paroles de chanson Check It Out - Showbiz , A.G.
Featuring
party
arty
Chorus:
party
arty
Check
it
out
huh
this
is
how
it's
going
down
From
the
boogie
down
brothers
stand
around
with
a
frown
(repeat
2x)
Verse
1:
a.g.
It's
time
to
hit
ya
let
the
melody
split
ya
Poems
is
deadly
holmes
better
get
the
picture
See
these
vibes
are
visible
Fiends
see
it
in
the
mental
chicks
dig
it
in
the
physical
We
had
to
lounge
now
i'm
furious
Fake
hip
hoppers
can
they
do
it
in
'95?
i'm
curious
Cause
my
squad
has
sickness,
crazy
sickness
Hit
the
herb,
let
the
words
start
flowing
with
the
riches
Don't
compare
me
when
you
hear
me
I
stay
true,
and
when
i'm
through,
it'll
pay
dearly
Dre's
a
giant,
no
question,
but
what
i
question
Is
how
now
this
is
your
profession
I'm
charged
off
the
lye
How
we
do?
(spray
'em)
bless
'em,
impress
'em,
and
hang
'em
high
Taking
loot
like
bakers
and
produce
pages
And
styles
go
for
miles,
like
davis
My
potential,
with
show's
instrumental
Got
you
all
zoning
on
the
vibes
that
we
sent
you
In
the
mental,
who's
that
abusing
rap?
Pop
from
the
heart,
so
it's
back
to
the
start,
black
And
these
tracks
are
incredible
S-h-o
to
the
w,
true
to
our
revenue
That's
how
we
feel
in
the
bx,
mics
i
bless
Time
to
get
down
with
the
boogie
Chorus
x2
Verse
2:
a.g.
I
got
a
mind
like
minolta
Me
and
show
go
back
like
the
d.a.
on
travolta
I
want
cheese
like
ziti
You'll
get
left
like?
reuiniti?
(on
ice)
trying
to
be
me
I
jam,
sucker,
like
the
god
in
all
the
ruckus
Over
tracks
(your
girl
probably
claps)
then
i
stuck
her
No
front,
all
i
want
is
to
be
happy
Probably
like
mary,
but
if
you
dare
me,
then
we'll
get
scrappy
Don't
lift
weights,
let
the
hands
be
dictate
The
giant
is
great
from
back
then
to
this
date
I
take
the
cake
and
i
bounce
with
the
whole
weight
A
weapon,
stepping
straight
from
section
8
If
it's
me
then
you
might
not
wait
If
you
fake
the
moves,
then
it's
your
tools
i'm
a
take
I
want
to
see
you
stop
me
to
those
that
knock
me
Amazing
with
blazing
talents
like
rodney
Strict
with
the
voodoo,
peace
to
chaka
zulu
In
the
clutch,
i
can't
be
touched,
they
must
be
noodles
Too
many
skills
for
you
to
try
and
doubt
Put
your
money
where
your
mouth,
i'm
a
make
you
wear
your
mouth
I've
had
it,
time
to
get
bruised
and
battered
I'm
like
earvin
orsette,
cause
i'm
great
with
that
black
magic
It's
nothing
when
my
man's
on
production
I
reign
(you
catch
a
blow
to
your
brain)
percussion
Rap
savior,
the
more
the
major
Bring
'em
all
on,
and
they'll
get
shitted
on
with
flavor
Reality
is
what
it's
all
about
So
when
you
hear
the
vibes
of
show
& a,
check
it
out
Chorus
x2
Album
Goodfellas
1 Never Less Than Ill
2 You Know Now
3 Check It Out
4 Add On
5 Next Level - Nyte Time Mix
6 Time For ...
7 Got The Flava
8 Neighborhood Sickness
9 All Out
10 Medicine
11 I'm Not The One
12 Got Ya Back
13 Next Level
14 You Want It
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