Check Ya Self 2010 — Ice Cube feat. Chuck D with Lisa Kekaula Lyrics

Check Ya Self 2010 Song Lyrics

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You better check yo self before you wreck yo self
'Cos I'm bad for your health I come real stealth
Droppin' bombs on ya moms f**k car alarms
Doin' foul crime, I'm that nigga wit'cha Alpine
Sold it for a six-o, always let tricks know
And friends know, we got the indo
No I'm not a sucker, sittin' in a house of pain
And no I'm not the butler, I'll cut ya
Head butt ya, you say you can't touch this
And I wouldn't touch ya, in fact motherf**k ya
Here to let you know boy, oh boy
I make dough but don't call me Dough Boy
This ain't no f**kin' motion picture
A guy or b**ch-a, I'll get wit'cha
And hit ya, takin' that yack to the neck
So you better run a check

Chickity check yo self before you wreck yo self
Chickity check yo self before you wreck yo self
Yeah, come on and check yo self before you wreck yo self
'Cause shotgun bullets are bad for your health

Chickity-check
Chickity-check

Tricks wanna step to Cube and then they get played
'Cause they b**ch may pullin' out a switchblade
That's kinda trifle, 'cause that's a knife-o
AK-47, assault rifle
Hold the fifty, I'm nifty, pow
I gotta new style, watch out now
I hate motherf**kers claimin' that they foldin' bank
But steady talkin' sh*t in the holding tank
First you wanna step to me
Now your ass screamin' for the deputy
They send you to Charlie-Baker-Denver row
Now they runnin' up in ya slow
You're gone, used to be the Don Juan
Now your name is just Twan
Switch it, snap it, rollin' your eyes and neck
You better run a check

So chickity check yo self before you wreck yo self
Chickity check yo self before you wreck wreck yo self
So chickity check yo self before you wreck yo self
'Cause big di*ks up yo ass is bad for yo health

Chickity-check
Chickity-check

If you're foul, you better run a make on that license plate
You coulda had a V8
Instead of a tre-eight slug to the cranium
I got six and I'm aimin' 'em
Will I shoot or keep you guessin'
And f**k you and that sh*t ya stressin'
b**ch, get off the wood, you're no good
There goes the neighborhood hooker
Go ahead and keep your drawers
Givin up the claps and who needs applause
At a time like this, pop the coochie and ya dead
The b**ch is a Miami Hurricane hit
Sprung, niggaz call her 'Lips and Lungs'
Nappy dugout, get the f**k out
'Cause women like you gets no respect
b**ch, you better run a check

So chickity check yo self before you wreck yo self
So chickity check yo self before you wreck yo self
Chickity check yo self before you wrickity wreck yo self
'Cause b**ches like you is bad for my health

Chickity check
Chickity check

So chickity check yo self before you wreck yo self
So chickity check yo self before you wreck yo self
Chickity check yo self before you wrickity wreck yo self
Come on and check yo self before you wrickity wreck yo self

So chickity check yo self before you wreck yo self
So chickity check yo self before you wreck yo self
Chickity check yo self before you wrickity wreck yo self
Come on and check yo self before you wrickity wreck yo self