Artist: Cypress Hill

Album: Cypress Hill IV

Song: Checkmate

Author: dj.flash@pobox.com



[Sen Dog]

Bout to mash these niggaz man

Don't come in my backyard motherfucker

Hahaha, B-Real and the DOG, motherfucker!

Ha! Yeah



Here we go y'all, that's the nigga head dog

Lunatic smokin loops, loose in your sector

Got my eye on em, on the apparatus

like a bone to a dog, yea you know I gotta have it

Anywhere you get it shit, and I'ma grab it

Turn around stares to your face and I jab it

Drop you, like one of those ill bad habits

Hunt you, like a hillbilly huntin a rabbit

Cuttin niggaz up like Muggs on the wheels

for reals, penetentiary steel

Pull heads to bed from the choke of a headlock

Fadin baldheads to perms, even dreadlocks

BWOY, rudebwoy with me style

I can get foul or wild, or just cool for a while



Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog



(Checkmate fool!) Hang em high

Got the live shit, bang em whenever youhe wanna try

Shoot to thrill, be at the Hill, Iwe take em all

(Checkmate fool!) Wherever the pawns fall



* repeat 2X *



[B-Real]

Look look punk, every way you get shook

To the pawn, takin out the rook, off of the book

Lights get tooken, taken you for Satan

You can't breathe, no need to look up and see me

The last hope, when you mellow you call whoever

For the hype shit, you call the Hill, put it together

Runnin this game, bringin the same, raw shit

Over the hills, through the city we come equipped

to the letter, keepin your temperature down low

What I reveal, the good shit to heal all souls

Makin you roll late night, you trippin, my game's tight

To the new shit I bring, never the same hype

so PUSH THAT SHIT OFF, get up, donc