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Joe Budden - Check Me Out lyrics
[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:] Joe Budden - Check Me Out - http://motolyrics.com/joe-budden/check-me-out-lyrics.html
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]









