I Checks My Bank-Sir Mix-A-Lot

歌手 : Sir Mix-A-Lot

专辑 : Chief Boot Knocka

语种 : 英语

时长 : 04:07

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TXT I Checks My Bank-Sir Mix-A-Lot 文本歌词

I Checks My Bank - Sir Mix-A-Lot

I'm peelin off domes with a baseball bat

Forty-four Magnum choice of gat

Mercury tip fillin up my clip

I can shoot him in the dome

Or I can get him in the hip

But boom

Look at all the niggaz runnin out the room

Just another soldier causin doom

No I don't bang

But I like to wound my enemy

Who is the enemy

I'm glad you asked

Any motherf**ker standin in my path

Got a Bentley Turbo

Now you wanna jack

But remember Mack Daddy is strapped

And when you're platinum

Niggaz start dissin

Record companies think you're missin

But I'm back

I'm back

I'm back and I got a bigger gat

Now the positive rhymes is onnnn

And I'm positively hittin that dome

You might want mine

But you can't get mine

Rather put a hot nine

Right up in your behind

I'm not the ni**a

That you wanna recoup

And I don't wear a Giorgio suit

But I'm down for my business

So please don't step

You heard about my lawfirm's rep

I check my bank

Straight checkin my bank

I check my bank

Checkin my bank

In the magazine

I look like a d**e man

Cause I'm paid

And I'm suckin up to no man

And in the rap game I gets no respect

Cause I'm checkin

More bank than the Heat check

Yeah I'm a pimp

And my hoe is the system

Uncle Sam might think I just dissed him

But nah I'm just pumpin straight facts

You either be a mack

Or you get macked

Some of the jealous

Wanna roll on the boss

But this HK's keepin em tossed

Cause I duck them deuce deuce

Treys at point blank range

Attitudes get changed

I'm about making these dividends

And every motherf**ker ain't my friend

And I check my back

When I count my snaps

And niggaz that snatch get slapped

Girls wanna roll that's cool

But I'm not to be played that fool

Some niggaz think a brother

With money is slippin

But I've be down so quit trippin

My goal to increase the size of this bank

I hold and bring up

The brothers whose down

To roll and keep all the sh*t

Under my control

That's how I'm livin I check my bank

I check my bank

C'mon Punish "Cash money"

A word to the cops I can't be stopped

A word to my enemies I don't drop props

A word to the Klan I don't pick crops

You can run up with your whip

But you'll just run up and get popped

A word to the Tipper rap won't fall

A word to the bourgeoise f**k all y'all

A word to Apartheid you bouts to fall

You can kill a couple brothers

But you'll never get us all

Straight laced game's

What I'm poppin at the new jacks

Mack Daddy niggaz like to snatch fat sacks

I used to be nice with my rhymes

And now I drop dimes

"What's the time "

It's time to get paid in the nine-two G

Recession never stopped a ni**a like me

I'm breakin no laws but I'm livin on edge

Puttin CEO's to bed

Business straight yankin in dead presidents

It's like sellin d**e

But the money ain't bent

The game is stiff but I'ma get mine

My set is a dollar sign I check my bank

I checks my bank

Straight checkin my bank

C'mon Punish

And I'm checkin my bank