Paris (Rapper) - Check It Out Ch'all (alternate version) lyrics

That sh** hittin.. Ah yes, yes y'all (naw naw man, naw man that ain't it, that ain't it) (do that other sh**, that other sh**) Check it out ch'all, here we go again another one from the man Known to run a record wreck and take a stand P-Dog, kickin over breaks that make ya wanna move It's like that when the black cat get in tune And now you bustin' smiles when styles are ripped So many of 'em ya discover most speakers are split It's kinda like a little lesson in stressin' the facts And still be kickin' so know where you at, black Listen up to the groove of the cut Feel the funk when the ba** hump, tryin to get e n**y 'nuff And feel it hittin' when the speakers jigglin' like Jello With just enough of that good funky sh** to keep it mellow Never fadin' or stayin' on course The only sellin' out I'm doin' is sellin' out tours Somethin for your ear, comin' loud and clear It's the voice you fear, if your sh** ain't real Keep it comin' one time for your mind on the mic it's the panther Kickin over breaks you dance to And doin' devils dirty lickin' lyrics to break beats While buildin', so the children always know where they at, G Check it out ch'all, check it out ch'all Check it out ch'all, check it out ch'all Check it out ch'all, check it out ch'all Check it out ch'all, check it out Check it out ch'all, here I come again with verse two With the knowledge of myself I got another one from me to you With perk tracks movin' smoother than machinery It's plain to see I'm finna be another brother catchin' heat I take a stand cause Amerikkka ain't sh** to me And bring ya knowledge of the way it is supposed to be And knock you devils out the box like a mule kick Comin' up with the sh** the tricky skunks can't f** with Rap is rhythm and poetry I thought you knew it But who would have ever thought that we would use it the way we be usin' it? Spittin' facts to my peers and your fear is showin' 'Cause now the black is knowin' things you thought we shouldn't know and Gettin ready for a power move Yes yes y'all, ready for the motherf**in' show and prove So pack a lunch when the bunch roll, cause we're goin' For the gold but I never sold my soul for it Check it out ch'all, check it out ch'all Check it out ch'all, check it out ch'all Check it out ch'all, check it out ch'all Check it out ch'all, check it out Now - whose freedom of speech if I can't reach each There's no support when you're black and you're goin' for yours Yeah, that's alright As long as n***as k**in n***as makin money is nothin' for whites That's the way they wanna play and now I know they fear it Where the hell was little Ollie all them other years? Blacks was dyin' in the movies and in other records I see the racist motherf**a never said nothin' But that's the way it is when I run it I make the funky tracks to keep my people up on it Well known and prone to break a bone let's get it on I'm showin' you the facts on wax 'til your mind is grown Huh, and still sayin' what I wanna say I won't slip still sayin' what I wanna say I won't slip still sayin' what I wanna say I'm P-Dog and I'm always gonna make it plain Huh, so check it out ch'all, check it out Check it out ch'all, check check check it out Check it out ch'all, check check check it out Check it out ch'all, check check check it out Motherf**in right!