Sir Michael Rocks - Checkin lyrics

[Intro] And we just checkin in the party For the same b**hes checkin for us And when the Cris done poppin We gonna try to fit them all in the truck [Hook] And we just checkin in the party For the same b**hes checkin for us And when the Cris done poppin We gonna try to fit them all in the truck And if you checkin for the party With the same b**hes checkin for us When the Cris done poppin, n***a You gonna be sh** out of luck [Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks] So mama fine, hit me with the grind She the kind that you would be buying everything for She always had a man, never ever single But now she by herself with her friends And they dancing, the chances of a n***a Running up on us Is less likely than Spike Lee catching the bus And my n***a Muchi got the bangers there's nothing left to discuss And if that b**h don't fit, then I bet she'll adjust Soon as you see a live n***a We getting drunk and bustin down Porsche gears shifted throw up signs and all the pictures Cause the TPC: toothpick click president Official you wanna sign up, I can enlist you It's the life, plenty buckets full of ice, skinny n***a Full of Cris, full of kush for the night You gonna be mine baby and love crazy when you think about it But where would you be without it A hundred thousand, still counting it! I got that bad, n***a [Hook] [Verse 2: Shorty K] A cool dude, running b**hes, no shoes These hoes choose, the new b**h is old news I'm Keith Sweat, I'm swaggin on Keith Sweat She wet, and her girlfriend, she next I don't like her, a tat like an old biker I won't wife her, ruff ride her like a motorcycle I one-night her, I beat her but I'm no fighter I ghost ride her, she's Tina and I'm gon Ike her Bust down, you see me ho? They all on me, I need a PPO Its SK, Shorty Kory Throwing up the Ace in the 44 All gold, C-3PO, life saved, Star Ward Running through the green like lawn mowers All you bum a** n***as get you some cardboard Cause he ball hard, swag [Hook]