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Das Efx - Intro Lyrics

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Intro by Das EFX Yeah! Word is bond
Das EFX in this ya know What I'm sayin
Straight from the sewer, word is bond
Yeah! Yah! Ah-yeah! We doin this with my nigga
Where my nigga? Ice Cube in the motherf**ker
Word is bond! (Yeah!)

You better check yo self before you wreck yo self
Cos I'm bad for your health, I come real stealth
Droppin bombs on ya moms, f**k car alarms
Doin foul crime, I'm that nigga wit'cha Alpine
Sold it for a six-o, always let tricks know
And friends know, we got the indo
No I'm not a sucker, sittin in a House of Pain
And no I'm not the butler, I'll cut ya (Uh!)
Head butt ya, you say you can't touch this
And I wouldn't touch ya, in fact motherf**k ya
Here to let you know boy, oh boy
I make dough but don't call me Doughboy
This ain't no f**kin motion picture
A guy or b**ch-a, I'll get wit'cha
And hit ya, takin that yack to the neck
So you better run a check

So come on and chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
Chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
Yeah, come on and check yo self before you wreck yo self
Cause shotgun bullets are bad for your health

Mic-mic-microphone check (One, two! Check it!)

Mic-mic-microphone check (One, two! Check it!)

Tricks wanna step to Cube and then they get played
Cause they b**ch may pullin out a switchblade
That's kinda trifle, cause that's a knife-o
AK-47, assault rifle
Hold the fifty, I'm nifty, pow
I gotta new style, "Watch out now!"
I hate motherf**kers claimin that they foldin bank
But steady talkin sh*t in the holding tank
First you wanna step to me
Now your ass screamin for the deputy
They send you to Charlie-Baker-Denver row
Now they runnin up in ya slow
You're gone, used to be the Don Juan (Check that sh*t out!)
Now your name is just Twan
Switch it, snap it, rollin your eyes and neck
You better run a check

So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
Come on and check yo self before you wrickity-wreck yo self
So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
Cause big dicks up yo ass is bad for yo health

Mic-mic-microphone check (One, two! Check it!)

If you're foul, you better run a make on that license plate
You could a had a V8
Instead of a tre-eight slug to the cranium (POOOOOW!)
I got six and I'm aimin em
Will I shoot or keep you guessin
Cause f**k you and that sh*t ya stressin
b**ch, get off the wood, you're no good
There goes the neighborhood hooker (sl*t!)
Go ahead and keep your drawers
Givin up the claps and who needs applause
At a time like this, pop the coochie and ya dead
The b**ch is a Miami Hurricane hit
Sprung, niggaz call her 'Lips and Lungs'
Nappy dugout, get the f**k out
Cause women like you gets no respect
b**ch, you better run a check

Mic-mic-microphone check (One, two! Check it!)

So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
Come on and check yo self before you wrickity-wreck yo self
Cause b**ches like you is bad for my health

Mic-mic-microphone check (One, two! Check it!)

Mic-mic-microphone check (One, two! Check it!)

Mic-mic-microphone check (One, two! Check it!)