payroll

You’d better watch your step, known for the rep
Of being real but can’t accept jealous brothers and others
Who can’t relax with pep, and if it was the playoffs
Your ass would get swept and kept on stash
The tango & cash competitors bow
Cause i would think we all know who the don is by now
Making loot at the pace of a horse race
Now once again my friend, the great paperchase
Here’s a taste of life in the fast lane
Now house full of chicks, he’s stripping off the don p
With the profound sound, i ride swoops like a hawk
And can only bring the essence of new york
It’s the vernonville daddy, can you comprehend?
How some real live niggas set a new trend
Of being so blasted, smoothest prophets to the brain cell
While i bid you all a farewell

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Chorus: party arty

Check it out huh, this is how it’s going down
From the boogie down, brothers stand around with a frown (repeat 2x)

Verse 1: a.g.

It’s time to hit ya, let the melody split ya
Poems is deadly, holmes better get the picture
See these vibes are visible
Fiends see it in the mental, chicks dig it in the physical
We had to lounge, now i’m furious
Fake hip-hoppers, can they do it in ’95? i’m curious
Cause my squad has sickness, crazy sickness
Hit the herb, let the words start flowing with the riches
Don’t compare me when you hear me
I stay true, and when i’m through, it’ll pay dearly
Dre’s a giant, no question, but what i question
Is how now this is your profession
I’m charged off the lye
How we do? (spray ‘em) bless ‘em, impress ‘em, and hang ‘em high
Taking loot like bakers and produce pages
And styles go for miles, like davis
My potential, with show’s instrumental
Got you all zoning on the vibes that we sent you
In the mental, who’s that abusing rap?
Pop from the heart, so it’s back to the start, black
And these tracks are incredible
S-h-o to the w, true to our revenue
That’s how we feel in the bx, mics i bless
Time to get down with the boogie

Chorus x2

Verse 2: a.g.

I got a mind like minolta
Me and show go back like the d.a. on travolta
I want cheese like ziti
You’ll get left like ?reuiniti? (on ice) trying to be me
I jam, sucker, like the god in all the ruckus
Over tracks (your girl probably claps) then i stuck her
No front, all i want is to be happy
Probably like mary, but if you dare me, then we’ll get scrappy
Don’t lift weights, let the hands be dictate
The giant is great from back then to this date
I take the cake and i bounce with the whole weight
A weapon, stepping straight from section 8
If it’s me then you might not wait
If you fake the moves, then it’s your tools i’m a take
I want to see you stop me to those that knock me
Amazing with blazing talents like rodney
Strict with the voodoo, peace to chaka zulu
In the clutch, i can’t be touched, they must be noodles
Too many skills for you to try and doubt
Put your money where your mouth, i’m a make you wear your mouth
I’ve had it, time to get bruised and battered
I’m like earvin orsette, cause i’m great with that black magic
It’s nothing when my man’s on production
I reign (you catch a blow to your brain) percussion
Rap savior, the more the major
Bring ‘em all on, and they’ll get shitted on with flavor
Reality is what it’s all about
So when you hear the vibes of show & a, check it out

Chorus x2