Pete Rock & Cl Smooth - Check It Out lyrics

rate me

[CL Smooth]

We go back and forth, sending this out to my people up north

Tell 'em if you ain't from New York you're soft

Box or throw rocks, fish or cut bait

Cause I fight great, but wait

Here's the hottest joint on lockdown

Ready for release what they call a masterpiece

Covers are blown, known for keeping shit lethal

Cause now I'm like water in the desert for you thirsty people

What's the fixation with all this artillery?

Now you catch a look, saying "Who are you to question me?"

Giving sighs from enemy lines taking care of my business

Is how you found out Wayne's World was never his

See my pend holds strong for all my cookies in mink

We call all types of bitches running out of ink

later for ticky mind, avoid like suama

But I don't see nothing wrong with a little bump and grind

You know it's my thing, get your bell rang

By the Meccafied slang, the jack of all trades

Couldn't even gang bang, and niggas can't hang

With so many styles, you'd swear the shit was out of Wu-Tang

But the samurai, CL Smooth I

be slicing, dicing you down when the mic is around

I rebound like Oakley when you provoke me

This is the Chocolate Thai, be careful how you toke me

I razzle dazzle your fragile ass until you pay homage

To the man I plan is holding all the knowledge

In five minutes of funk off my tounge, read the label shown

Is it Pete Rock or Oliver Stone?

Still the same, they remember my name

Kind of reminds me of when Rocket Ismail played for Notre Dame

Invincibility with no vulnerability

Selling more than gold with the killers on my payroll

You'd better watch your step, known for the rep

Of being real but can't accept jealous brothers and others

Who can't relax with pep, and if it was the playoffs

your ass would get swept and kept on stash

The Tango & Cash competitors bow

Cause I would think we all know who The Don is by now

Making loot at the pace of a horse race

Now once again my friend, the great paperchase

Here's a taste of life in the fast lane

Now house full of chicks, he's stripping off the Don P

With the profound sound, I ride swoops like a hawk

And can only bring the essence of New York

It's the Vernonville daddy, can you comprehend?

How some real live niggas set a new trend

Of being so blasted, smoothest prophets to the brain cell

While I bid you all a farewell