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e-40 - check that bitch lyrics

[verse 1]
[too $hort]
it’s never too late to learn the game
don’t call me trying to earn the name
if you don’t want sh-t
trying to take up for that punk b-tch
you h-lla square…i don’t f-ck with it
all you gotta do is tell her how you feel
just be honest, it ain’t hard being real
if she f-cking with the next man, you gon’ be her ex man
and don’t let me catch you stressin’

[e-40]
stressin’, let me give they -ss a lesson, $hort
some of these so-called players being acting like a dork
they get behind closed doors, they poodle up
let they b-tch treat ‘em like a mutt
there’s rules and regulations in the book of mackin’
if she ain’t your main broad you can’t be a captain
and even if she is, she better show you ‘speck
just in case, always have another b-tch on deck
b–tch!

[chorus]
folding this paper, getting my grip
n-gg-, i’m a player, n-gg-, i’m a pimp
don’t holla at me, these hoes is a trip
don’t try to check me, you better check that b-tch
check that b-tch, check that b-tch
check that b-tch, check that b-tch
check that b-tch, check that b-tch
check that b-tch, check that b-tch
n-gg-
[verse 2]
[e-40]
folding this paper, getting my grip
i came in the game already laced and equipped
got the game from the g’s, the hustlers and the pimps
if it don’t make dollars, it don’t make sense (uh!)
i ain’t never been a square even though i drive a box
had a couple warrants so i cut my dreadlocks
tweeters, horns, woofers, 40 and them is what i knock
slide down the block, life savings in my socks

[too $hort]
the homie got k!lled
the other n-gg- went to jail
all behind a female
he about to do life, he about to have a funeral
and n-body wins
ain’t no game like a low budget pimp
shoulda put a checkmark on her forehead
stop simpin’ and tell her what $hort said

[verse 3]
[too $hort]
i don’t know what you drinking
must be drunk, what the f-ck you thinking?
a real player, that’s all i wanna be
you mad ‘cause you heard she was all up under me?
now you wanna text my phone like a b-tch
you need to quit, with that little girl sh-t
you better check her, so you can live your life, mayne
is that your real b-tch or your side thang?

[e-40]
todd, i seen this main one in the club last night
her and a couple of friends dressed in all white
like some virgins, acting h-lla proper
like they’ve never been touched, drinking h-lla vodka
pants h-lla tight, grown
coochie bite, camel toe, on
wrecked, ready to get gone
you know why? ‘cause he ain’t never home
b–tch!

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