Lirik Lagu Checkmate - Cypress Hill
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[Sen Dog]Bout to mash these niggaz manDon't come in my backyard motherfuckerHahaha, B-Real and the DOG, motherfucker!Ha!Yeah
Here we go y'all, that's the nigga head dogLunatic smokin loops, loose in your sectorGot my eye on em, on the apparatuslike a bone to a dog, yea you know I gotta have itAnywhere you get it shit, and I'ma grab itTurn around stares to your face and I jab itDrop you, like one of those ill bad habitsHunt you, like a hillbilly huntin a rabbitCuttin niggaz up like Muggs on the wheelsfor reals, penetentiary steelPull heads to bed from the choke of a headlockFadin baldheads to perms, even dreadlocksBWOY, rudebwoy with me styleI can get foul or wild, or just cool for a while
Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog
(Checkmate fool!)Hang em highGot the live shit, bang em whenever you/he wanna tryShoot to thrill, be at the Hill, I/we take em all(Checkmate fool!)Wherever the pawns fall
* repeat 2X *
[B-Real]Look look punk, every way you get shookTo the pawn, takin out the rook, off of the bookLights get tooken, taken you for SatanYou can't breathe, no need to look up and see meThe last hope, when you mellow you call whoeverFor the hype shit, you call the Hill, put it togetherRunnin this game, bringin the same, raw shitOver the hills, through the city we come equippedto the letter, keepin your temperature down lowWhat I reveal, the good shit to heal all soulsMakin you roll late night, you trippin, my game's tightTo the new shit I bring, never the same hypeso PUSH THAT SHIT OFF, get up, don't let offNo matter how much blood you spit upYou could never be, fuckin with GreenthumbThe outcome's specific, you spliff it, collapsed lungWe hit hard, breakin your guard, you can't tellwhen the bells ring, bustin your shell, the pawn fell
Chorus
(Peek-a-Boo, you fuck you!)
[Sen Dog]I'ma freak that funk yea slam it in the trunkI'ma kill all junk with the suicide clunkAin't nobody came my way, talkin boutthe Westside of L.A., so whateverpunk-ass click you claim, you keep bumpin that shitand elevate your frame, cause I want thatbig-time, asshole, studio gangstaWorth a lot of shit, but that's not the main factor
[B-Real]My nigga Sen's rollin again, remember whenwe rocked shows, battlin foes, the time's been longStrong with the styles, you ain't hear to winLike blood pourin out of the pen, the ink stainsSlim chance if it gets in your brain, the hot flashgot you heated with repeated attacks over the tracksSmack niggaz up, back niggaz up, hack niggaz upJack niggaz up, hangin the wack niggaz upSnowball effect, we rollin the city limitsCrushin the bitch-ass niggaz with all the gimmicks
Chorus
[Sen Dog]Checkmate fool!
Here we go y'all, that's the nigga head dogLunatic smokin loops, loose in your sectorGot my eye on em, on the apparatuslike a bone to a dog, yea you know I gotta have itAnywhere you get it shit, and I'ma grab itTurn around stares to your face and I jab itDrop you, like one of those ill bad habitsHunt you, like a hillbilly huntin a rabbitCuttin niggaz up like Muggs on the wheelsfor reals, penetentiary steelPull heads to bed from the choke of a headlockFadin baldheads to perms, even dreadlocksBWOY, rudebwoy with me styleI can get foul or wild, or just cool for a while
Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog
(Checkmate fool!)Hang em highGot the live shit, bang em whenever you/he wanna tryShoot to thrill, be at the Hill, I/we take em all(Checkmate fool!)Wherever the pawns fall
* repeat 2X *
[B-Real]Look look punk, every way you get shookTo the pawn, takin out the rook, off of the bookLights get tooken, taken you for SatanYou can't breathe, no need to look up and see meThe last hope, when you mellow you call whoeverFor the hype shit, you call the Hill, put it togetherRunnin this game, bringin the same, raw shitOver the hills, through the city we come equippedto the letter, keepin your temperature down lowWhat I reveal, the good shit to heal all soulsMakin you roll late night, you trippin, my game's tightTo the new shit I bring, never the same hypeso PUSH THAT SHIT OFF, get up, don't let offNo matter how much blood you spit upYou could never be, fuckin with GreenthumbThe outcome's specific, you spliff it, collapsed lungWe hit hard, breakin your guard, you can't tellwhen the bells ring, bustin your shell, the pawn fell
Chorus
(Peek-a-Boo, you fuck you!)
[Sen Dog]I'ma freak that funk yea slam it in the trunkI'ma kill all junk with the suicide clunkAin't nobody came my way, talkin boutthe Westside of L.A., so whateverpunk-ass click you claim, you keep bumpin that shitand elevate your frame, cause I want thatbig-time, asshole, studio gangstaWorth a lot of shit, but that's not the main factor
[B-Real]My nigga Sen's rollin again, remember whenwe rocked shows, battlin foes, the time's been longStrong with the styles, you ain't hear to winLike blood pourin out of the pen, the ink stainsSlim chance if it gets in your brain, the hot flashgot you heated with repeated attacks over the tracksSmack niggaz up, back niggaz up, hack niggaz upJack niggaz up, hangin the wack niggaz upSnowball effect, we rollin the city limitsCrushin the bitch-ass niggaz with all the gimmicks
Chorus
[Sen Dog]Checkmate fool!
