Check Yo Self(feat. Chuck D & Lisa Kekaula) - Lisa Kekaula/Ice Cube (冰块酷八)/Chuck D

Lyrics by：Al Bell/Larry Muggerud/O'Shea Jackson/Steve Cropper

Ou better check yo self before you wreck yo self

'Cause I'm bad for your health

I come real stealth

Dropping bombs on your moms

F**k car alarms

Doing foul crime

I'm that n***a wit'cha Alpine

Sold it for a six-o always let tricks know

And friends know we got that indo

No I'm not a sucker sitting in a House of Pain

And no I'm not the butler I'll cut ya

Head-butt ya you say you can't touch this

And I wouldn't touch ya punk mothaf**ka

Here to let you know boy oh boy

I make dough but don't call me Dough Boy

This ain't no f**king motion picture

A guy or b***h-a my n***a get wit-cha

And hit you taking that yak to the neck

So you better run a check

So come on and chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self

Chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self

Yeah come on and check yo self before you wreck yo self

'Cause shotgun bullets are bad for your health

Tricks wanna step to Cube and then they get played

'Cause they b***hmade pulling out a switchblade

That's kinda trifle 'cause that's a knife ho

AK-47 assault rifle

Hold the fifty I'm nifty pow

I gotta new style Watch out now

I hate motherf**kers claiming that they folding bank

But steady talking s**t in the holding tank

First you wanna step to me

Now your a*s screaming for the deputy

They send you to Charlie-Baker-Denver row

Now they runnin' up in you slow

You're gone used to be the Don Juan

Now your name is just Twan

Switch it snap it rolling your eyes and neck

You better run a check

So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self

Come on and check yo self before you wrickity-wreck yo self

So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self

Big dicks in yo a*s is bad for ya health

If you're foul you better run a make on that license plate

You coulda had a V8

Instead of a trey-eight slug to your cranium

I got six and I'm aimin' 'em

Will I buss or keep you guessing

'Cause f**k you and that s**t you're stressing

B***h get off the wood you're no good

There goes the neighbourhood hooker

Go ahead and keep your drawers

Giving up the claps and who needs applause

At a time like this pop the coochie and you dead

The b***h is a Miami Hurricane head

Sprung n***as call her 'Lips Lungs'

Nappy dugout get the f**k out

'Cause women like you gets no respect

B***h you better run a check

So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self

So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self

Come on and check yo self before you wrickity-wreck yo self

'Cause b***hes like you is bad for my health

You better

You better

Wreck yo self

Wreck yo self

Wreck yo self