Текст (слова) песни: Cypress Hill - Checkmate

[Sen Dog]
Bout to mash these niggaz man
Don`t come in my backyard motherfucker
Hahaha, B-Real and the DOG, motherfucker!
Ha! Yeah

Here we go y`all, that`s the nigga head dog
Lunatic smokin loops, loose in your sector
Got my eye on em, on the apparatus
like a bone to a dog, yea you know I gotta have it
Anywhere you get it shit, and I`ma grab it
Turn around stares to your face and I jab it
Drop you, like one of those ill bad habits
Hunt you, like a hillbilly huntin a rabbit
Cuttin niggaz up like Muggs on the wheels
for reals, penetentiary steel
Pull heads to bed from the choke of a headlock
Fadin baldheads to perms, even dreadlocks
BWOY, rudebwoy with me style
I can get foul or wild, or just cool for a while

Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog

(Checkmate fool!) Hang em high
Got the live shit, bang em whenever you/he wanna try
Shoot to thrill, be at the Hill, I/we take em all
(Checkmate fool!) Wherever the pawns fall

* repeat 2X *

[B-Real]
Look look punk, every way you get shook
To the pawn, takin out the rook, off of the book
Lights get tooken, taken you for Satan
You can`t breathe, no need to look up and see me
The last hope, when you mellow you call whoever
For the hype shit, you call the Hill, put it together
Runnin this game, bringin the same, raw shit
Over the hills, through the city we come equipped
to the letter, keepin your temperature down low
What I reveal, the good shit to heal all souls
Makin you roll late night, you trippin, my game`s tight
To the new shit I bring, never the same hype
so PUSH THAT SHIT OFF, get up, don`t let off
No matter how much blood you spit up
You could never be, fuckin with Greenthumb
The outcome`s specific, you spliff it, collapsed lung
We hit hard, breakin your guard, you can`t tell
when the bells ring, bustin your shell, the pawn fell

Chorus

(Peek-a-Boo, you fuck you!)

[Sen Dog]
I`ma freak that funk yea slam it in the trunk
I`ma kill all junk with the suicide clunk
Ain`t nobody came my way, talkin bout
the Westside of L.A., so whatever
punk-ass click you claim, you keep bumpin that shit
and elevate your frame, cause I want that
big-time, asshole, studio gangsta
Worth a lot of shit, but that`s not the main factor

[B-Real]
My nigga Sen`s rollin again, remember when
we rocked shows, battlin foes, the time`s been long
Strong with the styles, you ain`t hear to win
Like blood pourin out of the pen, the ink stains
Slim chance if it gets in your brain, the hot flash
got you heated with repeated attacks over the tracks
Smack niggaz up, back niggaz up, hack niggaz up
Jack niggaz up, hangin the wack niggaz up
Snowball effect, we rollin the city limits
Crushin the bitch-ass niggaz with all the gimmicks

Chorus

[Sen Dog]
Checkmate fool!

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» Cypress Hill - Till Death Do Us Part
» Cypress Hill - Intellectual Dons
» Cypress Hill - Tequila Sunrise
» Cypress Hill - Born to Get Busy
» Cypress Hill - Born to Get Busy
» Cypress Hill - Steel Magnolia
» Cypress Hill - When the Ship Goes Down (Diamond D Remix
» Cypress Hill - Tu No Ajaunta (Checkmate)
» Cypress Hill - Prelude To A Come Up
» Cypress Hill - III (Temples of Boom)
» Cypress Hill - What Go Around Come Around
» Cypress Hill - Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk (Remix)


Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Cypress Hill - Checkmate [Sen Dog] Bout to mash these niggaz man Don`t come in my backyard motherfucker Hahaha, B-Real and the DOG, motherfucker! Ha! Yeah Here we go y`all, that`s the nigga head dog Lunatic smokin loops, loose in your sector Got my eye on em, on the apparatus like a bone to a dog, yea you know I gotta have it Anywhere you get it shit, and I`ma grab it Turn around stares to your face and I jab it Drop you, like one of those ill bad habits Hunt you, like a hillbilly huntin a rabbit Cuttin niggaz up like Muggs on the wheels for reals, penetentiary steel Pull heads to bed from the choke of a headlock Fadin baldheads to perms, even dreadlocks BWOY, rudebwoy with me style I can get foul or wild, or just cool for a while Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog (Checkmate fool!) Hang em high Got the live shit, bang em whenever you/he wanna try Shoot to thrill, be at the Hill, I/we take em all (Checkmate fool!) Wherever the pawns fall * repeat 2X * [B-Real] Look look punk, every way you get shook To the pawn, takin out the rook, off of the book Lights get tooken, taken you for Satan You can`t breathe, no need to look up and see me The last hope, when you mellow you call whoever For the hype shit, you call the Hill, put it together Runnin this game, bringin the same, raw shit Over the hills, through the city we come equipped to the letter, keepin your temperature down low What I reveal, the good shit to heal all souls Makin you roll late night, you trippin, my game`s tight To the new shit I bring, never the same hype so PUSH THAT SHIT OFF, get up, don`t let off No matter how much blood you spit up You could never be, fuckin with Greenthumb The outcome`s specific, you spliff it, collapsed lung We hit hard, breakin your guard, you can`t tell when the bells ring, bustin your shell, the pawn fell Chorus (Peek-a-Boo, you fuck you!) [Sen Dog] I`ma freak that funk yea slam it in the trunk I`ma kill all junk with the suicide clunk Ain`t nobody came my way, talkin bout the Westside of L.A., so whatever punk-ass click you claim, you keep bumpin that shit and elevate your frame, cause I want that big-time, asshole, studio gangsta Worth a lot of shit, but that`s not the main factor [B-Real] My nigga Sen`s rollin again, remember when we rocked shows, battlin foes, the time`s been long Strong with the styles, you ain`t hear to win Like blood pourin out of the pen, the ink stains Slim chance if it gets in your brain, the hot flash got you heated with repeated attacks over the tracks Smack niggaz up, back niggaz up, hack niggaz up Jack niggaz up, hangin the wack niggaz up Snowball effect, we rollin the city limits Crushin the bitch-ass niggaz with all the gimmicks Chorus [Sen Dog] Checkmate fool! Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Checkmate: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/102/1/5694.html Все тексты песен: Cypress Hill » Cypress Hill - Audio X » Cypress Hill - Latin Lingo » Cypress Hill - Illusions » Cypress Hill - No Entiendes La Onda (How I Could Just Kill a Man) » Cypress Hill - Tequila Sunrise (Radio Edit) » Cypress Hill - Locotes » Cypress Hill - Hits From the Bong » Cypress Hill - High Times » Cypress Hill - Till Death Do Us Part » Cypress Hill - Intellectual Dons » Cypress Hill - Tequila Sunrise » Cypress Hill - Born to Get Busy » Cypress Hill - Born to Get Busy » Cypress Hill - Steel Magnolia » Cypress Hill - When the Ship Goes Down (Diamond D Remix » Cypress Hill - Tu No Ajaunta (Checkmate) » Cypress Hill - Prelude To A Come Up » Cypress Hill - III (Temples of Boom) » Cypress Hill - What Go Around Come Around » Cypress Hill - Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk (Remix) Рекомендуем скачать: » Григорий Дикштейн - Камыши » Геннадий Жуков - Строка » Григорий Дикштейн - Папаша Крик (Из цикла Одесские рассказы) » Григорий Дикштейн - Клеопатра » Георгий Васильев - Дурь » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Про любовь » Григорий Данской - Моцарт-минор » Геннадий Васильев - Город грабит село... » Гиви Чрелашвили, Михаил Щербаков - Михаилу Щербакову » Григорий Данской - Когда-нибудь » Григорий Данской - Письма » Геннадий Перевалов - Мистер Блюз » Голубые береты - Нам с тобою, братан » Геннадий Жуков - Все мельче, все меньше... Замасленный гриф... » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Бери шинель » Глюк`oza - Моя любовь » Гарик Кричевский - Номенклатурная дача » Гарин Юрий - Северо-восток » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Родина » Григорий Дикштейн - Укатали сивку...
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