Ice-T, King T - Check Your Game lyrics
[Ice-T, King T - Check Your Game lyrics]
It's 99 players check your game
Make sure them young boys respect your name
Keep your heaters at close
Reach cocked and ready
Cause the streets will catch you slipping
Rock ya steady
Watch your back with your homies
That you feel is real
Your homeboys from your crew
Yeah them the ones that do you
The suckas that got the player hater venom
I wanna take 'em outside and lay
Some slugs up in em
When they need work
They call the cali drug expert
Smashing in a six hundred dollar bill burnt
Looking flossy living costly
Off the edge, out of state
They gots to break bread, for sho
I needs mo' ice drops for the lexo
Briggetts sets blow when I'm sipping the mo'
Freelancing, trying to build a mansion
And stay faded
Have hoes walk around my crib butt naked
True, pop the remy kick back
And let the players represent
High floss true boss game and take aim
These sucka wannabe's
Nigga please, - you're green
I'll bend hoes on the downlow - banks obscene
Wanna chill with these niggas
Bet you wish you could
And suck game out my ass like sponges
I run this you can't fuck with the steelo
You niggas wanna be low
When I'm on the east I play ceelo cash flow
One track mind serial hustler
Quick to break a buster ya snitch bitch?
I'll dust ya bentley ballin' bastard
No hustler faster game maker
I knock a white bitch and break her
But, Ice, Chronic got me bruising my brain
But soothing my pain, I'm true to the game
I got my mind made I
Gotta be that rich motherfucker
Set it up so my grandkids don't suffer
The phat hummer
The phat drummer - what's your choice?
Trying to find a sister with a voice
Make her moist i'm throwing up the W
Bringing trouble to those in sight
King T and Big Ice
It's 99 players check your game
Make sure them young boys respect your name
Keep your heaters at close
Reach cocked and ready
Cause the streets will catch you slipping
Rock ya steady
Watch your back with your homies
That you feel is real
Your homeboys from your crew
Yeah them the ones that do you
The suckas that got the player hater venom
I wanna take 'em outside and lay
Some slugs up in em
But T that's trippin' and that ain't my sport
I'd rather lamp in my crib
And flip the Robb report
And set my v dozen on the streets
Bump my beats
Cause when I'm twisting my dubs
Can't nobody compete imagine this:
A hundred G 'lex on your wrist imagine this:
About ten karrots on your fist imagine this:
All dime hoes on your list
Ha - that shit would be nice
But, your name ain't "Ice" - kid
I'll screw the silencer on - rock you softly
How you gonna step to me kid?
You grew up off me
TV, Movies, and Records and Tours
So many busters wearing Versace I
Don't wear it no more
But this will be a classic
Many facets to get that ass kicked
The alchoholic Don, call me King Tragic
Watch me speak the magic
Watch me teach that old habit - full of havoc
And Ice'll tweak the mix when it statics
People pay just to have me stay
And say a verse
I'll freak a couple words unrehearsed
Then I burst i mean I bust
From all angles
Guarunteed platium on your single
Yo T, I really must admit I'm blessed
Master V does some other shit
TV's in the head rests
Never wear no vests because I got mad love
I catch respect when other niggas catch slugs
1, 2 I bust shit to load guns to
Beats for the hoodlums
Somebody's gotta do'em fed's screw 'em
Faggot's got my whole crib bugged
Mad tapps on the phone cause
I deal with the thugs drugs? never
No, the Ice is too clever i'm overseas
Checkin G's nigga please
Ballin' since the 70's - yeah baby
Blew up in the 80's now you niggas hate me
You can't see me motherfucker
Your focus is off
You can't be me motherfucker
You're broke and you're soft
Too many niggas try to pert
My lifestyle - romancing
I was kickin game while
Them kids was breakdancing
Overlord - so why the wack niggas ain't dead?
Probably because my aim is over nigga's heads
East coast - west coast
I play the whole map and bounce
They got a benz but live in their mom's house
It's 99 players check your game
Make sure them young boys respect your name
Keep your heaters at close
Reach cocked and ready
Cause the streets will catch you slipping
Rock ya steady
Watch your back with your homies
That you feel is real
Your homeboys from your crew
Yeah them the ones that do you
The suckas that got the player hater venom
I wanna take 'em outside and lay
Some slugs up in em
To all my G's rock on
Get your ride on - when you hear it
The forbidden Gangland lyric
Player Haters fear it
Get you right up close near it
Possessed by the Eazy-E spirit
Ice T set the limit
And niggas won't cross this line
Suicide - and niggas won't cross this nine
In your mouth
Puffin' with my niggas down south
What the fuck this really all about? man
I'm coming out front and back, 98 brougham
All you fake G's stay home
Leave that shit alone
King Tee's back on the throne
And that nigga on the mic - straight gone
Cra-zy, y'all niggas wanna know
The real deal?
I'll freestyle and smack you in your grill
Bomb lyrics, no special effects or gimmicks
The Syndicate will put you in
The mix - biatch
Make sure them young boys respect your name
Keep your heaters at close
Reach cocked and ready
Cause the streets will catch you slipping
Rock ya steady
Watch your back with your homies
That you feel is real
Your homeboys from your crew
Yeah them the ones that do you
The suckas that got the player hater venom
I wanna take 'em outside and lay
Some slugs up in em
When they need work
They call the cali drug expert
Smashing in a six hundred dollar bill burnt
Looking flossy living costly
Off the edge, out of state
They gots to break bread, for sho
I needs mo' ice drops for the lexo
Briggetts sets blow when I'm sipping the mo'
Freelancing, trying to build a mansion
And stay faded
Have hoes walk around my crib butt naked
True, pop the remy kick back
And let the players represent
High floss true boss game and take aim
These sucka wannabe's
Nigga please, - you're green
I'll bend hoes on the downlow - banks obscene
Wanna chill with these niggas
Bet you wish you could
And suck game out my ass like sponges
I run this you can't fuck with the steelo
You niggas wanna be low
When I'm on the east I play ceelo cash flow
One track mind serial hustler
Quick to break a buster ya snitch bitch?
I'll dust ya bentley ballin' bastard
No hustler faster game maker
I knock a white bitch and break her
But, Ice, Chronic got me bruising my brain
But soothing my pain, I'm true to the game
I got my mind made I
Gotta be that rich motherfucker
Set it up so my grandkids don't suffer
The phat hummer
The phat drummer - what's your choice?
Trying to find a sister with a voice
Make her moist i'm throwing up the W
Bringing trouble to those in sight
King T and Big Ice
It's 99 players check your game
Make sure them young boys respect your name
Keep your heaters at close
Reach cocked and ready
Cause the streets will catch you slipping
Rock ya steady
Watch your back with your homies
That you feel is real
Your homeboys from your crew
Yeah them the ones that do you
The suckas that got the player hater venom
I wanna take 'em outside and lay
Some slugs up in em
But T that's trippin' and that ain't my sport
I'd rather lamp in my crib
And flip the Robb report
And set my v dozen on the streets
Bump my beats
Cause when I'm twisting my dubs
Can't nobody compete imagine this:
A hundred G 'lex on your wrist imagine this:
About ten karrots on your fist imagine this:
All dime hoes on your list
Ha - that shit would be nice
But, your name ain't "Ice" - kid
I'll screw the silencer on - rock you softly
How you gonna step to me kid?
You grew up off me
TV, Movies, and Records and Tours
So many busters wearing Versace I
Don't wear it no more
But this will be a classic
Many facets to get that ass kicked
The alchoholic Don, call me King Tragic
Watch me speak the magic
Watch me teach that old habit - full of havoc
And Ice'll tweak the mix when it statics
People pay just to have me stay
And say a verse
I'll freak a couple words unrehearsed
Then I burst i mean I bust
From all angles
Guarunteed platium on your single
Yo T, I really must admit I'm blessed
Master V does some other shit
TV's in the head rests
Never wear no vests because I got mad love
I catch respect when other niggas catch slugs
1, 2 I bust shit to load guns to
Beats for the hoodlums
Somebody's gotta do'em fed's screw 'em
Faggot's got my whole crib bugged
Mad tapps on the phone cause
I deal with the thugs drugs? never
No, the Ice is too clever i'm overseas
Checkin G's nigga please
Ballin' since the 70's - yeah baby
Blew up in the 80's now you niggas hate me
You can't see me motherfucker
Your focus is off
You can't be me motherfucker
You're broke and you're soft
Too many niggas try to pert
My lifestyle - romancing
I was kickin game while
Them kids was breakdancing
Overlord - so why the wack niggas ain't dead?
Probably because my aim is over nigga's heads
East coast - west coast
I play the whole map and bounce
They got a benz but live in their mom's house
It's 99 players check your game
Make sure them young boys respect your name
Keep your heaters at close
Reach cocked and ready
Cause the streets will catch you slipping
Rock ya steady
Watch your back with your homies
That you feel is real
Your homeboys from your crew
Yeah them the ones that do you
The suckas that got the player hater venom
I wanna take 'em outside and lay
Some slugs up in em
To all my G's rock on
Get your ride on - when you hear it
The forbidden Gangland lyric
Player Haters fear it
Get you right up close near it
Possessed by the Eazy-E spirit
Ice T set the limit
And niggas won't cross this line
Suicide - and niggas won't cross this nine
In your mouth
Puffin' with my niggas down south
What the fuck this really all about? man
I'm coming out front and back, 98 brougham
All you fake G's stay home
Leave that shit alone
King Tee's back on the throne
And that nigga on the mic - straight gone
Cra-zy, y'all niggas wanna know
The real deal?
I'll freestyle and smack you in your grill
Bomb lyrics, no special effects or gimmicks
The Syndicate will put you in
The mix - biatch