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Sir Mix-A-Lot
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I Check My Bank
作詞:Anthony L Ray
I'm peelin' off domes with a baseball bat Forty-four Magnum, choice of gat Mercury tip fillin' up my clip I can shoot him in the dome or I can get him in the hip
But boom, look at all the niggaz runnin' out the room Just another soldier, causin' doom No, I don't bang but I like to wound my enemy Who is the enemy, I'm glad you asked
Any motherfucker standin' in my path Got a Bentley Turbo, now you wanna jack But remember, Mack Daddy is strapped And when you're platinum, niggaz start dissin' Record companies think you're missin'
But I'm back, I'm back I'm back and I got a bigger gat Now the positive rhymes is on And I'm positively hittin' that dome
You might want mine but you can't get mine Rather put a hot nine right up in your behind I'm not the nigga that you wanna recoup And I don't wear a Giorgio suit
But I'm down for my business So please don't step You heard about my law firm's rep I check my bank
Cash, money, cash, cash, money, boom, here I am, rich Checkin' my bank Cash, money, cash, cash, money, boom, here I am, rich Ah, I checks my bank Cash, money, cash, cash, money, boom, here I am, rich Straight checkin' my bank Cash, money, cash, cash, cash, cash, cash, money
In the magazine I look like a dope man 'Cause I'm paid, and I'm suckin' up to no man And in the rap game I gets no respect 'Cause I'm checkin' more bank than the heat check
Yeah, I'm a pimp and my hoe is the system Uncle Sam might think, I just dissed him But nah I'm just pumpin' straight facts You either be a mack or you get macked
Some of the jealous wanna roll on the boss But this HK's keepin' em tossed 'Cause I duck them deuce deuce treys at point blank range Attitudes get changed
I'm about making these dividends And every motherfucker ain't my friend 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 And I check my back when I count my snaps And niggaz that snatch get slapped
Girls wanna roll, that's cool But I'm not to be played that fool Some niggaz think a brother with money is slippin' But I've be down, so quit trippin'
My goal, to increase the size of this bank I hold, and bring up the brothers whose down To roll, and keep all the shit under my control That's how I'm livin', I check my bank
Cash, money, cash, cash, money Clockin' more dollars than Chase Manhattan Cash, money, cash, cash, money Clockin' more dollars than Chase Manhattan I check my bank, c'mon Punish, cash, money
A word to the cops, I can't be stopped A word to my enemies, I don't drop props A word to the klan, I don't pick crops You can run up with your whip But you'll just run up and get popped
A word to the Tipper, rap won't fall A word to the bourgeoise, fuck all y'all A word to apartheid you 'bouts to fall You can kill a couple brothers but you'll never get us all
Straight laced game's what I'm poppin' at the new jacks Mack Daddy niggaz like to snatch fat sacks I used to be nice with my rhymes and now I drop dimes What's the time?
It's time to get paid in the nine-two G Recession never stopped a nigga like me I'm breakin' no laws but I'm livin' on edge Puttin' CEO's to bed
Business, straight yankin' in dead presidents It's like sellin' dope, but the money ain't bent The game is stiff, but I'ma get mine My set is a dollar sign, I check my bank
Yup, checkin' my bank, fool, ha ha Yup, I check my bank, sheeit Straight checkin' my bank C'mon Punish Punish 'em, punish 'em
Show these DJ's what time it is, Punish Peace out y'all and I'm checkin' my bank I checks my bank, I checks my bank, straight paid clown Checkin' my bank, I checks my bank
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