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I Checks My Bank - Sir Mix-A-Lot
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 motherf**ker 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
I'm back
I'm back and I got a bigger gat
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 ni**a
That you wanna recoup no
And I don't wear a Giorgio suit no
But I'm down for my business
So please don't step
You heard about my lawfirm's rep
I check my bank
Straight checkin my bank
I check my bank
Checkin my bank
In the magazine
I look like a d**e 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
Attitudes get changed
I'm about making these dividends
And every motherf**ker 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 sh*t
Under my control
That's how I'm livin I check my bank
I check my bank
I check my bank
C'mon Punish
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 f**k all y'all
A word to Apartheid you bouts to fall
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
"What's the time "
It's time to get paid in the nine-two G
Recession never stopped a ni**a 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 d**e
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
I checks my bank
I checks my bank
Straight checkin my bank
C'mon Punish
And I'm checks my bank