Checkin

[Intro] And we just checkin in the party For the same bitches 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 bitches 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 bitches checkin for us When the Cris done poppin, nigga You gonna be shit 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 nigga Running up on us Is less likely than Spike Lee catching the bus And my nigga Muchi got the bangers there's nothing left to discuss And if that bitch don't fit, then I bet she'll adjust Soon as you see a live nigga 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 nigga 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, nigga [Hook] [Verse 2: Shorty K] A cool dude, running bitches, no shoes These hoes choose, the new bitch 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 ass niggas get you some cardboard Cause he ball hard, swag [Hook]