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schoolboy q - check 2-1-2 lyrics

[intro]
alright, c’mon, yeah, yo
yo, dave, drop that sh-t, my n-gga

[hook]
check 2-1-2
who rock the motherf-ckin’ microphone better than q?
yeah, uh, check 2-1-2
who rock the motherf-ckin’ microphone better than q?
yeah, uh, check 2-1-2
who rock the motherf-ckin’ microphone?

[verse 1]
uh, back to the boogie, boogie to the bang
bang to the rhythm, rhythm to the slang
slang to the booth, booth to the truth
spittin’ all these words for the wise and the youth
youth to the majors, them to the lasers
beams to the cream, crack rock to the fiends
fiends to the jails, jails to the tails
all of your dreams that you thought it had failed
called you by surprise, now the devil in your eyes
devil in your pie, see a coochee, hit the broad
stupid that you feelin’ to live in the crack dealin’
look at the ceilin’, stuck in prison, the walls peelin’
hatin’ every day in your life, knew wrong from right
don’t despite, now you payin’ the price
a n-gga at your home layin’ the pipe, your wife livin’ a life
son fell in school, punked in a fight
i keep it real with you, say, i give you a real scripture
money over b-tches cause b-tches, they will hit you
movin’ at a good pace, never lose a race
providin’ for your family, keepin’ food on the plate
your money flows, doin’ good, stay on your toes
sell out your rolls, f-ck it, let the music control
and take over, it ain’t cool to be a street soldier
just somethin’ to think about, sh-t, now i’m out

[hook]
uh, yeah, check 2-1-2
who rock the motherf-ckin’ microphone better than q?
yeah, uh, check 2-1-2
who rock the motherf-ckin’ microphone better than q?
yeah, uh, check 2-1-2
who rock the motherf-ckin’ microphone better than q?
yeah, uh, check 2-1-2
who rock the motherf-ckin’ microphone?

[verse 2]
uh, ayo, word on the street, g.e.d. ain’t got spitters
like i ain’t one of l.a.’s known crack dealers
known cap-peeler, might be the pipe sh-t
the beat beat a price, yo, i guess i’ll be the light
born to the flame, dived into ‘cane
distributed cats to heat, distributed cats defeat
the corner like peripheral, sneakin’ like i tippy-toe
everythin’ i write up in my verses, yeah, they fit me though
’80s with the ’90s flow
mixin’ with the gangsta and the soul, i got it under control
hip-hop is mine, i’m throwin’ you n-ggas signs
i’m makin’ you step your game up
lyrically, see, i came up from nothin’
my back turned from frontin’, all about my fetti
stayin’ sharper than machete, eatin’ rappers like spaghetti
who can f-ck with me? that young nip, 50
that bill crispy, the benjamin
these n-ggas softer than a cinnamon roll
as i compose, my body arose up from the dead
every since nas dropped that one album
put his flow over my corpse, i came up with a torch
hit the studio and comin’ with force, yep, kaboom
guess who stepped in the room?
n-gga been a nut since i shot in the womb
i blow like balloon, thank you guys for some of your time
top five, n-gga, dead or alive, q

- schoolboy q lyrics

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