Bài hát Checkmate Báo Lỗi

"Checkmate"


[Sen Dog]

Bout to mash these niggaz man

Don't come in my backyard motherfucker

Hahaha, B-Real and the DOG, motherfucker!

Ha! Yeah


Here we go y'all, that's the nigga head dog

Lunatic smokin loops, loose in your sector

Got my eye on em, on the apparatus

like a bone to a dog, yea you know I gotta have it

Anywhere you get it shit, and I'ma grab it

Turn around stares to your face and I jab it

Drop you, like one of those ill bad habits

Hunt you, like a hillbilly huntin a rabbit

Cuttin niggaz up like Muggs on the wheels

for reals, penetentiary steel

Pull heads to bed from the choke of a headlock

Fadin baldheads to perms, even dreadlocks

BWOY, rudebwoy with me style

I can get foul or wild, or just cool for a while


[Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog]


(Checkmate fool!) Hang em high

Got the live shit, bang em whenever you/he wanna try

Shoot to thrill, be at the Hill, I/we take em all

(Checkmate fool!) Wherever the pawns fall


[repeat 2X]


[B-Real]

Look look punk, every way you get shook

To the pawn, takin out the rook, off of the book

Lights get tooken, taken you for Satan

You can't breathe, no need to look up and see me

The last hope, when you mellow you call whoever

For the hype shit, you call the Hill, put it together

Runnin this game, bringin the same, raw shit

Over the hills, through the city we come equipped

to the letter, keepin your temperature down low

What I reveal, the good shit to heal all souls

Makin you roll late night, you trippin, my game's tight

To the new shit I bring, never the same hype

so PUSH THAT SHIT OFF, get up, don't let off

No matter how much blood you spit up

You could never be, fuckin with Greenthumb

The outcome's specific, you spliff it, collapsed lung

We hit hard, breakin your guard, you can't tell

when the bells ring, bustin your shell, the pawn fell


[Chorus]


(Peek-a-Boo, you fuck you!)


[Sen Dog]

I'ma freak that funk yea slam it in the trunk

I'ma kill all junk with the suicide clunk

Ain't nobody came my way, talkin bout

the Westside of L.A., so whatever

punk-ass click you claim, you keep bumpin that shit

and elevate your frame, cause I want that

big-time, asshole, studio gangsta

Worth a lot of shit, but that's not the main factor


[B-Real]

My nigga Sen's rollin again, remember when

we rocked shows, battlin foes, the time's been long

Strong with the styles, you ain't hear to win

Like blood pourin out of the pen, the ink stains

Slim chance if it gets in your brain, the hot flash

got you heated with repeated attacks over the tracks

Smack niggaz up, back niggaz up, hack niggaz up

Jack niggaz up, hangin the wack niggaz up

Snowball effect, we rollin the city limits

Crushin the bitch-ass niggaz with all the gimmicks


[Chorus]


[Sen Dog]

Checkmate fool!