-check it out ya'll, ch-ch-check it out ya'll Check it-check it out, check it-check it out Check it-check it-check it out-check it out Check it-check it out
check it-check it out y'all Check it-check it-check it-check it-check it out y'all Check it out y'all Check it-check it-check it-check it-check it out
Tercüme: 2 Live Crew. Hepiniz Bu Çıkış.
-check it-check it out y'all Check it-check it-check it-check it-check it out y'all Check it out y'all Check it-check it-check it-check it-check it out
, check it out yo Y'all niggas say what y'all wanna say Feel how y'all wanna feel Who give a fuck, dog, kill who you wanna kill Just keep it real when
live in their mom's house... Chorus To all my G's rock on [King T] The forbidden Gangland lyric get your ride on - when you hear it Player Haters
't handle it I'll bring it to you live Only if you want it Me and my guitar go back like the days of the RMC's (C'mon check out my melody) The W-Y-C-L
that I spent and now girl, it's all gone (It's what?) It's all gone It's gone like riches to rags, dishes to bags of leftover ten and jam, can happen
my pocket Yo heard, with my head I cock it, and rock it like that brother in Colors Cause I want y'all to live, my crew is 2 Live, we sneakin' to the
t know how deep it was, we all did shit together Eat up all your vittles, drink your brew and then step to The next cue, let's do it again y'all That
it all out again Y'all niggas check my shit out, word up check me out [check that shit out] [Saukrates] Amazed dudes to wack crews Lay it down Kids
Hard enough that I can chew a whole bag of rocks Hyah! Attention to all you punk motherfuckers out there (Uh-huh uh-huh, check it out, check it out) Funky
try to steal my clothes Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz, nigga, brang yo azz out doz You wanna rat a nigga out to the feds (Fuck you) You
