Checkmate - Cypress Hill
Artist : “Cypress Hill”
Song title : “Checkmate”
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sen dog
Bout to mash these niggaz man
Dont come in my backyard motherfucker
Hahaha
B-real and the dog
Motherfucker!
Ha!yeah
Here we go yall
Thats the nigga 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 shit
And ima 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 niggaz 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 shit
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 cant breathe
No need to look up and see me
The last hope
When you mellow you call whoever
for the hype shit
You call the hill
Put it together
Runnin this game
Bringin the same
Raw shit
Over the hills
Through the city we come equipped
To the letter
Keepin your temperature down low
What i reveal
The good shit to heal all souls
Makin you roll late night
You trippin
My games tight
To the new shit i bring
Never the same hype
So push that shit off
Get up
Dont let off
No matter how much blood you spit up
You could never be
fuckin with greenthumb
The outcomes specific
You spliff it
Collapsed lung
We hit hard
Breakin your guard
You cant tell
When the bells ring
Bustin your shell
The pawn fell
Chorus
Peek-a-boo
You fuck you!
Sen dog
Ima freak that funk yea slam it in the trunk
Ima kill all junk with the suicide clunk
Aint nobody came my way
Talkin bout
The westside of la
So whatever
Punk-ass click you claim
You keep bumpin that shit
And elevate your frame
Cause i want that
Big-time
Asshole
Studio gangsta
Worth a lot of shit
But thats not the main factor
B-real
My nigga sens rollin again
Remember when
We rocked shows
Battlin foes
The times been long
Strong with the styles
You aint 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 niggaz up
Back niggaz up
Hack niggaz up
Jack niggaz up
Hangin the wack niggaz up
Snowball effect
We rollin the city limits
Crushin the bitch-ass niggaz with all the gimmicks
Chorus
Sen dog
Checkmate fool!