Chin Check Lyrics - Snoop Dogg

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(N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a) What the fuck's up Dre 

You tell me, you talk to Ren 

Im right here nigga 

(N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a) Release the hound 

Bow wow wow 

Wha wha wha what what what, what 

I'm a Nigga Wit an Attitude thanks to y'all 

And I don't give a fuck I keep it gangsta y'all 

I'ma ride for my side in the C.P.T. 

God bless the memory of Eazy-E 

If it wadn't for me where the fuck you'd be? 

Rappin like the Treacherous Three, fuckin cowards 

I'd have seen Dre rockin parties for hours 

And I'd have seen Ren fuckin bitches from Howard 

And I'd have seen Snoop give away Eddie Bauer's 

So fuck Jerry Heller and the white superpowers 

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This the shit niggaz kill for 

They hear the villain niggaz spittin' with them nigga flows 

Fuck you hoes, fuck you bitch ass niggaz too 

Got something for you broke 

These niggaz wearin' skirts like the pope 

Who them niggaz that you love to get (us) 

Who them niggaz that you fuckin' wit' (us) 

Love the girl that weed and shit (what) 

The saga continues, with the worlds most dangerous group 

Four deep in the coup 

(Im a spill it) 

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I'ma smoke where I wanna smoke (fuck that) 

I'ma choke who I wanna choke (fuck that) 

I'ma ride where I wanna ride (fuck that) 

cause I'ma nigga 4 life, so I'ma nigga til I diz-ie 

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I'ma smoke where I wanna smoke (fuck that) 

I'ma choke who I wanna choke (fuck that) 

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I'ma ride where I wanna ride (fuck that) 

cause I'ma nigga 4 life, so I'ma motherfuckin nigga til I diz-ie 

A pencil, a pen, or a glock 

Im the original, subliminal, subterranium 

Titianium, criminal minded, swift 

D-R-E with that fuck a bitch shit (fuck a biatch) 

A couple o' notes and get you hog-tied in rope 

Dope like tons of coke, cutthroat 

You don't want the pistols to whistle 

Candy paint impala 

I make hoes pop collars 

God damn hoes, here we go again 

Fuckin with Ren, playin' to win 

(he got the) coke in hand, (I got the) juice and gin 

Same shit you was fuckin wit way back then 

We keep it crackin' from the actin to the jackin 

G'ed up C'ed up motherfucker blaze the weed up 

We all on deck fool so put your heat up 

I stay on deck so me don't get wet 

Look my nigga, we can scatter like buckshots 

Let's get together, make a record, why the fuck not? 

Why the fuck not? 

Why the fuck not? 

Why the fuck not? 

Cause I'm tight as the night 

I had to wipe activator off the mic, in 1985 

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Real niggaz, biatch, you know, ha hah 

We cause tragedy, erratically 

Systematically, in your house without a key 

How fucked up that'd be 

Gat'll be near your anatomy, my form of flattery 

Assault and battery, cus we coming with that street mentality 

Straight west coast rider academy 

Concrete nigga, that's my reality 

We tend to bus' on niggaz that get mad at me 

Was it a bitch in the mix 

Well it had to be 

Lying tricks told them dicks I had a key 

Hoes make the world harder than it have to be 

(Yea thats right) 

I'ma smoke where I wanna smoke (fuck that) 

I'ma choke who I wanna choke (fuck that) 

I'ma ride where I wanna ride (fuck that) 

cause I'ma nigga 4 life, so I'ma nigga til I diz-ie 

I'ma smoke where I wanna smoke (fuck that) 

I'ma choke who I wanna choke (fuck that) 

I'ma ride where I wanna ride (fuck that) 

cause I'ma nigga 4 life, so I'ma motherfuckin nigga til I diz-ie 

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