Saukrates Check for Me Lyrics

The Underground Tapes Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 Can't Touch Us
  • 3 Money or Love
  • 4 Bag Da Biscuit
  • 5 Da Professional
  • 6 Keep It Movin'
  • 7 Innovations (remix)
  • 8 Fineline
  • 9 Play Dis 99"
  • 10 Body Language
  • 11 Check for Me
  • 12 Ultimate Rush
  • 13 Rollin'
  • 14 Suga Daddy
  • 15 Bag Da Biscuit (Ain't Nuttin But A...)
  • 16 Vietnam
  • 17 Killed or Be Killed
  • 18 Ay, Ay, Ay.
  • [Saukrates]
    Uhh
    Yeah, yeah
    Uh, yeah
    Suzy, Suzy
    She tried to do me
    Like some kind of male flousie, groupie even
    Kicked it to her on one hot summer evening
    Fell for her spell, considered achievement
    I couldn't believe when honey went wild for the money
    Still had to recoup it, stupid
    Ain't funny when these chicks peep your first shit
    Even though you're broke (yo)
    She gonna break a leg trying to get at your bread
    Now that's fucked up right
    Admit it, that's fucked up right (yo)
    Used to crave gettin' with it
    But a spoiled appetite don't cater
    Find myself saying 'um, I'm busy hun, but get at me later'
    Though probably never, I got pride in my endeavors
    You hide your clever plot to cop this togetherness (yo)
    I must admit you're very blessed
    As Saukrates agrees to carry mess
    This long, peep my rap song

    CHORUS [?R&B singer?] (Saukrates) *repeat 4X with minor variations*
    Missed your chance, so why you chasing this
    (Yeah, you should have checked for me)

    [Saukrates]
    Yo, sugar, you're losing control could ya
    Let go of my shirt before I'm forced to put ya
    Out of my doghouse for good
    You said 'fine nigga, I'm leaving' be heathen I wish you would
    Pardon me, I think you should
    Turn 1-80 and go back three paces, let me bless the track
    I react to y'all tricks like skin to poison ivy
    Itching to get y'all gone before y'all start bitching
    I ain't getting through, but listen
    You the word for word definition of that thing we all call chicken
    Cluck, maybe you'll understand me now
    Yo, cluck, you ain't nothing but a stain hand me down
    Go back to ya fake Willie sponsor
    I ain't pissed this is just a half-assed dis
    Don't do nothing but take it personal and hit the road
    Reason why I change the tone of my humble abode
    You didn't know

    CHORUS *with minor variations*

    [Saukrates]
    I've seen that you're hurt when you see me leave with that other skirt
    Maybe you should have checked for me
    Telling you, your time to shine was when I WAS putting in the work
    Maybe you should have checked for me
    Now you got to stretch for me, I still roll bummy
    Never changed honey, you getting played, Gin Rummy
    I used to dream of giving you half, if you weren't satisfied
    Shit? Don't trip I just inject the style
    And get some new shit, why did you abuse this
    Dark skin fin to win, now attempts are useless
    I've moved on, seen a few thongs, nothing wrong
    Don't deny, y'all the reason why I sing the fucking song
    What's going on misses, look at all these dirty dishes
    I can't stand dish pan hands, mind my business
    And go about my waaay because we came to partaaay
    We'll talk another day because we came to partake, uh

    CHORUS X2 *with minor variations*

    Baby baby, baby
    Next time we get down yo
    Maybe next lifetime Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS

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