Check It Out - Grand Puba, Mary J. Blige

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

Uh-huh, it’s time to turn the page

So check it out y’all, check it check it out (check it out)

Check it out y’all, check it check it out (check it out)

Check it out y’all, check it check it out (check it out)

Check it out y’all, check it check it out (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 Oooooh-hooooo-yeahhh!

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 (uh-huh)

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 ahhhiiii-I, and youuuuuuu

Uhh, yeah, we got it goin on (got it goin on)

We got it goin on (got it goin on)

We got it goin on (got it goin on)

You got it goin on

So check it out y’all, check it check it out (check it out!)

Check it out y’all, check it check it out (check it out!)

Check it out y’all, check it check it out (check it out!)

Check it out y’all, check it check it out (check it out!)

Uh!

You know, you know I know (uh-huh)

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, huh, 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’ma 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-owowwwwwwww (you got it goin on)

You-eheheweeeeeee (uh) * Mary starts crooning *

Yeah yeah

«Oooh, baby yeah.»

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