Текст, перевод и аккорды “Mic Check”
- I've been payin' attention to what's goin on out there, man Niggaz stealin my ways and shit And it's gettin out of control now (Out of control) I'ma tell you dudes just like I tell my women (listen) Don't watch me, watch TV This is Pay-Per-View, nigga, you gotta for this [Verse One] First, let me take time to brush my shoulders off (wait!) (*sweeping noise*) I had to dust my shoulders off Fact I been waitin impatient and anxious Now I'm here for bring back Dip to greatness (yes!) The rap Ali, jab I weave Then come back with the same jab times three I blow smoke to the heaven, I'm so dope it's a weapon Rap's one big casino, I'm plottin Ocean Eleven (hey!) I might sold the least, but I still managed to be most feared my most MCs (good) Who dope as me? Who close to me? For sure, papi, nobody, yeah, that's how it's s'pose to be Now listen, you can either comprehend it or compliment it It's all authentic (yep) But you better believe whatever I say No homo, you can bet your balls I make it (hey!) [Chorus] Mic Check 1,2 1,2 (1,2) Mic Check 1,2 1,2 (1,2) Mic Check 1 what is this? Santana's back to business, let's go (repeat) [Verse 2] Bad news, rap dudes, I'm back fools Get a corner, this is that jack move Ha-choo, I just sneeze and the track moves God blessed me, yes, that's true So bright, throw lights up on me For life, married the game, throw rice up on me (yes!) So nice, throw ice up on me (yes!) Two pieces for BIG and one piece for the key (yes!) I am back like cook crack, yep Even my connect asks me how I cook that up I told him a brick of me is equivalent to 50 keys Broken down, sold around the inner city streets (wow!) If you catch me sexin a chick, it's a bisexual chick Or something foreign I'll never forget Yes I'm the shit, gentleman shit How much? Lay it down, however much you bet I gotta come with [Chorus] [Verse 3] Shit homey, quick homey (quick) Get a camera, get a flick (yes!), get a load of this, homey The fifth's on me, say something the fifth's off me Aimed, ready to bust, damn the fifth's horny The album's gunnin which mean the album's comin Last time around I fucked, this time around I'm frontin I done styled and stunted, I done wild in public I done paid my dues, did my hundred miles and runnin Now I'm back (hey!) like raw cocaine Put it in a pot with water and soda then thrown on flames And look what came out was me (yes!) Crack in flesh, as best So hot, won't stop, don't knock me Don't stop, don't watch, don't copy Stones, rocks, rolls, blocks so cocky Hos watch, hos jock Go papi! [Chorus]
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