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B.G. Checkmate Ah Ha [b.g.] Ah ha, look You'll never see me hangin' from no tree You would see me hoppin' out a new bentley You'll never catch me broke on my ass You would catch me gettin' head in a jag Won't see me jockin' a hoodrat ho Would see me browsin' on a benz show floor Never no more see me on a block with rocks Stuffed in my 'bauds: see two plastic glocks You won't see me with this ride i rented or stole Only when i'm in it if it's a two-triple-o That's the new life for lil' b.g. Bubbles and hummers, burbans with tv's Beamers and 'lacs, bikes, tahoe's and volvo's Prowlers and pt cruisers for lo-lo's Change the paint on excursions - drop her when we swervin' Change the letter from ford to hot boy, ya heard me (hook-2x [b.g.]) Ah ha - i'm shinin', i'm blingin', i'm iced out Ah ha - so hot, hoes can't keep my name out they mouth Ah ha - i ride benz, jags, and fly jets Ah ha - gotcha wonderin' what geezy gon' do next [b.g.] You'd see me pimpin' a bentley, blunted out In a benz on my way to the line, stunted out Hoes see me comin', they runnin' out To the street to hop in the passenger seat to give me mouth You know it's very often you'd see Out in the streets, nigga flossin' like b.g. When i do it, i do it like no one else Chain fuck their vision up - got 'em hollerin' "help" So you know it gotta be nice, gotta be bright Nothin' less than ten karats 'll stop blue ice Baguettes 'round the end - all in the middle: flooded It's princess-cutted - can't do nothin' but love it That's a example for "hater, don't give me my props" Can't be 'round that type 'cause he'll baller block Fuck with me, your head missin' - the bitch gone Body alone Nigga, i'm tryin' to get my shine on (hook-2x [b.g.]) [b.g.] Neck worth twenty, wrists worth forty, ears worth ten But to me that ain't nothin' to spend Car worth eighty, inside worth 'bout thirty Can't put it on the street 'til buttons on her feet But the gear don't change: still wear ree's, still wear 'bauds Still wear t's - you know how it go Now check this out: crib plushed out, worth about a mill One on the water, one on the hill Game don't change - still hustle to maintain Ten stacks a month of bills to contain Now, i'm "bling bling slim" - you know him Keep work stashed in all four of my rims Two pearl glocks: one in my hand, one taped to the dash 'cause i gotta ride like that Stay schemin' on paper, and more paper 'cause i wanna be - gotta be - number-one bling-blinger (hook [b.g.]) Ah ha - i'm shinin', i'm blingin', i'm iced out Ah ha - so hot, hoes can't keep my name out they mouth Ah ha - i ride benz, jags, and fly jets Ah ha - gotcha wonderin' what geezy gon' do next Ah ha - i'm shinin', i'm blingin', i'm iced out Ah ha - so hot, hoes can't keep my name out they mouth Ah ha - i ride benz, jags, and fly jets Ah ha - gotcha wonderin' what geezy gon' do next Ah ha - i'm shinin', i'm blingin', i'm iced out Ah ha - so hot, hoes can't keep my name out they mouth Ah ha - i ride benz, jags, and fly jets Ah ha - gotcha wonderin' what geezy gon' do next Ah ha - i'm shinin', i'm blingin', i'm iced out Ah ha - so hot, hoes can't keep my name out they mouth Ah ha - i ride benz, jags, and timed vettes Uh-oh - gotcha wonderin' what geezy gon' do next [b.g.] Ah ha, ah ha Ah ha Ah ha, ah ha - didn't expect that (uh-uh) Ah ha, ah ha - got your mind right (get it right and keep it right) Nigga (what?) What's up? ( what's up?) |
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