Woah, oh-oh-oh In your snapback Those stars need to be wished on Your skin needs to be kissed on My eyes, baby, they're fixed on you in your snapback T-shirt of your favorite rock band Checkin' your make-up in my Ray Bans Strictly outta curiosity What

Oh hey heyda da di da, di da da Well, I had the carburetor, baby, cleaned and checked With her line blown out she's hummin' like a turbojet Propped her up in the backyard on concrete blocks For a new clutch plate and a new set of shocks Took her down to the

What a shame when a thang blast at ya 'Cause you're lame you're a dame slash actor These dudes are ho's from screws to toes They choose to go bass ackwards Mange Strusic! Bang bou yitch! Follow me now see, check it out I say: this song is dedicated to

Ooh, that's a lot, lot Yeah, look at them bands, that's a lot, lot Like, ooh, we don't stop, stop Yeah, count it up, that's a lot, lot Like, hey, that's a lot Yeah, cashing checks out the box like Yeah, count it up, that's a lot, lot, lot Said ooh,

Hey Heyya, I wanna go out Out of my mind Hey Heyya, I wanna check out Step off of my cloud I'm going out, I, I, love it, love it I wanna go out, I wanna-na Let's get wild and make a memory Out of my mind, out of my mind No I can't take it anymore

We gotta go It's check out time Ay what time is it nigga? ("I don't know.") Oh shit, 12 o'clock Oh shit, we got to get the fuck up outta here ("Hell yeah.") Nigga, it's check out time nigga Hey Heycall up Kurupt, call Daz room ("Hey Heythere, bitch, where Suge

Check it out I can't believe it, it's so amazing. I can't believe it, this beat is banging. I can't believe it, I can't believe it. (Hey) Check it out This club is heating, this party's blazing. (Yeah yeah, I'm feeling it now) Stepped in the party like

He drank ole poison whiskey 'Til it killed him dead. Daddy was a Cajun, raised on Southern land And so my kinfolks tell me, was a street-fightin' man. Well, they rushed him down to see the doctor "Hey Heydoctor, won't you check his head?" The only thing

Pull up, we gon' shoot, don't check out the score yet Different colored coupes, shmoney on the floor yeah They know I got juice, drippin', drippin' sauce, yeah (Scum Gang!) I'll be on the block on the regular With my niggas busting at the cops, on the

(Hey, hey) don't give a damn what people say (Hey, hey) save it for another day (Hey, hey) you gonna talk the talk then walk this way (Hey, hey) or save it for another day Check, check mic check one, two It's about that time This the year we take shit