Cypress Hill - Checkmate lyrics

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Cypress Hill - Checkmate lyrics

[Sen Dog] Bout to mash these n***az man Don't come in my backyard motherf**er Hahaha, B-Real and the DOG, motherf**er! Ha! Yeah Here we go y'all, that's the n***a 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 sh**, 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 n***az 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 sh**, 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 sh**, you call the Hill, put it together Runnin this game, bringin the same, raw sh** Over the hills, through the city we come equipped to the letter, keepin your temperature down low What I reveal, the good sh** to heal all souls Makin you roll late night, you trippin, my game's tight To the new sh** I bring, never the same hype so PUSH THAT sh*t OFF, get up, don't let off No matter how much blood you spit up You could never be, f**in 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 f** you!) [Sen Dog] I'ma freak that funk yea slam it in the trunk I'ma k** all junk with the suicide clunk Ain't nobody came my way, talkin bout the Westside of L.A., so whatever punk-a** click you claim, you keep bumpin that sh** and elevate your frame, cause I want that big-time, a**hole, studio gangsta Worth a lot of sh**, but that's not the main factor [B-Real] My n***a 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 n***az up, back n***az up, hack n***az up Jack n***az up, hangin the wack n***az up Snowball effect, we rollin the city limits Crushin the b**h-a** n***az with all the gimmicks [Chorus] [Sen Dog] Checkmate fool!

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