Текст песни Checked In (feat. D-Bo) - Eastman Records

I came, I saw, I left
I don't give a fuck about
The way that you step
Smokin on weed with every single breath
All you gotta do is say it with your chest
Like, Eastman's here in the house
All we wanna do is smoke a little loud
Talking all that shit is what got you smacked
Checked into the E.R. that's a fact

Life's a bitch but imma rip her pussy
Like I am on my jack shit
You don't know Bo's dyin on this smash hit
Ashes the Ashes, I'm trippin on this acid
Feeling like a class sickle
As I cut an scribble a way to dribble
Through the middle of the game like its dame time
Imma pilfer your girl with the same line
That I'm usin just to change time
Abusin the muse only seems fine
If its not your source of juice
Imma bad mothafucka whippin in the booth
An if you'd seen the shit that I've seen
You'd whip it too, Fool
You just can't understand me
I do it for the families that live with no role models
And choose to follow substance after sobriety
I'm here to tell you there's sobriety after substance
And subsequently I'm equipped to drop cherry bombs
On these virgins, It's okay if you don't like rap cause
You probably never heard it

I came, I saw, I left
I don't give a fuck about
The way that you step
Smokin on weed with every single breath
All you gotta do is say it with your chest
Like, Eastman's here in the house
All we wanna do is smoke a little loud
Talking all that shit is what got you smacked
Checked into the E.R. that's a fact

We can kick it if you're feelin frigid kid
Runnin out your mouth will get you shot
Like Ricky did, It's Bo, With a D
Illuminating minds especially on Friday
Living every single day likes its my day mayday
I know I gotta couple guns but I'm always
Bout the Melee fucka, daily bugga, smack a sucka
In his fuckin face, than I look upon my brother
Asking can you keep a pace with a G
I smoke about an ounce up in the day
An take a stage like a freak with no equal
I'm suckin bitches pussies while you eatin bitches keagles
Lethal Injection, Inoculate the stage, listen to my lyrics
An you will never be the same

I came, I saw, I left
I don't give a fuck about
The way that you step
Smokin on weed with every single breath
All you gotta do is say it with your chest
Like, Eastman's here in the house
All we wanna do is smoke a little loud
Talking all that shit is what got you smacked
Checked into the E.R. that's a fact

I'm also sick of beaters where's the heater?
Imma pull up to the dealership
Cocky bitches everywhere lemme fuckin
Eat a chip, you a needle wrist, that's an ego trip on the low low
Hash wax in the evenings just to let my soul glow
Oh no Bo goes for the throat so protect that neck man
Drippin down Summer St. holdin that tech
Can you really blame me?
There's a lot of dirty brothers with a mother
That would fuckin play me for a hit or a shot
Spittin oriental flavor that cannot be replicated
Never been adulterated by that fuckin weak shit
Cause thuggin is something I am sleek with
Fuckin sleek with, watch who you sleep with
Mothafucka's creepin just to stick you a needle
An see this new customer
Welcome to the River Valley
With a whole bunch of stuff that could make a bitch go crazy

Eastman's here in the house
All we wanna do is smoke a little loud
Talking all that shit is what got you smacked
Checked into the E.R. that's a fact