Check Me Out Songtext
von Joe Budden

Check me out right here
And I mean old school
Old school niggas used to be like
What they used to be like? Check me out now
What the hell did these old 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 tell you I'ma leave your wrist frozen
I was either lying to you or just joking
You could be in a wet T-shirt soaking
You could stomach how your sheets get like the ocean
You could jerk me off with a bottle of lotion while your legs open
And have trouble gettin′ a token

I grew up a lil′, see I'm much more mature
My report is one you can adore
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 Marrow Lynch
Morgan Stanley, Goldman Sachs
And now I'm holding stacks as I stroll in Saks

Sing it
Uh, check me out now

Look, 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

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
No laughing joke son, I′m a grown ass man, y'heard me

Check me out now

Yeah, Joe
Sweart to god
If this roof came down
This shit be down right now
Snowing
And I had like, my motherfucking, my shades on and shit

My hand out the window smokin′
A blunt
Next to the cop, too
Fuck off, cop
Shit