Sir Mix-A-Lot Lyrics
Sir Mix-A-Lot Lyrics
"I Check My Bank Lyrics"
Welcome To Virginia Lyrics
sometimes its hard for me, much harder than it seems i've got to get out of this life, before it all comes down on me its like they say - you've got to live life day to day you've got to stand up one more time i wonder how long it's gonna take this time, to walk this line subliminal as writing on the wall we're trapped inside complacency you know entoub routine and seal it with a kiss this ignorance has got the best of you
sometimes its hard for me, much harder than it seems i've got to get out of this life, before it all comes down on me its like they say - you've got to live life day to day you've got to stand up one more time i wonder how long it's gonna take this time, to walk this line subliminal as writing on the wall we're trapped inside complacency you know entoub routine and seal it with a kiss this ignorance has got the best of you
I'm peelin off domes with a baseball bat
Forty-four Magnum, choice of gat
Mercury tip fillin up my clip
I can shoot him in the dome or I can get him in the hip
but boom, look at all the niggaz runnin out the room
Just another soldier, causin doom
No I don't bang but I like to wound... my enemy
Who is the enemy, I'm glad you asked
Any motherfucker standin in my path
Got a Bentley Turbo, now you wanna jack
but remember, Mack Daddy is strapped
And when you're platinum, niggaz start dissin
Record companies think you're missin
But I'm back *clap clap (gunfire)*
I'm back *clap clap (gunfire)*
I'm back and I got a bigger gat *click BOOM*
Now the positive rhymes is onnnn
And I'm positively hittin that dome
You might want mine but you can't get mine
Rather put a hot nine right up in your behind
I'm not the nigga that you wanna recoup
And I don't wear a Giorgio suit
but I'm down for my business so please don't step
You heard about my lawfirm's
Bullshitter's Lament Lyrics
Music & Lyrics: John Popper I walked clean through the party Without a sin put to my name Then they got to know me Then all the sins they came To fruitions visibility I suppose them always there Back when no one knew me I saw no need to care But now such luxury is gone And I've got to do my part And the faces that I know, know me Have laid claim to my heart Like speculated real estate Their investment should do well But me I've bought a ti
rep, I check my bankMusic & Lyrics: John Popper I walked clean through the party Without a sin put to my name Then they got to know me Then all the sins they came To fruitions visibility I suppose them always there Back when no one knew me I saw no need to care But now such luxury is gone And I've got to do my part And the faces that I know, know me Have laid claim to my heart Like speculated real estate Their investment should do well But me I've bought a ti
Chorus: DJ Punisher and Sir Mix-a-Lot
"Cash money, cash-cash.. money" "Boom! Here I am, rich"
Checkin my bank
"Cash money, cash-cash.. money" "Boom! Here I am, rich"
AhhhI checks my bank
"Cash money, cash-cash.. money" "Boom! Here I am, rich"
Straight checkin my bank
"Cash money, cash-cash-cash-cash.... cash money"
In the magazine I look like a dope man
cause I'm paid, and I'm suckin up to no man
And in the rap game I gets no respect
cause I'm checkin more bank than the Heat check
Yeah I'm a pimp and my hoe is the system
Uncle Sam might think I just dissed him
But nah I'm just pumpin straight facts
You either be a mack, or you get macked
Some of the jealous wanna roll on the boss
But this HK's keepin em tossed
Cause I duck them deuce deuce treys at point blank range
*automatic gunfire* Attitudes get changed
I'm about making these dividen
Radiation Lyrics
Pull back my skin Look deep within Transparent grins The more you kill me Just see how it is Just see how it really is There's radiation in my head Can't you see I'm going mad See the colour of my skin Turning blue as I breathe in There's radiation in my head Suffer for life My soul divides I'm reaching high But no one sees me Just see how it is Just see how it really is There's radiation in my head Can't you see I'm going mad
dsPull back my skin Look deep within Transparent grins The more you kill me Just see how it is Just see how it really is There's radiation in my head Can't you see I'm going mad See the colour of my skin Turning blue as I breathe in There's radiation in my head Suffer for life My soul divides I'm reaching high But no one sees me Just see how it is Just see how it really is There's radiation in my head Can't you see I'm going mad
and every motherfucker ain't my friend
And I check my back when I count my snaps
And niggaz that snatch get slapped
Girls wanna roll, that's cool
but I'm not to be played that fool
Some niggaz think a brother with money is slippin
but I've be down, so quit trippin
My goal, to increase the size of this bank
I hold, and bring up the brothers whose down
to roll, and keep all the shit under my control
That's how I'm livin, I check my bank
Chorus: DJ Punisher
"Cash money, cash-cash.. money"
"Clockin more dollars than Chase Manhattan"
*repeat 2X*
I check my bank *DJ Punisher starts scratch*
C'mon Punish! "Cash money"
A word to the cops, I can't be stopped
A word to my enemies, I don't drop props
A word to the Klan, I don't pick crops
You can run up with your whip but you'll just run up and get popped
A word to the Tipper, rap won't fall
A word to the bourgeoise, fuck all y'all
A word to
NERVOUS BREAKDOWN Lyrics
I'm about To have a nervous breakdown My head really hurts If I don't find a way out of here I'm gonna go berserk 'cuz I'm crazy and I'm hurt Head on my shoulders It's going...berserk I hear the same old talk talk talk The same old lines Don't do me that today, yeah If you know what's good for you you'll get out of my way 'cuz I'm crazy and I'm hurt Head on my shoulders Going...berserk I won't apologize For acting outta line You see th
Apartheid you bouts to fallI'm about To have a nervous breakdown My head really hurts If I don't find a way out of here I'm gonna go berserk 'cuz I'm crazy and I'm hurt Head on my shoulders It's going...berserk I hear the same old talk talk talk The same old lines Don't do me that today, yeah If you know what's good for you you'll get out of my way 'cuz I'm crazy and I'm hurt Head on my shoulders Going...berserk I won't apologize For acting outta line You see th
You can kill a couple brothers but you'll never get us all
Straight laced game's what I'm poppin at the new jacks
Mack Daddy niggaz like to snatch fat sacks
I used to be nice with my rhymes, and now I drop dimes
*Beastie Boys scratch "What's the time?"*
It's time to get paid in the nine-two G
Recession never stopped a nigga like me
I'm breakin no laws but I'm livin on edge
Puttin CEO's to bed
Business, straight yankin in dead presidents
It's like sellin dope, but the money ain't bent
The game is stiff, but I'ma get mine
My set is a dollar sign, I check my bank
Yup, checkin my bank, fool, ha ha
Yup, I check my bank, sheeit
Straight checkin my bank
C'mon Punish! *DJ Punisher starts scratchin*
Punish em! Punish em!
Show these DJ's what time it is Punish
Peace out y'all, and I'm checkin my bank
I checks my bank
I checks my bank, straight paid clown
Checkin my bank
I checks my bank!