Lyrics ... Explicit language. Old School East-Coast Hip-Hop. In the style of the ...Explicit language. Old School East-Coast Hip-Hop. In the style of the 90's. Male vocal. BPM 87.
CHECK 1-2 Lyrics by Mattic Beat by Mr.Gib
(Chorus) It's like Im going crazy This is for my lady This is for my lady See this is what made me This is for my baby This for my baby
It's like Im going crazy This is for my lady This is for my lady
(2nd Verse) I never seen nobody like you Your the one that I choose from your, head to your toes from your cap to your shoes, I figure…
With a woman like this I can't lose Two's for most men set with rules. The do's and don't Have not's I been shot, by a angel with a cannon how'd the phantom get caught?
Like handcuffs on the waist of a cop I'm i arrested? Cause good women are hard to find lucky me has invested like money in Wahcovia Love Being all over ya.
You can't tell is the mission failed? Pitching pennies to the bottom of wells till I excel Let's get up on a cruise boat floating without a sail. So that me and you can gel in heaven and hell swell.
You hit it on the nail and your body got cherry smell. She loving my clientele Queen we rock well and straighten up the frame like muscles on Mele Mel.
I'm not a MC who talking all that junk about who can beat who sound like ah punk I just get down and I go for mines and say check one two and walk down the line It's so much baby yea give it sometime and say check one two and walk the thin line My lady loving me true to mankind and say check one two, she more then a dime say what? She more then a dime Say what? She more then a dime
(Chorus) Check one two And walk down the line (Repeat) Check one two There is a thin line (Repeat)
I been in my car driving miles ad miles Thinking bout your eyes and the way your face smiles
Yo I been in my house walking room to room night to afternoon and this is what i consume Your sweet perfume, sit under a full moon, Feeling beams catching photograph views of every seen. A dream, it seems that's what i walked into Self denial is destructive when alone with you.
Seize every opportunity, I check one two I don't worry about no dudes really fucking with you. If I was working at the club you would not pay, but we to old for that i got something to say. I take it back like Dilla, my whole being is cool So look at me and look at you (what) Look at me, and look at you (what) Look at me, and look at you
(Chorus) It's like Im going crazy This is for my lady This is for my lady See this is what made me This is for my baby This for my baby
It's like Im going crazy This is for my lady Come here baby
Lyrics ... Explicit language. Hip-hop with an Oriental feel. Male vocal. BPM 90.
How That Sound
Lyrics by Mattic & Beat by Chomsky
So now you to the point that you done seen some shit and you can't get it out of your mind you get sick. Folk tales to pick or street stories, cause rhyming bout yourself eventually turns boring. I remember the night like it was morning Kat out of line, the vision rewinds He was trying to be about it like most rappers today, but around 3:30 the ground he laid.
And his eye's seen the black of the night like gun fights Now ah days, that's how they play Trying to impress a woman that ain't part of my world Grab the wrong one straight by arm, gave her a twirl
She gave a shook look and then a right hook. Drink crashed the floor, he like this whore. Got the nerve to touch my face without giving a taste now in the corner, I heard another glass bottle break.
Glass started to spread like people in the crowd It was quite for a second, but dude was getting fowl. Guess it had to be her boyfriend hiding his hands and step to him. Some people in the background said to him.
They talk for a few, and before I knew the brother from the corner pulled hands out and smacked dude. He pause for a minute and said this kat is finish Snatched out the gun, while homeboy run'ed.
I was like Dam Son lets break out and shake out. Running back patterns as bullets they start unraveling outside one through the chest just like a javelin. Thick blood in the soil like Havoline oil.
The kid laid in soil, half paralyzed Fronting in clubs unorganized Get euthanized like canines in Dog pounds. 20 years old and bowed up in the ground.
(chorus) Now how that sound When you get knocked Down How that sound When they let go rounds From your country all the way to uptown You might get found, man How that Sound ?
Lyrics ... Explicit language. Laid back Hip-hop. Male vocal. BPM 88.
At The Wine Shop
Lyrics by Mattic & Beat by Blanka
At the wine shop, on the post up Eating cheese looking at this ladies butt. I say that, but it don't make me crazy It's just a compliment, I don't want you baby
Maybe we can plant a plan, I don't think so You just want to back it up until my tip explode Whoa !!!! I ain't down with aggressive ass hoe's I don't hit because I can I'm professional bro you know.
Lately now ah days women cause trouble Get together with cupid and the they pop your bubble Put you on a take off without a shuttle So you better come prepared, lets organize a huddle.
How many times you been fucked over ? A couple, had to walk away from the game like Mike Rucker. Some keep it more nasty then a red neck trucker, after six or seven glasses of some shit I'm seeing double.
I'm pretty cool with the women who run the shop, after hours we be burning on sticks and playing hip-hop. They say I'm better then a under counter medicine pop me in and swallow me down you up in heaven friend.
This one had voice that was raspy smoking cigarettes and conversation it grasp me. Gave one more glass, blew smoke out her mouth, winked her eye and said it's all on the house Her blouse !!!!
Half open, twins showing, blood system was flowing to the tippy top, her card dropped around her ankles. Man I want to spank her, bad girl discipline. She listen to my ideas but I ain't speaking them.
Hit the splif and then she passed it me. Wrapped a brother up a block of that cheese my motions freezed. Leaned over said come and get You ain't got to run come here and blow me a shotgun.
I put the joint in my mouth and burned my tongue Coughing up the ashes to the beat of the drum. She laughed and said I got to come home and take a bath Were you off to this time of morning ? You do the math…
