Clayborne Family, Tim Dog - Checkin' Tha Doe lyrics

Yo, I got somethin for you rat bastards
Woo! Uhh, yeah
Fuck y'all niggas know y'all want it?
Y'all really want it?! Let's go
We gon' bring it to y'all motherfuckers
We gon' bring it straight
To y'all motherfuckers!
I got my motherfuckin nigga, Marc Clayborne
Get 'em nigga, get 'em!

Now who's down to step up?
Aiyyo the plate is small
I'm Roger Clemens see I'm strikin you all
(STRIKE)
It's 3 and out, I'm peelin out (let's go)
In that quarter to eighth
Aiyyo don't be late
Cause the ship ain't waitin and
The clock ain't stoppin (speak on it)
Yo, the money and chicks is hot
See the grease is poppin
Stand clear when my heat start cockin
I seen a lot of new crews
That think they movin somethin
I stop men, yo my groove keeps rockin
I keep it stacked up, my cabinet's full
Listen, aiyyo my G's keep stockin
Yo what it look like, it's so ugly
It sound grimy, yo the hood is behind me
Now you remind me of a copy dude
Listen, I'm in a sloppy mood
With a flow so rude, and yo it's gutter too
Surface to air missile blow
Off your rudders too
And your label change they get snatched up
(gimme that) t3 I come back extra macked up

Checkin the dough, checkin the flow
Checkin the dough, checkin the flow
Checkin the dough, checkin the flow
Is what we doin

Yeah, niggas, ha - what you think about it?
What y'all niggas think about that?
What y'all niggas think about that?!
Now I got a nigga right now
You gotta take mushrooms and drink Clorox
To fuck with this nigga!
And you STILL can't hang with him
Aiyyo, aiyyo, yo John
Yo John Clayborne, what the deal?

You order the T-bone well done i go left
Take fine chicks we met at Saks
Fifth Avenue to Pizza Hut son
Let 'em sport the diamonds and
Carry they expensive luggage
Vanilla shake with the fly weave
Don't get mad at me I'm
Paying for the quarter pounder, extra cheese
Six speeds, you didn't make it to Justin's
A model with problems
Frontin in the rented Benz
Eatin Chicken McNuggets
You're toy soldiers with Allen Iverson afros
Movin strings attached to your
Buttcrack like puppets
I laugh at the throwbacks
Advance spend your ducats
Like Donny I'm Osborne
I'm Wizard, you "Oz" worn
You think you mackin
Who you think they put Tosh on?
The pit is tight, you mosh on
Spit 'til you turn bitter
Talk 'til you turn litter garbage dispose
Little crowd think I'm the Black Crowes
You know like cocaine I'm strong
Goin up your nose
I look at chicks and I tax hoes

Without the very first line

Yeah, so what we gon' do right now
We gon' bring the third motherfucker
Of the clique, the Clayborne Family
He go by the name of Shawn Clayborne
Ha, keep it dust nigga let 'em know

No mercy, have no mercy, I'm the worst B
Certainly, the meek thirsty
The fortunate meet, two brothers
That's family
See you come know where you goin
Cash I'm blowin cover your face hate showin
Who I pimp and trick cash
Out of not your concern
Who got clapped your paper I earn
You slow motion I'm jet set you coastin
Got a maitre'd voice, stop foolin
Lips droolin, you I'm schoolin
Think what you doin before movin
They P plot do inequity to get me
Fool can't stop me, fool can't test me
5-11, street smarts since seven
Fuck the nun, jack the reverand
Still make heaven

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Run 'em down, run 'em down
Mark Clayborne, John Clayborne
Shawn Clayborne you know? Guard your hoes