Tom Coyne - Check Ya Self lyrics

[Ant Banks] Now come and take the realness f**in' these funky hoes will make you feel this Drippin' sensation stickin' your ace in the wrong place And you'll be a** out dickless, pa**in' out when you get this AIDS sh** in your grave, ditch will be dug with a quickness So this is the phase of the days when I grew up Reminiscin' and trippin' off all them hoes I done f**ed But it's all good and plenty, I just can't count how many trampy hoes I done did it to Licked it, did it, split it too But sh** is cool makin' the thrilla of Manilla Scoop up the scrilla boy that cuchi be a k**a You can feel a order up with a nut and then bounce And have that a** comin' up shorter than a f**in' quarter ounce [Gangsta P] Let's get toe down off some X-O, puffin' on the cripto Bent corner eyers up on her, super bad low down dirty shame No need to know your age, b**h, what's your name? Said her name was Tammy, lived with her granny All I'm thinkin' about is gettin' in her panties Got the digits, called her later on that night At a two dome s**, flossin' big elex co*ked the roof back, b**h, blaze the sack Reached the destination, no hesitation Out of my clothes in the guts about to nut No protection, after two hours hopped out the shower Dressed in Eddie Bauer, livin' like a true playas should Six years later: test positive cause the ho was no good [Hook] If you wanna get your groove on, come and do a little somethin' with me If you wanna get your groove on, let's wrap it up before we f** If you wanna get your groove on, come and do a little somethin' with me If you wanna get your groove on, let's wrap it up before we f** [Celly Cel] A-I-D crooked letter Mothaf**as better strap up when they come together It's a top notch so you ain't thinkin' Got your battlefields sinkin', caught late night full of weed, drinkin' Got ya creepin' in the unknown Steered you wrong even if you get your head blown, fool, you still gone Switch up your tactics: f** with prophylaxis It ain't about that raw dickin' her and nuttin' on the mattress You didn't know these hoes will put the tags on your toes Don't knows crossin' up the game because she chose Listen to your homie Celly, n***a, before you hit the telly, n***a Have a box of rubbers ready, n***a [Almon D of 187-Fac] I can't lie, this whole AIDS situation got my brain drownin' in illusions Settin' n***as up for the conclusions I ain't sayin' that I'm gonna live forever Gotsta f** new, get sometime in the future Don't got no babies, what about the day when you get married I hope I'm layin' in bed with a virgin with a meal that's urgent She heard that I was livin' my lifestyle lavishly Flashbacks of f**in' her cousin in the alley Smokin' on the twamp sack that she bought the jimmy hats Three O'clock in the morning, sideways I was cuttin' the Pontiac strapped [Hook] [Den-Fenn of 187-Fac] Well, here's a serious situation that we facin' It starts off by doin' the nasty without no patience Forgettin' about the condom, usin' and abusin' the d** and methinfedamies She wanted to s** my dick head so bad she was beggin' me So I stepped to this straight b**h named Sally, Sally Threw my slugs at a scallywag at a club in the valley Leather trench, all hair down to her shoulders and back Some Guess jeans all deep down and her p**y read fat To be exact one of my n***as pulled my coat tail And told me that the b**h was hectic: A-I to the D-S infected [G-Nut of 187-Fac] Mothaf**as be runnin' up in this b**h without no prophylactics Filthy tactics, may as well pull the strap to your head and blast it Suicidal decisions, livin' your life on the edge slippin' With one foot off in the grave and the other one on a banana peelin' But I ain't trippin', red ribbons on my chest No chemotherapy treatments needed cause I'm a make it stretch To my climax, strapped all over my dick And when I digs I blow they mind back and then I grab my sh** [Hook] [Spice 1] Some of you n***as can't even say condoms Some n***as be talkin' about conderves or condos, straight raw dickin' hoes You don't know that ho, man, that b**h can't be trusted Better be strapped with about four condoms if you plan on keeping your life You're gonna be feelin' kinda f**ed up and faulty When you rappin' up on that stage and your dick fall off into the audience Silent but deadly way of murder, it's mighty sick Gotta have a bullet proof vest for your dick Seventeen with the fat hydraulics See, us west coast n***as is the most psychotic Hittin' switches in my old school with four, f** three pumps My homie said that b**h had more pizzazz than "P" funk I'm peepin' in the b**h out at the ho spot Tryin' to throw that virus to my homie Betta watch these b**hes cause they're fake and phony [Hook]