Текст (слова) песни: Lord Finesse - Check the Method

It`s like that, y`all, check it out now
(Yeah yeah, now check the method) (Repeat 4x)

Fuck that, you know who`s bigger
Even though nowadays you got all these motherfucking new niggas
Fuck those who spread rumors, I didn`t retire
Even though you got all these Lord Finesse juniors
Trying to get hype and rip mics
They just imitators that can`t quite get my shit right
So won`t y`all just face it
That y`all sweat me so much I gotta give my dick a facelift
Wanna battle, I`m all for it
When it comes to this, I`ve been through more shit than a toilet
Now we could get wild and search for peace
Cause right now I`m chillin`, like the nigga home on work release
And even on a lover tip I`ll still wax brothers quick
When I do my thing I be on some old other shit
Niggas I slaughter, just to bring order
Aw fuck it, my shit be flowing like spring water

It`s like that, y`all, check it out now
(Yeah yeah, now check the method) (Repeat 2x)

Now it`s the dictator whose style`s greater
It`s the man with more flavors than motherfucking Now & Laters
And rappers I hit `em well
They automatically go to heaven fucking with me, I give `em hell
Yeah, so don`t try to front, troop
When your style is played out like an Osh-Kosh jumpsuit
Huh, I`m out to collect figures
I`m on some Wu-Tang shit, so protect your fucking neck, nigga
I don`t front like a man on a high horse
But yo, I make more noise than July 4th
So run, son, I ain`t the one, bum, who dial 911
If you don`t, you`s a motherfucking dumb dumb
I`m not a role model, I`m a bad figure
When it comes to rap, I got skills out the ass, nigga
I got it locked like a warden
Rap without Finesse, that`s like the NBA without Jordan
So all you new jacks kicking wack raps it`s a fact that
I`ll be on your fucking back like a napsack
It ain`t shit you can tell me
Cause the ladies still jel me without an LP

It`s like that, y`all, check it out now
(Yeah yeah, now check the method) (Repeat 4x)

It`s like that y`all, and I keep figures
It`s the hardcore ruffneck funky type of street nigga
Lord Finesse got the swift rap and
You don`t need Dionne Warwick and them psychic friends to predict that
In years to come I`m bound to shine
Give me a mic and a minute, I`ll show niggas I get down for mine
Word life, you know the haps
Fucking with me is like bungee jumping with no rope attached
Man listen, I got plenty rhymes
When it comes to props, motherfucks just oughta gimme mine
Word, cause I slay ya fast
Whether you`re the best MC with a mic, or you`re straight up trash
My lyrics excel, hops
From the ghetto street upstate to motherfucking cell blocks
No dought I got clout
I gotta give a shout (To who?) To my brother Show when I`m out

It`s like that, y`all, check it out now
(Yeah yeah, now check the method) (Repeat 4x)

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Все тексты песен: Lord Finesse
» Lord Finesse - I Keep The Crowd Listening
» Lord Finesse - Isn`t He Something
» Lord Finesse - Trespass Soundtrack
» Lord Finesse - Brainstorm/P.S.K. (No Gimmicks Remix)
» Lord Finesse - Fat for The 90s
» Lord Finesse - Pull Ya Card
» Lord Finesse - Fat For The 90`s
» Lord Finesse - Hip 2 Da Game
» Lord Finesse - Here I Come
» Lord Finesse - Keep It Flowing
» Lord Finesse - Strictly for The Ladies
» Lord Finesse - I Like My Girls With a Boom
» Lord Finesse - Praise the Lord
» Lord Finesse - Soul Plan
» Lord Finesse - Stop Sweating the Next Man
» Lord Finesse - True and Livin`
» Lord Finesse - Show em How We Do Things
» Lord Finesse - Check the Method
» Lord Finesse - Show `Em How We Do Things
» Lord Finesse - Gameplan


Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Lord Finesse - Check the Method It`s like that, y`all, check it out now (Yeah yeah, now check the method) (Repeat 4x) Fuck that, you know who`s bigger Even though nowadays you got all these motherfucking new niggas Fuck those who spread rumors, I didn`t retire Even though you got all these Lord Finesse juniors Trying to get hype and rip mics They just imitators that can`t quite get my shit right So won`t y`all just face it That y`all sweat me so much I gotta give my dick a facelift Wanna battle, I`m all for it When it comes to this, I`ve been through more shit than a toilet Now we could get wild and search for peace Cause right now I`m chillin`, like the nigga home on work release And even on a lover tip I`ll still wax brothers quick When I do my thing I be on some old other shit Niggas I slaughter, just to bring order Aw fuck it, my shit be flowing like spring water It`s like that, y`all, check it out now (Yeah yeah, now check the method) (Repeat 2x) Now it`s the dictator whose style`s greater It`s the man with more flavors than motherfucking Now & Laters And rappers I hit `em well They automatically go to heaven fucking with me, I give `em hell Yeah, so don`t try to front, troop When your style is played out like an Osh-Kosh jumpsuit Huh, I`m out to collect figures I`m on some Wu-Tang shit, so protect your fucking neck, nigga I don`t front like a man on a high horse But yo, I make more noise than July 4th So run, son, I ain`t the one, bum, who dial 911 If you don`t, you`s a motherfucking dumb dumb I`m not a role model, I`m a bad figure When it comes to rap, I got skills out the ass, nigga I got it locked like a warden Rap without Finesse, that`s like the NBA without Jordan So all you new jacks kicking wack raps it`s a fact that I`ll be on your fucking back like a napsack It ain`t shit you can tell me Cause the ladies still jel me without an LP It`s like that, y`all, check it out now (Yeah yeah, now check the method) (Repeat 4x) It`s like that y`all, and I keep figures It`s the hardcore ruffneck funky type of street nigga Lord Finesse got the swift rap and You don`t need Dionne Warwick and them psychic friends to predict that In years to come I`m bound to shine Give me a mic and a minute, I`ll show niggas I get down for mine Word life, you know the haps Fucking with me is like bungee jumping with no rope attached Man listen, I got plenty rhymes When it comes to props, motherfucks just oughta gimme mine Word, cause I slay ya fast Whether you`re the best MC with a mic, or you`re straight up trash My lyrics excel, hops From the ghetto street upstate to motherfucking cell blocks No dought I got clout I gotta give a shout (To who?) To my brother Show when I`m out It`s like that, y`all, check it out now (Yeah yeah, now check the method) (Repeat 4x) Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Check the Method: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/111/1/8795.html Все тексты песен: Lord Finesse » Lord Finesse - I Keep The Crowd Listening » Lord Finesse - Isn`t He Something » Lord Finesse - Trespass Soundtrack » Lord Finesse - Brainstorm/P.S.K. (No Gimmicks Remix) » Lord Finesse - Fat for The 90s » Lord Finesse - Pull Ya Card » Lord Finesse - Fat For The 90`s » Lord Finesse - Hip 2 Da Game » Lord Finesse - Here I Come » Lord Finesse - Keep It Flowing » Lord Finesse - Strictly for The Ladies » Lord Finesse - I Like My Girls With a Boom » Lord Finesse - Praise the Lord » Lord Finesse - Soul Plan » Lord Finesse - Stop Sweating the Next Man » Lord Finesse - True and Livin` » Lord Finesse - Show em How We Do Things » Lord Finesse - Check the Method » Lord Finesse - Show `Em How We Do Things » Lord Finesse - Gameplan Рекомендуем скачать: » Пропаганда - Пять минут на любовь » Поющие сердца - Вот какая беда » Песни из кинофильмов - Если у вас нету тети » Павел Кашин - Побереги себя » Павел Папушев - Наталья » Психея - 180 BPM + DMDA = » Петр Копытов - Ожиданье » Премьер-министр - Ангел » Павел Кашин - Галки » Пикник, Эдмунд Шклярский - Новозеландская песня » Пилот - Пролог » Полотно Анатолий - Крокодил » Палата Люкс - Дура » Песни из мюзиклов - Ты гибель моя » Петр Мамонов, Звуки МУ - Люлякибаб » Петр Копытов - Чудо Георгия о змие (стихи у иконы) » Пикник, Эдмунд Шклярский - А учили меня летать » Пикник, Эдмунд Шклярский - Перламутр и пырей » Полина Ефименко - Последняя » Павел Папушев - В любом порту и аэропорту...
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