[Intro: Chuck D] Ohhhhh! ohh! this is Ice Cube's message From you to you, tell them Cube You better, check it out! In this time, we go coast to coast, rhyme with rhyme Mic-mic-microphone check -----> Ice Cube Come On! check it now --------> Flavor Flav That's right, now with no further due Yo Cube, tell them what they got to do!
[Verse One: Ice Cube] You better check yourself before you wreck yourself Cause I'm bad for your health, I come real stealth Dropping bombs on your moms, kill car alarms Do a foul crime, I'm that nigga with the Alpine Sold it for a six-o, always let tricks know And friends know, we got the Indo No I'm not a sucker, sitting in a House of Pain And no I'm not the butler, I'll cut ya (Uh!) Headbutt ya, you say you can't touch this And I wouldn't touch ya, punk motherfucker! Here to let you know boy, oh boy I make dough, but don't call me DoughBoy This ain't no fucking motion picture A guy or bitch-a, I'll get with ya And hit ya, taking that yack to the neck So you better run a check
[Chorus: Ice Cube] Chickitty check yourself, before you wreck yourself Chickitty check yourself, before you wreck yourself Chickitty check yourself, before you wreck yourself Cause shotgun bullets are bad for your health
[Interlude #1: Chuck D] Mic-mic-microphone check.. One, two! Mic-mic-microphone check.. One, two! Mic-mic-microphone check.. What you're gonna do? Mic-mic-microphone check.. Come On Cube!
[Verse Two: Ice Cube] Tricks wanna step to Cube and then they get played Cause they're Bitch Made, pulling out a Switchblade That's kind of trifle, caise that's a knife-o AK-47, assault rifle Hold the fifty, I'm nifty, pow Got a new style, "WATCH OUT NOW!" I hate motherfuckers, claiming that they folding bank But steady talking shit in the holding tank First you wanna step to me Now your ass screaming for the deputy They send you to Charlie, Baker Denver row Now they're running up in you slow You're gone, used to be the Don Juan Now your name is just Twan Switching, snapping, rolling your eyes and neck You better run a check
[Chorus: Ice Cube] Chickitty check yourself, before you wreck yourself Chickitty check yourself, before you wreck yourself Chickitty check yourself, before you wreck yourself Cause shotgun bullets are bad for your health
[Verse Three: Ice Cube] If you're foul, you better run a make on that license plate You could've had a V8 Instead of a tre-eight slug to the cranium (POOOOOW!) I got six and I'm aiming them (YEAH!!) Will I shoot or keep you guessing? Cause fuck you and that shit you stressing Bitch, get off the wood, you're no good There goes the neighbourhood rat (there they go!) Go ahead and keep your drawers Giving up the claps and who needs applause At a time like this, pop the coochie and you dead The bitch is a Miami Hurricane head Sprung, niggaz call her 'Lips and Lungs' Nappy dugout, get the fuck out! Cause bitches like you gets no respect Bitch, you better run a check
[Chorus: Ice Cube] Chickitty check yourself, before you wreck yourself Chickitty check yourself, before you wreck yourself Chickitty check yourself, before you wreck yourself Cause bitches like you bullets is bad for my health
[Interlude #3: Chuck D] Mic-mic-microphone check.. One, two! Mic-mic-microphone check.. One, two! Mic-mic-microphone check.. What you wanna do? Mic-mic-microphone check.. Westside baby, UHH! COME ON!! ~ you better.. you better.. Check yourself Cube!.. Check yourself Cube!
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[Intro: Chuck D] Ohhhhh! ohh! this is Ice Cube's message From you to you, tell them Cube You better, check it out! In this time, we go coast to coast, rhyme with rhyme Mic-mic-microphone check -----> Ice Cube Come On! check it now --------> Flavor Flav That's right, now with no further due Yo Cube, tell them what they got to do!
[Verse One: Ice Cube] You better check yourself before you wreck yourself Cause I'm bad for your health, I come real stealth Dropping bombs on your moms, kill car alarms Do a foul crime, I'm that nigga with the Alpine Sold it for a six-o, always let tricks know And friends know, we got the Indo No I'm not a sucker, sitting in a House of Pain And no I'm not the butler, I'll cut ya (Uh!) Headbutt ya, you say you can't touch this And I wouldn't touch ya, punk motherfucker! Here to let you know boy, oh boy I make dough, but don't call me DoughBoy This ain't no fucking motion picture A guy or bitch-a, I'll get with ya And hit ya, taking that yack to the neck So you better run a check
[Chorus: Ice Cube] Chickitty check yourself, before you wreck yourself Chickitty check yourself, before you wreck yourself Chickitty check yourself, before you wreck yourself Cause shotgun bullets are bad for your health
[Interlude #1: Chuck D] Mic-mic-microphone check.. One, two! Mic-mic-microphone check.. One, two! Mic-mic-microphone check.. What you're gonna do? Mic-mic-microphone check.. Come On Cube!
[Verse Two: Ice Cube] Tricks wanna step to Cube and then they get played Cause they're Bitch Made, pulling out a Switchblade That's kind of trifle, caise that's a knife-o AK-47, assault rifle Hold the fifty, I'm nifty, pow Got a new style, "WATCH OUT NOW!" I hate motherfuckers, claiming that they folding bank But steady talking shit in the holding tank First you wanna step to me Now your ass screaming for the deputy They send you to Charlie, Baker Denver row Now they're running up in you slow You're gone, used to be the Don Juan Now your name is just Twan Switching, snapping, rolling your eyes and neck You better run a check
[Chorus: Ice Cube] Chickitty check yourself, before you wreck yourself Chickitty check yourself, before you wreck yourself Chickitty check yourself, before you wreck yourself Cause shotgun bullets are bad for your health
[Verse Three: Ice Cube] If you're foul, you better run a make on that license plate You could've had a V8 Instead of a tre-eight slug to the cranium (POOOOOW!) I got six and I'm aiming them (YEAH!!) Will I shoot or keep you guessing? Cause fuck you and that shit you stressing Bitch, get off the wood, you're no good There goes the neighbourhood rat (there they go!) Go ahead and keep your drawers Giving up the claps and who needs applause At a time like this, pop the coochie and you dead The bitch is a Miami Hurricane head Sprung, niggaz call her 'Lips and Lungs' Nappy dugout, get the fuck out! Cause bitches like you gets no respect Bitch, you better run a check
[Chorus: Ice Cube] Chickitty check yourself, before you wreck yourself Chickitty check yourself, before you wreck yourself Chickitty check yourself, before you wreck yourself Cause bitches like you bullets is bad for my health
[Interlude #3: Chuck D] Mic-mic-microphone check.. One, two! Mic-mic-microphone check.. One, two! Mic-mic-microphone check.. What you wanna do? Mic-mic-microphone check.. Westside baby, UHH! COME ON!! ~ you better.. you better.. Check yourself Cube!.. Check yourself Cube!
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