Check It Out Lyrics - Singles - Showbiz & A.g.

Chorus: Party Arty 

Check it out huh, this is how it's going down 

From the Boogie Down, brothers stand around with a frown (Repeat 2x) 

Verse 1: A.G. 

It's time to hit ya, let the melody split ya 

Poems is deadly, Holmes better get the picture 

See these vibes are visible 

Fiends see it in the mental, chicks dig it in the physical 

We had to lounge, now I'm furious 

Fake hip-hoppers, can they do it in '95? I'm curious 

Cause my squad has sickness, crazy sickness 

Hit the herb, let the words start flowing with the riches 

Don't compare me when you hear me 

I stay true, and when I'm through, it'll pay dearly 

Dre's a giant, no question, but what I question 

Is how now this is your profession 

I'm charged off the lye 

How we do? (Spray 'em) Bless 'em, impress 'em, and hang 'em high 

Taking loot like bakers and produce pages 

And styles go for Miles, like Davis 

My potential, with Show's instrumental 

Got you all zoning on the vibes that we sent you 

In the mental, who's that abusing rap? 

Pop from the heart, so it's back to the start, black 

And these tracks are incredible 

S-H-O to the W, true to our revenue 

That's how we feel in the BX, mics I bless 

Time to get down with the boogie 

Chorus x2 

Verse 2: A.G. 

I got a mind like Minolta 

Me and Show go back like the D.A. on Travolta 

I want cheese like ziti 

You'll get left like ?reuiniti? (on ice) trying to be me 

I jam, sucker, like the God in all the ruckus 

Over tracks (Your girl probably claps) Then I stuck her 

No front, all I want is to be happy 

Probably like Mary, but if you dare me, then we'll get scrappy 

Don't lift weights, let the hands be dictate 

The Giant is great from back then to this date 

I take the cake and I bounce with the whole weight 

A weapon, stepping straight from Section 8 

If it's me then you might not wait 

If you fake the moves, then it's your tools I'm a take 

I want to see you stop me to those that knock me 

Amazing with blazing talents like Rodney 

Strict with the voodoo, peace to Chaka Zulu 

In the clutch, I can't be touched, they must be noodles 

Too many skills for you to try and doubt 

Put your money where your mouth, I'm a make you wear your mouth 

I've had it, time to get bruised and battered 

I'm like Earvin Orsette, cause I'm great with that black magic 

It's nothing when my man's on production 

I reign (You catch a blow to your brain) percussion 

Rap savior, the more the major 

Bring 'em all on, and they'll get shitted on with flavor 

Reality is what it's all about 

So when you hear the vibes of Show & A, check it out 

Chorus x2