Check It Out

Flippin' the script, page one

We got the real McCoy's in the house

The big kids callin' all the shots

So here's the resume for the day, check it

It's time to turn the page

So check it out y'all, check it, check it out

Check it out y'all, check it, check it out

Check it out y'all, check it, check it out

Check it out y'all, check it, check it out

Well here's some reel type shit, Grand Puba with the singer

Give thumbs up 'cause I'm glad I could bring her

Honey clear your throat, yeah, yeah the shit sound dope

Well, here goes the skit, it's the kick a rhyme zing

To the beat shit that you wanna get wit

Brothers try to copy but they just can't get it down right

This is how we move it tonight

So honey is you ready? Yes I'm ready

So, kick the flavor, get the loot, and let's be jetti

Aiyyo, check it

Well, I'll be damned if I do, damned if I don't

It's time to kick the flavor on the reel you think I won't?

And you know I come to kick the flavor too

Well, that's true, now how we do?

I gets busy, aiyyo, hon me too and that's nothin'

'Cause that's the way we do, so get ready

Because you know the deal and what's the real thing, yeah, yeah, yeah

So let's get down, get down with honey from uptown

When I'm done with this I'll be around like James Brown

Ain't no thing, honey just sing, you know I and you

Yeah, we got it goin' on, we got it goin' on

We got it goin on, we got it goin' on

So check it out y'all, check it, check it out

Check it out y'all, check it, check it out

Check it out y'all, check it, check it out

Check it out y'all, check it, check it out

You know, you know, I know, Puba knows how to flow

So bear witness to the Grand Puba slickness

Better get your medication 'cause it spreads on the quickness

Take notes to what's goin' on

Aiyyo, Grand Puba and Mary won't steer you wrong

Hon it's just that shit, let's get it on and on and on, and on and on

Aiyyo, some try to flow but they just can't do it

But you know how that go, ain't nothin' to it

But to do it, run right through it

Those who know the time, already knew it

I drink a snapple and I wet my Adam's apple

And head straight for the center, the dope style inventor

Quick to make a buck 'cause it's not beginner's luck

Type of shit that hits when you pump it in your truck

Not Ashford and Simpson, Ike and Tina Turner

Sonny or Cher, it's somethin' dope on your ear

So whether Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday

Thursday, Friday, Saturday, it don't make a matter

This is the type of shit to make the pockets fatter

It's simply splendid, the way that we bend it

But it's time for me to jet, so I'm a let Mary end it

You know, you know, I know

Puba knows how to flow got it goin' on

You know, you know I know you got it goin' on

You, yeah, yeah, baby, baby, baby, baby baby