"Mic Check" lyrics
Mic check
I can get smooth to any groove, still makin' moves
Nobody could fuck with the tools, we paid our dues
I rock the Coog' in the Land Cruise
I take trips to Cancun just to lampoon
Gone off them damn shrooms, I love them X pills
I pop three in your face like Van Exel
And you could ask Phil, I'm just like J.R. Rider
Before my show, I'm in the parking lot sparkin' fire
I'm a 22-inch rider, tell me who's liver
Twistin' bitches like a screwdriver
Make her lick the bitch pussy beside her, something like MacGyver
Hunt niggas on Halloween like Michael Myers
The mic messiah, the overlordian
Bubble like Berry Gordy and get played like the accordion
Stingin' like a scorpion, smokin' on Kevorkian
Stuck, nobody could fuck with Yuk, nigga, give that mic up
Now, mic check
I walk around the street with the black TEC-9 by the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
Mic check
I walk around the street with the black TEC-9 by the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
Mic check
I walk around the street with the black TEC-9 by the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
Mic check
I walk around the street with the black TEC-9 by the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
Yo, mic check
I walk around the streets with a mouth full of begets
With a TEC on my hip ready to rip shit
I'm after tickets, fuck these hoes and bitches
I'm on the road to riches, my heart cold, I got a soul of mischief
Flow terrific, bounce like '6-4s with switches
I smoke my dro in Swishers, I speeds like pole position
I'm on a mission, cookin' birdies up in the kitchen
Fuck the competition, I break niggas like Robin Givens
That's how I'm livin', fresh outta jail, fresh outta prison
Until then, I'll be smokin' that fire weed with my ghetto children
Behind a project buildin', like Milk and Gizmo, we top billin'
And niggas won't stop until we got millions
I got children, I got issues
Nigga, this Rap-A-Lot mafia, boy, I kiss the nigga before I kill you
Get hit with the pistol, let bullets hit you
Let slugs fill you, let them niggas know it's official
Mic check
I walk around the street with the black TEC-9 by the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
Mic check
I walk around the street with the black TEC-9 by the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
Mic check
I walk around the street with the black TEC-9 by the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
Mic check
I walk around the street with the black TEC-9 by the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
Mic check
I walk around the street with the black TEC-9 by the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
Mic check
I walk around the street with the black TEC-9 by the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
Mic check
I walk around the street with the black TEC-9 by the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
Mic check
I walk around the street with the black TEC-9 by the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
Mic check
I walk around the street with the black TEC-9 by the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
Mic check
I walk around the street with the black TEC-9 by the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
Mic check
I walk around the street with the black TEC-9 by the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
Mic check
I can get smooth to any groove, still makin' moves
Nobody could fuck with the tools, we paid our dues
I rock the Coog' in the Land Cruise
I take trips to Cancun just to lampoon
Gone off them damn shrooms, I love them X pills
I pop three in your face like Van Exel
And you could ask Phil, I'm just like J.R. Rider
Before my show, I'm in the parking lot sparkin' fire
I'm a 22-inch rider, tell me who's liver
Twistin' bitches like a screwdriver
Make her lick the bitch pussy beside her, something like MacGyver
Hunt niggas on Halloween like Michael Myers
The mic messiah, the overlordian
Bubble like Berry Gordy and get played like the accordion
Stingin' like a scorpion, smokin' on Kevorkian
Stuck, nobody could fuck with Yuk, nigga, give that mic up
Now, mic check
I walk around the street with the black TEC-9 by the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
Mic check
I walk around the street with the black TEC-9 by the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
Mic check
I walk around the street with the black TEC-9 by the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
Mic check
I walk around the street with the black TEC-9 by the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
Yo, mic check
I walk around the streets with a mouth full of begets
With a TEC on my hip ready to rip shit
I'm after tickets, fuck these hoes and bitches
I'm on the road to riches, my heart cold, I got a soul of mischief
Flow terrific, bounce like '6-4s with switches
I smoke my dro in Swishers, I speeds like pole position
I'm on a mission, cookin' birdies up in the kitchen
Fuck the competition, I break niggas like Robin Givens
That's how I'm livin', fresh outta jail, fresh outta prison
Until then, I'll be smokin' that fire weed with my ghetto children
Behind a project buildin', like Milk and Gizmo, we top billin'
And niggas won't stop until we got millions
I got children, I got issues
Nigga, this Rap-A-Lot mafia, boy, I kiss the nigga before I kill you
Get hit with the pistol, let bullets hit you
Let slugs fill you, let them niggas know it's official
Mic check
I walk around the street with the black TEC-9 by the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
Mic check
I walk around the street with the black TEC-9 by the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
Mic check
I walk around the street with the black TEC-9 by the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
Mic check
I walk around the street with the black TEC-9 by the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
Mic check
I walk around the street with the black TEC-9 by the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
Mic check
I walk around the street with the black TEC-9 by the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
Mic check
I walk around the street with the black TEC-9 by the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
Mic check
I walk around the street with the black TEC-9 by the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
Mic check
I walk around the street with the black TEC-9 by the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
Mic check
I walk around the street with the black TEC-9 by the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
Mic check
I walk around the street with the black TEC-9 by the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
Mic check
