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I Checks My Bank - Sir Mix-A-Lot



     
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I'm peelin' off domes with a baseball bat
Forty-four Magnum, choice of gat
Mercury tip fillin' up my clip, I can shoot him
In the dome or I can get him in the hipBut boom, look at all the niggaz runnin' out the room
Just another soldier, causin' doom, no, I don't bang
But I like to wound my enemy, who is the enemy?
I'm glad you asked any motherfucker standin' in my pathGot a Bentley Turbo, now you wanna jack
But remember, Mack Daddy is strapped
And when your platinum niggaz start dissin'
Record companies think you're missin'But I'm back, I'm back
I'm back and I got a bigger gat
Now the positive rhymes is on
And I'm positively hittin' that domeYou might want mine but you can't get mine
Rather put a hot nine right up in your behind
I'm not the nigga that you wanna recoup
And I don't wear a Giorgio suitBut I'm down for my business so please don't step
You heard about my law firm's rep, I check my bankCash money, cash, cash money
Boom, here I am, rich, checkin' my bank

Cash money, cash, cash money
Boom, here I am, rich, ahh I checks my bankCash money, cash, cash money
Boom, here I am, rich, straight checkin' my bank
Cash money, cash, cash, cash, cash, cash moneyIn the magazine I look like a dope, man
'Cause I'm paid and I'm suckin' up to no man
And in the rap game, I gets no respect
'Cause I'm checkin' more bank than the heat checkYeah, I'm a pimp and my hoe is the system
Uncle Sam might think I just dissed him
But nah, I'm just pumpin' straight facts
You either be a mack or you get mackedSome of the jealous wanna roll on the boss
But this HK's keepin' 'em tossed
'Cause I duck them deuce, deuce treys
At point blank range, attitudes get changedI'm about making these dividends
And every motherfucker ain't my friend
And I check my back when I count my snaps
And niggaz that snatch get slappedGirls wanna roll, that's cool
But I'm not to be played that fool
Some niggaz think a brother with money is slippin'
But I've be down, so quit trippin'My goal to increase the size of this bank
I hold and bring up the brothers whose down
To roll and keep all the shit under my control
That's how I'm livin', I check my bankCash money, cash, cash money
Boom, here I am, rich, checkin' my bank
Cash money, cash, cash money
Boom, here I am, rich, ahh I checks my bankCash money, cash, cash money
Boom, here I am, rich, straight checkin' my bank
Cash money, cash, cash, cash, cash, cash moneyCash money, cash, cash money
Clockin' more dollars than Chase Manhattan
Cash money, cash, cash money
Clockin' more dollars than Chase ManhattanI check my bank, come on punish
Cash moneyA word to the cops, I can't be stopped
A word to my enemies, I don't drop props
A word to the Klan, I don't pick crops
You can run up with your whip
But you'll just run up and get poppedA word to the Tipper, rap won't fall
A word to the bourgeoisie, fuck all y'all
A word to Apartheid, you 'bouts to fall
You can kill a couple brothers but you'll never get us allStraight laced game's what I'm poppin' at the new jacks
Mack Daddy, niggaz like to snatch fat sacks
I used to be nice with my rhymes and now I drop dimes
What's the time?It's time to get paid in the nine-two G
Recession never stopped a nigga like me
I'm breakin' no laws but I'm livin' on edge
Puttin' CEO's to bedBusiness straight yankin' in dead presidents
It's like sellin' dope, but the money ain't bent
The game is stiff, but I'ma get mine
My set is a dollar sign, I check my bankYup, checkin' my bank, fool, ha, ha
Yup, I check my bank, shit
Straight checkin' my bank
Come on, punish, punish 'em, punish 'emShow these DJ's what time it is
Punish peace out y'all, and I'm checkin' my bank
I checks my bank, I checks my bank, straight paid clown
Checkin' my bank, I checks my bank

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Born Anthony Ray in Seattle on August 12, 1963, Sir Mix-a-Lot is the champion of north-west-coast hip hop. Where there was previously no scene, he created it with fun, bass heavy tracks that got your booty shakin'. Indeed, booty shakin was the intention - Mix-a-lot's career track was "Baby Got Back" a groovy cut about thick booty that topped bill board charts and signalled the high point of his career. Notable favorites; "Posse On Broadway" (rapping about a street in Seattle, not NY) - his first hit with some MTV air play. "Testerossa" a comparison of his lyrical power to the cars horsepower & "Swap Meet Louie" a comical look at conterfeit goods (Louis Vuitton) being sold at swap meets and night markets. Mix-a-lot created his own label and worked his songs from the ground up. He never achieved the same popularity, but his songs remain fun and bring us back to the late 80s and early 90s with beat-boxing and old-school scratching.

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