Studio Ton - Check it Out lyrics

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Studio Ton - Check it Out lyrics

[Intro] From a nickel and dime a** n***a 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 a cell in this town that can hold me And f** the task force cause them s**as 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 a big baller? Who supply your crew? Who got them big birdies in the box, is it you? I never said a word, cause n***a I don't do so You fools got some questions, better ask the lawyer Russo [Kurupt] I'm so international, and all about my cashional 18 milly irrational, speak mice What you want fool, dogg tell me what you need Bought a couple pints of Hennessey, an eighth of weed It seems time's gettin' shorter Time to elevate from nickels, dimes, dubs, to quarters Kurupt, B-Legit, and 40 Water n***as oughta - get to swervin' Take a hit, hit the strip, then get to pervin' [E-40] Uh squa uh, squab music, mob music Ride on a motherf**er and draw down on his a** in music The 213, the 41510 Pull a ho without a motherf**in' tug of war 40 Water, your playa partner Ever since the womb, I've been a tycoon Actin' up (actin' up) Actin' tough (actin' tough) Actin' bad with all kinds of guns and stuff [Hook] - X 2 From a nickel and dime a** n***a To a top hat ballin' big rigga From a nickel and dime a** n***a To a top hat ballin' big rigga [Kurupt] I got a half a ounce, and a 'four to bounce A half a brick to flip, large amount accounts Life as a young n***a with loot don't count Life as a young n***a with loot turned out You know it ain't nothin' to it but to do it Flow like fluid, you's included Pursue it, subdue it, and run through it Doin' what I do, it's hard to maintain my composure Ah man, they came through with the doja, it's on [B-Legit] The motherf**in' County ain't the place for the savage A co*k hound dank, smoke a n***a 'bout his cabbage But if I'm ever caught I'mma ride my sh** Divorce my broad, but n***a keep my b**h Bury my mail in my momma backyard Steady poppin' cons to correctional guards They f**s with my crew cause they claim that we be trouble Them n***as from the V to the H-I double I'm tryin' to get this party, tonight at this motel A gang of b**hes there, some more on my voice mail Bathtub full of the ice and the fifths My homie K-1 rollin' blunts at the crib First I take a hit, strolls like a pimp The motherf**in' savage with the million dollar limp Another big day for this timin' a** baller Hit the block, stock in my ninety fin Impala Let them pipes holla, I know I'm lookin' saucy Nineteen shots, sittin' next to my faulty Stash my notch, shake the spot and gets far b**h, I'm a motherf**in' rap star [Hook] - X 2 From a nickel and dime a** n***a To a top hat ballin' big rigga From a nickel and dime a** n***a To a top hat ballin' big rigga [E-40] Open shop with a sixteenth of powder to a whole zip To a half ham, now I'm sittin' kilogram n***as 'spect me to the upmost cause I'm highly spoken 'bout n***as love me cause they know I'ms 'bout my paper route I keeps my lawyers and my bail bondsmen paid sh**, for all I know they might decide to raid sh** Back in the day po-po was easily out-smarted But now they got some new and improved state of the art sh** [B-Legit] Man, it's goin' down, am I livin' in the past? This modern day slavery takin' toll on my a** You either take me in, or let this timer go Or if you got some charges n***a 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 [Hook] - X 4 From a nickel and dime a** n***a To a top hat ballin' big rigga From a nickel and dime a** n***a To a top hat ballin' big rigga

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