Checkin lyrics

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

[Hook]