Sir Michael Rocks
Текст песни Checkin' feat Shorty K

[Hook]
And we just checkin in the party
For the same bitches checkin for us
And when the Cris done poppin
We gonna try to fit them all in the truck

And if you checkin for the party
With the same bitches checkin for us
When the Cris done poppin, nigga
You gonna be shit out of luck

So mama fine, hit me with the grind
She the kind that you would be buying everything for
She always had a man, never ever single
But now she by herself with her friends
And they dancing, the chances of a nigga
Running up on us
Is less likely than Spike Lee catching the bus
? there's nothing left to discuss
And if that bitch don't fit, then I bet she'll adjust
Soon as you see a live nigga
We getting drunk and bustin down
Porsche ? throw up signs and all the pictures
Cause the TPC: toothpick click president
Official you wanna sign up, I can enlist you

It's the ? buckets full of ice, nigga
Full of Cris, full of kush for the night
You gonna be mine baby and love crazy when you think about it
But where would you be without it?
A hundred thousand, still god it!
I got that bad, nigga

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Running bitches, no shoes
These hoes choose, the new bitch is old news
I'm Keith Sweat, I'm swaggin on Keith Sweat
She wet, and her girlfriend, she next
I don't like her, a tat like an old biker
I won't wife her, ruff ride her like a motorcycle
I one-night her, I beat her but I'm no fighter
I ghost ride her, she's Tina and I'm gon Ike her
Bust down, you see me ho?
They all on me, I need a PPO
?
Throwing up the Ace in the 44
All gone, C-3PO, life saved, Star Ward
?
All you bum ass niggas get you some cardboard

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