Snoop Dogg, The Hustle Boyz - Check Yo Self (Snoop Dogg G-Mix) lyrics

1500, let's take 'em back
Yeah, Bigg Snoop Dogg hustle Boyz
You better check yo self before
The wreck yo self (yeah)
West Coast
So come on and chickity-check yo self
Before you wreck yo self
Real talk lil homie, finna check yo self fool

You better check yo self before
You wreck yo self
Cause I'm bad for ya health
I come real stealth
Droppin' bombs on ya moms, kill car alarms
Do a foul crime
I'm the brother with the alpine
So down for our sets though
Always let tricks know
And friends know, we got the indo
Yo, I'm not a sucka
Sittin' in the house of pain
And no I'm not the butler, I'll cut ya
Headbutt ya, just so you can't touch this
And I wouldn't touch ya punk, youse a sucka
Here to let you know boy, oh boy
I make dope, but don't call me dopeboy
This ain't no kind of motion picture
I've got a trick-a, the homie get witcha
And hit ya, crankin' that yak to the neck
So ya better run a check

Come on and chickity-check yo self
Before you wreck yo self
Chizzy-check yo self before you wreck yo self
Come on and chickity-check yo self
Before you wrickity-wreck yo self
Cause shotgun bullets is bad for ya health

Chickity-check, yeah west Coast
Chickity-check, yeah
Mmmyeah, better check yo self fool
Yeah, you toobitch

Tricks wanna step to Snoop and
Then they get played (why?)
Cause they trick made
Pullin' out a switchblade
That's kinda trife hoe, cause
That's a knife hoe, aK-47 assault rifle
Hold the 50, I'm nifty, how? got a new style
I hate when suckas be claimin'
That they foldin' bank
But steady talkin' mess in the holdin' tank
First you wanna step to me
And now yo' ass screamin' for the deputy
They send you to Charlie Baker
And now they runnin' up in ya slow
Dear God, used to be Don Juan
And now your name is just 'twan
Switchin' it, snappin' it
Rollin' yo' eyes in it
You better run a check

So chickity-check yo self before
You wreck yo self come on and check yo self
Before you wrizzy-wreck yo self
So chickity-check yo self before
You wrickity-wreck yo self
Big D's in ya mouth, it's bad for ya health

Chickity-check, yeah west Coast
Chickity-check, yeah
Mmmyeah, BC powder, yeah
See my priority is to keep it
Real West Coast right about now
Matter of fact
My priority is the West Coastyeah

If you're foul
You better run a make on that license plate
You could've had a V8
Instead of a trey 8 slug to yo' cranium
I got 6, and I'm aiming 'em
Will I bust or will I keep you guessing?
F-U-N that noise you stressing
Trick, get off the wood, you no good
There goes the neighborhood
Rat, go ahead and keep ya draws
Givin' up the claps and who needs applause?
At a time like this
Pop ya coochie and ya did
The girl is a Mi-ami Hurr-icane head
Sprung, homies call her lips and lungs
Nappy dug out, you should get out
Cause women like you gets no respect
Trick, you better run a check

So chickity-check yo self before
You wreck yo self
Chizzy-check yo self before you wreck yo self
Come on and check yo self
Before you wrickity-wreck yo self
Cause tricks like you is bad for my health

Yeah, chick-check yeah, puff the grass

So come on and chickity-check yo self
Before you wreck yo self
Chizzy-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
Chizzy-check yo self before you wreck yo self
Come on and check yo self
Before you wrickity-wreck yo self