Harold & Kumar Escape from Guantanamo Bay movie - Check Yo Self lyrics

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Song by Ice Cube<br /><br>

Chorus:<br>

So come on and chick-ity-check yo self before you wreck yo self<br>

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You betta check yo self for you wreck yo self<br>

Cause Im bad for your health<br>

I come real stealth<br>

Droppin bombs on ya moms, fuck car alarms<br>

Do without one mother nigga wit yo alpine<br>

Sold it for six-o, always let tricks know<br>

And friends know, we got that indoe<br>

Yo Im not a sucka, sittin in a house of pain<br>

And no Im not the butler, Ill cut ya<br>

Head-butt ya, you say you cant touch this<br>

And I wouldnt touch ya, punk motherfucker<br>

Here to let you know boy, oh boy<br>

I make dough, but dont call me dough-boy<br>

This aint no fuckin picture<br>

A guy or bitch-a, my nigga get wit ya<br>

And hit ya, makin they yack to the neck<br>

So you better run a check<br>

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Chorus<br>

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Tricks wanna step to cube and then they get played<br>

Cause they bitch may pullin out a switchblade<br>

Thats kinda trifle, cause thats a knife-o ak-47, assault rifle<br>

Hold the fifty, Im nifty now, [watch out now]<br>

I hate motherfuckers claimin that they foldin bank<br>

But steady talkin shit in the holdin tank<br>

First you wanna step to me, now your ass screamin for the deputy<br>

They send you to charlie-baker-denver row, now the runnin up in ya slow<br>

Youre god, used to be the don juan, now your name is just twan<br>

Switch it, snap it, rollin your eyes and neck, you better run a check<br>

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Chorus<br>

Big dicks in ya ass is bad for your health<br>

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If youre foul you better run a make on that license plate you coulda had a v8<br>

Instead of a trey-eight slug to ya cranium<br>

I got six and Im aimin em<br>

Will I bus or keep you guessin<br>

Cause fuck you and that shit ya stressin<br>

Bitch, get off the wood, you no good<br>

There goes the neighborhood hooker<br>

Go ahead and keep your drawers<br>

Givin up the claps and who needs applause at a<br>

Time like this, pop ya coochie and ya dead<br>

Bitch is a miami hurricane head<br>

Sprung, niggas call her lips and lungs<br>

Nappy dugout, get the fuck out<br>

Cause women like you gets no respect<br>

Bitch, you better run a check<br>

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Chorus<br>

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Cause bitches like you is bad for my health<br>

Cause the lench mob is bad for ya health<br>

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Nine-trey, remix, old school tip, yeah<br>

Its like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder how I keep from goin under<br>

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