Check Me Out Lyrics - Halfway House - Joe Budden

[Check me out right here 

Na'mean old school 

Old school niggas used to be like.. 

What they used to be like? "Check me out now" 

What other ad libs these old school niggas used to say? 

I don't know but fuck it] 

Look, now let me ask you a question 

Who are you? Where you from? What you reppin? 

Is every bar about a burner or a weapon? 

Now he all gassed up by his presence 

Some tell me that my music is depressing, but 

The best rapper in the world, I was destined 

Jumpoff! Must be the exception 

Am I the only one that's progressing in the recession? 

They tell me tricking ain't tricking if you got it 

I never heard more false words spoken 

So, if I told you I'm a leave your wrist frozen 

I was either lying to you or just joking 

You could be in a wet T-shirt soaking, 

You could, tell me how your shit get like the ocean 

You could, jack me off with a bottle of lotion while ya legs open 

And have trouble gettin a token 

I grew up a lil, see I'm much more mature, 

My repoire is one you can adore (ask around) 

That wasn't always the case so that's for starter 

I'm enjoying the hood, the one after father 

I used to invest in heroin 

With money in Maryland, not Merrill Lynch 

Morgan Stanley, Goldman Sachs, 

And now I'm holding stacks as I stroll in Saks 

Sing it! 

Uh, check me out now! 

[Ya na'mean? 

Nigga all grown up 

It was this shit] 

[Verse 2:] 

Look, when I was younger I used to get ass for sport 

Now I'm less about her sex, I'm more into her thoughts 

Nah, I ain't mean to cross that yet, I regress 

I'm more into her thoughts on sex 

And the property, fuck what's across my neck 

Be clear, I'm more into her career then her hair 

Her mindstate; nothing is insurmountable 

I'm worried about her account, is she accountable? 

Real man shit, I'm no longer outlandish 

The roof don't drop but it's panoramic 

And I know haters can't stand it 

So I do it on purpose, still on my Jerz shit 

We don't fall flat, and we never cave in 

I leave pressure right to my doormat 

All that adversity never worried me 

If anything it feeds me, it'll nourish me (motivate me) 

I try to keep it a hundred, non fiction 

Lane switching in my true religions with the double stitching 

No fitted, T, Kid Robot 

These rap niggas is ass and I don't dig botox 

Into entering clubs, dodging photogs 

So they can talk shit bout me for a whole blog 

Go hard, no prob, that's the plan 

(I might) laugh at jokes nigga, I'm a grown ass man! y 

Ya heard 

Check me out now! 

[Yeah! 

Joey! 

I swear to god if this roof came down.. 

This shit be down right now, snowing 

and I'd have my mo'fucking my shades on and shit, my hand out the window smoking... 

A blunt! 

Be next to the cops too 

Fuck off coppers! 

Sheah]