Def Squad – Check ‘n’ Me Out

Lyrics

<Redman>
If I gotta go out I'm goin out "Full Metal Jacket" style
Reverse suicide to do or die
I'm broke I lost my deal my car my brawl
And me and my landlord we at war for the rent
Yo E and Keith it's time to rob and steal
See that First National Bank? I'm showin my grill
Fuck a mask and a glove I'm worldwide for drugs
Turn the TV on that's me on America's
Most Wanted for most blunted
That tricky shit you did, I done it
We rock gear for deer huntin
When we do jobs, me and my dogs ready to get it
Snatch you out the five series like I'm winnin the pennant
Even at 112 degrees, sky's the limit
Sodomized the style till you idolized the finish
Sucker emcees get stuck too, fuck you
And if you blink, Im 'a show you shit I be up to
Cause if the shit gets thick, (we stick a motherfucker)
And if you actin all that, (we stick a motherfucker)
And if we lose our jobs, (we stick a motherfucker)
Yo yo yo, yo, yo yo yo, yo, (we stick a motherfucker)
I know you niggas checkin me out, yo yo yo, yo
I know you niggas checkin me out, ha ha ha, yo
I know you niggas checkin us out, ha ha
I know you niggas checkin me out, yo yo
<E Dub>
Who want the Source, the E got 65 mics
So i guess, I got shit that motherfuckers like
Some rappers, they choose to be disobedient
Dummies, advance your skills from intermediate
I'm suave with it, my rhyme I play with it
I cut the style up, and DJ with it
Can you help me? Ask Bill Bellamy what's the jam of the week
When he speak, it be something I freak
Who gives a fuck, I show and prove, I got juice
Drop my drawers and let mt balls hang loose
The green eyed bandit, shuts it down quickly
Taking care of business, since Strictly
Cats talk behind my back, I get heated
And bust a shot from my CLK two seated
The Squad do work quick fast in a hurry
Me, Eric Serm, Funk Doctor Spot and Keith Murray
Cause if the shit gets thick, (we stick a motherfucker)
And if you actin all that, (we stick a motherfucker)
And if we lose our jobs, (we stick a motherfucker)
Yo yo yo, yo, yo yo yo, yo (we stick a motherfucker)
I know you niggas checkin me out, yo yo
I know you niggas checkin me out, ha ha, yo
I know you niggas checkin us out, ha ha
I know you niggas checkin me out, yo yo yo
<Keith Murray>
Now if your bitch is paging me you best check your bitch
And if your bitch is in my whip you best check your bitch
And if your bitch is on my dick, nigga check your bitch
And if my clique fucks your bitch, nigga check your bitch
Ay yo, I'm sly as a fox, smooth as Hennessy over the rocks
Knock you out your boots, Lodge you out your socks
I see you checkin me out, you felt it
When I stepped in rockin gators and electic blue velvet
I see you checkin me out through the corner of your eye
You deny, but yo, you ain't got to lie!
You check me out till your eyes get sore
But that's alright playboy, cause that's what I'm here for
Check how I get biz
Me and the microphone is like the Junkyard dog in the somethin somethin
Violated, reinstated, genuinely illated
You're belated, you'll be checkin me out till the day I'm creamated
I keep you heavily sedated
Illified, illustrated
The original juice, not from concentrated
From up north to midwest to west coast to down south
No doubt, keep checkin us out
Cause if the shit gets thick, (we stick a motherfucker)
And if you actin all that, (we stick a motherfucker)
And if we lose our jobs, (we stick a motherfucker)
Yo yo yo, yo, yo yo yo, yo (we stick a motherfucker)
I know you niggas checkin me out, yo yo
I know you niggas checkin me out, ha ha, yo
I know you niggas checkin us out, ha ha
I know you niggas checkin me out, yo, yo yo

Paroles (Traduction)

Si je dois sortir, je sors "Full Metal Jacket" style
Suicide inversé pour faire ou mourir
Je suis fauché, j'ai perdu mon contrat, ma voiture, ma baston
Et moi et mon propriétaire, on est en guerre pour le loyer
Yo E et Keith, c'est le moment de cambrioler et voler
Tu vois cette First National Bank ? Je montre mes dents
Baise un masque et un gant, je suis connu mondialement pour la drogue
Allume la télé, c'est moi dans America's
Most Wanted pour le plus défoncé
Ce truc rusé que tu as fait, je l'ai fait
On porte des fringues pour la chasse aux cerfs
Quand on fait des boulots, moi et mes potes sommes prêts à le faire
Je te sors de la série cinq comme si je gagnais le championnat
Même à 112 degrés, le ciel est la limite
Sodomisé le style jusqu'à ce que tu idôlatres la fin
Les MCs nuls restent coincés aussi, fuck you
Et si tu clignes des yeux, je vais te montrer ce que je prépare
Parce que si ça devient tendu, (on colle un enfoiré)
Et si tu fais le malin, (on colle un enfoiré)
Et si on perd nos boulots, (on colle un enfoiré)
Yo yo yo, yo, yo yo yo, yo, (on colle un enfoiré)
Je sais que vous me matez, yo yo yo, yo
Je sais que vous me matez, ha ha ha, yo
Je sais que vous nous matez, ha ha
Je sais que vous me matez, yo yo

Qui veut The Source, E a 65 micros
Donc je suppose, j'ai des trucs que les enfoirés aiment
Certains rappeurs, choisissent d'être désobéissants
Les crétins, améliorent vos compétences d'intermédiaire
Je suis suave avec ça, je joue avec mes rimes
Je coupe le style, et mixe avec le DJ

Thématique Suprématie et style de vie extravagant

Style Hip-hop

Keywords Extravagance, Suprématie

Entités normées Erick Sermon, Keith Murray, Redman