Who Gonna Check Me Boo - Rah Digga

Hey Boo, who gonna check me

Ya thought yo all had the … did you?

Yeah, oh, study fortunate throttle to … so I got the Louie machina so I could

smuggle the bottle

About the war, brick city, see the streets respecter

Police on electro, I keeps the extra, the Gucci fleece sweaters, all our reeks …

The same… bitch now I speak better

More than lace and tracks I … dust it

Nothing less than crack we riding us touch it

Our box cut it, watch the blocks bust it

I got them shit bubbling like shots in your bottom

Little more than a problem, Nostradamo

Never on schedule always good timing

I’m right back on it, I’m right back on it

Ain’t even gotta try just suck my ball with

The blink of an eye now the streets are zone us

And do the damn thang till I’m open in shortness, come on

Who’s gonna check me boo, not you

Who’s gonna check me boo, not you

Who’s gonna check me boo, not you

Who’s gonna check me boo, not you

Got a whole lot of flack and … you

People still, digga digga, now what’s left to prove

Spitting properly, ever since… and foxy, copy, tip and socky

Shrimp and … I turn the hippie when I hit that sticky

Worse than cake, I transform like whip whinkley

All these chicks geeks and less than 6 weeks

I shot all down like tell the … bitch, shut up bitch

Dipping off chain poses, switch seats, back on the stage, might let that bitch

speak

Singin all of their hook like swiss beats, freeze

Who’s gonna check me boo, not you

Who’s gonna check me boo, not you

Who’s gonna check me boo, not you

Who’s gonna check me boo, not you

If I was you I wouldn’t try no papers, never know what’s next your name come up

on that paper

Get assassinated, lyrically lacerated, to men this is exasperating

Got a classic waiting, let’s go, trimming jay to vay … follow way to the ga

Drive me in the streets watch… to a …

Thing I’m gonna scorch … you … is replay

Go DJ, and I’ma spit it all, I bring the pain you can’t … windows in a raw

An old friend’s a … real suspect ya, I ain’t sharing no… I might just … this

Did you expect it to get this … I even spit backwards like the bitch dyslexic

Me address … next hip hop’s back …

Last chick try to flex that ass got checked, let’s go

Who’s gonna check me boo, not you

Who’s gonna check me boo, not you

Who’s gonna check me boo, not you

Who’s gonna check me boo