Who why'all talkin to man? Check it out, check it out This here goes out To all the niggaz that be fuckin mad bitches In other niggaz cribs Thinkin shit is sweet Nigga creep up on your ass, hahaha Live niggaz respect it, check it

Waiting in the security line I was mad as hell that I might miss my plane I felt so stupid being mad After seeing her so sad I need to check my heart I need to watch my mouth Have a little more faith A little less doubt, it ain't that hard to figure out

Oh don't lean on me man, 'cause you can't afford the ticket I'm back on Suffragette City You know my Suffragette City Oh don't lean on me man 'Cause you ain't got time to check it Is outta sight she's all right A Suffragette City, a Suffragette City Hey

Work in a little sunshine overtime Checking on out of that nine to five Sandy streets and the windows down Hair free in the breeze getting all unwound Jump in the water go weekend wild Get wrapped up in an old beach towel Break out tequila salt and the

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 doctor, won't you check his head?" The only thing

Stepping out to Angellucci's for my coffee beans Checking out the movies and the magazines Waitress she watches me crossing from the Barocco Bar I'm getting a pickup for my steel guitar I saw you walking out Shaftesbury Avenue Excuse me for talking I

French inhale, I like the way you french inhale Do it again You don’t gotta sell it, 'cause its already sold And you don’t gotta roll one 'cause its already rolled Check out my technique, just weed let it fold Shit I’ve been smokin’ since I was 14 years

Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choo, that's on you (ha) New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, ha) Diamonds on my neck, frozen tears (tears) Bad bitches gettin' wet, here Yeah, don't call me 'til the checks clear (clear) Iced out (stylist), no stylist

Blows your mind drastically, fantastically Given astrology With Diesel Power Blows your mind drastically, fanta... Yo! I used to check out lyrics and pump the format Build with skill with technique, computer A-DAT My lyrical form is clouds on your

Find out what she's puttin' down I won't even call I won't even write I'm checking on my baby So many nights and days Well, I've been out of town Well, I caught me a plane Flew back that same night Checking on my baby