Check It Out Lyrics - Singles - Grand Puba

Flippin' the script, page one 

We got the real McCoy's in the house 

The big kids callin' all the shots 

So here's the resume for the day, check it 

It's time to turn the page 

So check it out y'all, check it, check it out 

Check it out y'all, check it, check it out 

Check it out y'all, check it, check it out 

Check it out y'all, check it, check it out 

Well here's some reel type shit, Grand Puba with the singer 

Give thumbs up 'cause I'm glad I could bring her 

Honey clear your throat, yeah, yeah the shit sound dope 

Well, here goes the skit, it's the kick a rhyme zing 

To the beat shit that you wanna get wit 

Brothers try to copy but they just can't get it down right 

This is how we move it tonight 

So honey is you ready? Yes I'm ready 

So, kick the flavor, get the loot, and let's be jetti 

Aiyyo, check it 

Well, I'll be damned if I do, damned if I don't 

It's time to kick the flavor on the reel you think I won't? 

And you know I come to kick the flavor too 

Well, that's true, now how we do? 

I gets busy, aiyyo, hon me too and that's nothin' 

'Cause that's the way we do, so get ready 

Because you know the deal and what's the real thing, yeah, yeah, yeah 

So let's get down, get down with honey from uptown 

When I'm done with this I'll be around like James Brown 

Ain't no thing, honey just sing, you know I and you 

Yeah, we got it goin' on, we got it goin' on 

We got it goin on, we got it goin' on 

So check it out y'all, check it, check it out 

Check it out y'all, check it, check it out 

Check it out y'all, check it, check it out 

Check it out y'all, check it, check it out 

You know, you know, I know, Puba knows how to flow 

So bear witness to the Grand Puba slickness 

Better get your medication 'cause it spreads on the quickness 

Take notes to what's goin' on 

Aiyyo, Grand Puba and Mary won't steer you wrong 

Hon it's just that shit, let's get it on and on and on, and on and on 

Aiyyo, some try to flow but they just can't do it 

But you know how that go, ain't nothin' to it 

But to do it, run right through it 

Those who know the time, already knew it 

I drink a snapple and I wet my Adam's apple 

And head straight for the center, the dope style inventor 

Quick to make a buck 'cause it's not beginner's luck 

Type of shit that hits when you pump it in your truck 

Not Ashford and Simpson, Ike and Tina Turner 

Sonny or Cher, it's somethin' dope on your ear 

So whether Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday 

Thursday, Friday, Saturday, it don't make a matter 

This is the type of shit to make the pockets fatter 

It's simply splendid, the way that we bend it 

But it's time for me to jet, so I'm a let Mary end it 

You know, you know, I know 

Puba knows how to flow got it goin' on 

You know, you know I know you got it goin' on 

You, yeah, yeah, baby, baby, baby, baby baby