Joe Budden - Check Me Out lyrics
[Joe Budden - Check Me Out lyrics]
Check me out right here nahmean? Old school
Old school niggas used to be like
What they used to be like? "Check me out now"
What other ad-libs these old
Niggas used to say?
Hahaha, I don't know but fuck it look
Now let me ask you a question
Who are you? Where you
From? What you reppin'?
Is every bar about a burner or a weapon?
And now he all gassed up by his brethren
(what?)
Some tell me that my music is depressin'
(but a)
But, best rapper in the world, I was destined
Jump Off! Must be the exception (I mean a)
Am I the only one that's
Progressin' in a recession? (listen)
They tell me trickin' ain't trickin'
If you got it
I never heard more false words spoken
So, if I tell you I'ma
Leave your wrist frozen
I was either lyin' to you or just jokin'
You could be in a wet T-shirt soakin'
You could
Tell me how your shit get like the ocean
(you could) you could
Jerk me off with a bottle of lotion
While ya legs open and have
Trouble gettin' a token i grew up a little
(see) , see I'm much more mature
My rapport is one you can adore (ask around)
That wasn't always the case
So that's for starter
I'm enjoyin' the hood, the one after father
I used to invest in heroin
With money in Maryland, not Merrill Lynch
Morgan Stanley, Goldman Sachs
And now I'm holdin' stacks
(as I) , as I stroll in Saks sing it!
Uh, check me out now ya mean?
Nigga all grown up how ill is this shit?
Now look, look
When I was younger I used
To get ass for sport
Now I'm less about her sex
I'm more into her thoughts (yeah aight)
Nah, I ain't mean to cross that yet
I regress i'm more into her thoughts on sex
And the property, fuck what's across my neck
Be clear
I'm more into her career than her hair
Her mind state, nothin is insurmountable
(look here) i'm worried about her account
(I mean) , is she accountable?
Real man shit, I'm no longer outlandish
The roof don't drop (but) but it's panoramic
And I know haters can't stand it (so)
So I do it on purpose, still on my Jerz shit
(oh) we don't fall flat and we never cave in
I lead pressure right to my doormat
All that adversity never worried me
If anything it feeds me, it'll nourish me
(motivation)
I try to keep it a hundred, non-fiction
Lane switchin's in my True Religion
With the double stitchin'
No fitted, T, Kid Robot
These rap niggas is ass and I don't dig Botox
Into enterin' clubs, dodgin' photogs
So they can talk shit about
Me for a whole blog
Go hard, no prob, that's the plan
I might laugh and joke son, but
I'm a grown ass man, ya heard?
Uh, check me out now yeah, Joey!
Tahaha, I swear to God
If this roof came down
This shit be down right now, snowin'
And I'd have my, my motherfuckin'
My shades on and shit
My hand out the window, smokin'
A blunt, next to the cops too
Fuck off coppers! Cheah
Old school niggas used to be like
What they used to be like? "Check me out now"
What other ad-libs these old
Niggas used to say?
Hahaha, I don't know but fuck it look
Now let me ask you a question
Who are you? Where you
From? What you reppin'?
Is every bar about a burner or a weapon?
And now he all gassed up by his brethren
(what?)
Some tell me that my music is depressin'
(but a)
But, best rapper in the world, I was destined
Jump Off! Must be the exception (I mean a)
Am I the only one that's
Progressin' in a recession? (listen)
They tell me trickin' ain't trickin'
If you got it
I never heard more false words spoken
So, if I tell you I'ma
Leave your wrist frozen
I was either lyin' to you or just jokin'
You could be in a wet T-shirt soakin'
You could
Tell me how your shit get like the ocean
(you could) you could
Jerk me off with a bottle of lotion
While ya legs open and have
Trouble gettin' a token i grew up a little
(see) , see I'm much more mature
My rapport is one you can adore (ask around)
That wasn't always the case
So that's for starter
I'm enjoyin' the hood, the one after father
I used to invest in heroin
With money in Maryland, not Merrill Lynch
Morgan Stanley, Goldman Sachs
And now I'm holdin' stacks
(as I) , as I stroll in Saks sing it!
Uh, check me out now ya mean?
Nigga all grown up how ill is this shit?
Now look, look
When I was younger I used
To get ass for sport
Now I'm less about her sex
I'm more into her thoughts (yeah aight)
Nah, I ain't mean to cross that yet
I regress i'm more into her thoughts on sex
And the property, fuck what's across my neck
Be clear
I'm more into her career than her hair
Her mind state, nothin is insurmountable
(look here) i'm worried about her account
(I mean) , is she accountable?
Real man shit, I'm no longer outlandish
The roof don't drop (but) but it's panoramic
And I know haters can't stand it (so)
So I do it on purpose, still on my Jerz shit
(oh) we don't fall flat and we never cave in
I lead pressure right to my doormat
All that adversity never worried me
If anything it feeds me, it'll nourish me
(motivation)
I try to keep it a hundred, non-fiction
Lane switchin's in my True Religion
With the double stitchin'
No fitted, T, Kid Robot
These rap niggas is ass and I don't dig Botox
Into enterin' clubs, dodgin' photogs
So they can talk shit about
Me for a whole blog
Go hard, no prob, that's the plan
I might laugh and joke son, but
I'm a grown ass man, ya heard?
Uh, check me out now yeah, Joey!
Tahaha, I swear to God
If this roof came down
This shit be down right now, snowin'
And I'd have my, my motherfuckin'
My shades on and shit
My hand out the window, smokin'
A blunt, next to the cops too
Fuck off coppers! Cheah