Checkmate Lyrics - Los Grandes Exitos En Español - Cypress Hill

[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 you/he wanna try 

shoot to thrill, be at the hill, i/we 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, don't let off 

no matter how much blood you spit up 

you could never be, fuckin with greenthumb 

the outcome's specific, you spliff it, collapsed lung 

we hit hard, breakin your guard, you can't tell 

when the bells ring, bustin your shell, the pawn fell 

Chorus 

(peek-a-boo, you fuck you!) 

[sen dog] 

i'ma freak that funk yea slam it in the trunk 

i'ma kill all junk with the suicide clunk 

ain't nobody came my way, talkin bout 

the westside of l.a., so whatever 

punk-ass click you claim, you keep bumpin that shit 

and elevate your frame, cause i want that 

big-time, asshole, studio gangsta 

worth a lot of shit, but that's not the main factor 

[b-real] 

my nigga sen's rollin again, remember when 

we rocked shows, battlin foes, the time's been long 

strong with the styles, you ain't hear to win 

like blood pourin out of the pen, the ink stains 

slim chance if it gets in your brain, the hot flash 

got you heated with repeated attacks over the tracks 

smack niggaz up, back niggaz up, hack niggaz up 

jack niggaz up, hangin the wack niggaz up 

snowball effect, we rollin the city limits 

crushin the bitch-ass niggaz with all the gimmicks 

Chorus 

[sen dog] 

checkmate fool! 

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