Checkmate
(专辑: Cypress Hill IV - 1998)
[Sen Dog] Bout to mash these niggaz man Don't come in my backyard motherfucker Hahaha, B-Real and the
DOG, motherfucker! Ha! Yeah Here we go y'all, that's the
nigga head dog Lunatic smokin loops, loose in your sector Got my eye on em, on the
apparatus like a
bone to a
dog, yea you know I
gotta have it Anywhere you get it shit, and I'ma grab it Turn around stares to your face and I
jab it Drop you, like one of those ill bad habits Hunt you, like a
hillbilly huntin a
rabbit Cuttin niggaz up like Muggs on the
wheels for reals, penetentiary steel Pull heads to bed from the
choke of a
headlock Fadin baldheads to perms, even dreadlocks BWOY, rudebwoy with me style I
can get foul or wild, or just cool for a
while [Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog] (Checkmate fool!) Hang em high Got the
live shit, bang em whenever you/he wanna try Shoot to thrill, be at the
Hill, I/we take em all (Checkmate fool!) Wherever the
pawns fall [repeat 2X] [B-Real] Look look punk, every way you get shook To the
pawn, takin out the
rook, off of the
book Lights get tooken, taken you for Satan You can't breathe, no need to look up and see me The
last hope, when you mellow you call whoever For the
hype shit, you call the
Hill, put it together Runnin this game, bringin the
same, raw shit Over the
hills, through the
city we come equipped to the
letter, keepin your temperature down low What I
reveal, the
good shit to heal all souls Makin you roll late night, you trippin, my game's tight To the
new shit I
bring, never the
same hype so PUSH THAT SHIT OFF, get up, don't let off No matter how much blood you spit up You could never be, fuckin with Greenthumb The
outcome's specific, you spliff it, collapsed lung We hit hard, breakin your guard, you can't tell when the
bells ring, bustin your shell, the
pawn fell [Chorus] (Peek-a-Boo, you fuck you!) [Sen Dog] I'ma freak that funk yea slam it in the
trunk I'ma kill all junk with the
suicide clunk Ain't nobody came my way, talkin bout the
Westside of L.A., so whatever punk-ass click you claim, you keep bumpin that shit and elevate your frame, cause I
want that big-time, asshole, studio gangsta Worth a
lot of shit, but that's not the
main factor [B-Real] My nigga Sen's rollin again, remember when we rocked shows, battlin foes, the
time's been long Strong with the
styles, you ain't hear to win Like blood pourin out of the
pen, the
ink stains Slim chance if it gets in your brain, the
hot flash got you heated with repeated attacks over the
tracks Smack niggaz up, back niggaz up, hack niggaz up Jack niggaz up, hangin the
wack niggaz up Snowball effect, we rollin the
city limits Crushin the
bitch-ass niggaz with all the
gimmicks [Chorus] [Sen Dog] Checkmate fool!