Chin Check - N.W.A

I’m right here nigga

Release the hound

Bow wow wow

I’m a nigga wit an attitude thanks to y’all

And I don’t give a fuck I keep it gangsta y’all

I’mma ride for my side in the C.P.T

God bless the memory of Eazy-E

If it wasn’t for me where the fuck you’d be

Rapping like the Treacherous Three, fucking cowards

I’d have seen Dre rocking parties for hours

And I’d have seen Ren fucking bitches from Howard

And I’d have seen Snoop give away Eddie Bauer’s

So fuck Jerry Heller and the white superpowers

This the shit niggas kill for

They hear the villain niggas spitting with them nigga flows

Fuck you hoes, fuck you bitch-ass niggas too

Got something for you broke

These niggas wearing skirts like the pope

Who them niggas that you love to get

Who them niggas that you fuckin' with

Love to yell that we the shit

The saga continues with the world’s most dangerous group

Four deep in the Coupe

I’mma smoke where I wanna smoke, fuck that

I’mma choke who I wanna choke, fuck that

I’mma ride where I wanna ride, fuck that

Cause I’mma nigga for life, so I’mma nigga til I diz-ie

I’mma smoke where I wanna smoke, fuck that

I’mma choke who I wanna choke, fuck that

I’mma ride where I wanna ride, fuck that

Cause I’mma nigga for life, so I’mma nigga til I diz-ie

A pencil, a pen, or a Glock

I’m the original, subliminal, subterranean

Titanium, criminal minded, swift

D-R-E with that fuck a bitch shit

A couple of notes and get you hog-tied in rope

Dope like tons of coke, cut-throat

You don’t want the pistols to whistle

Candy paint Impala

I make hoes pop collars

God damn hoes, here we go again

Fucking with Ren, playing to win

He got the Coke and Hen — I got the juice and gin

Same shit you was fucking with way back then

We keep it cracking from the acting to the jacking

G’ed up C’ed up motherfucker blaze the weed up

We all on deck fool so put your heat up

I stay on deck so me don’t get wet

Look my nigga, we can scatter like buckshots

Let’s get together, make a record, why the fuck not

Why the fuck not

Why the fuck not

Why the fuck not

Cause I’m tight as the night

I had to wipe activator off the mic, in 1985

Real niggas, biatch, you know, ha hah

We cause tragedy, erratically

Systematically in your house without a key

How fucked up that’d be

Gat’ll be near your anatomy, my form of flattery

Assault and battery, cause we coming with that street mentality

Straight west coast rider academy

Concrete nigga, that’s my reality

We tend to bust on niggas that get mad at me

Was it a bitch in the mix

Well it had to be

Lying tricks told them dicks I had a key

Hoes make the world harder than it have to be

I’mma smoke where I wanna smoke, fuck that

I’mma choke who I wanna choke, fuck that

I’mma ride where I wanna ride, fuck that

Cause I’mma nigga for life, so I’mma nigga til I diz-ie

I’mma smoke where I wanna smoke, fuck that

I’mma choke who I wanna choke, fuck that

I’mma ride where I wanna ride, fuck that

Cause I’mma nigga for life, so I’mma muthafuckin nigga til I diz-ie