Check Ya Self lyrics

[Ant Banks]
Now come and take the realness
f*ckin' these funky hoes will make you feel this
Drippin' sensation stickin' your ace in the wrong place
And you'll be ass out di*kless, passin' out when you get this
AIDS sh*t in your grave, ditch will be dug with a quickness
So this is the phase of the days when I grew up
Reminiscin' and trippin' off all them hoes I done f*cked
But it's all good and plenty, I just can't count how many trampy hoes I done did it to
Licked it, did it, split it too
But sh*t is cool makin' the thrilla of Manilla
Scoop up the scrilla boy that cuchi be a killa
You can feel a order up with a nut and then bounce
And have that ass comin' up shorter than a f*ckin' quarter ounce

[Gangsta P]
Let's get toe down off some X-O, puffin' on the cripto
Bent corner eyers up on her, super bad low down dirty shame
No need to know your age, b*tch, what's your name?
Said her name was Tammy, lived with her granny
All I'm thinkin' about is gettin' in her panties
Got the digits, called her later on that night
At a two dome sex, flossin' big elex
c*cked the roof back, b*tch, blaze the sack
Reached the destination, no hesitation
Out of my clothes in the guts about to nut
No protection, after two hours hopped out the shower
Dressed in Eddie Bauer, livin' like a true playas should
Six years later: test positive cause the ho was no good
[Hook]
If you wanna get your groove on, come and do a little somethin' with me
If you wanna get your groove on, let's wrap it up before we f*ck
If you wanna get your groove on, come and do a little somethin' with me
If you wanna get your groove on, let's wrap it up before we f*ck

[Celly Cel]
A-I-D crooked letter
Mothaf*ckas better strap up when they come together
It's a top notch so you ain't thinkin'
Got your battlefields sinkin', caught late night full of weed, drinkin'
Got ya creepin' in the unknown
Steered you wrong even if you get your head blown, fool, you still gone
Switch up your tactics: f*ck with prophylaxis
It ain't about that raw di*kin' her and nuttin' on the mattress
You didn't know these hoes will put the tags on your toes
Don't knows crossin' up the game because she chose
Listen to your homie Celly, n*gga, before you hit the telly, n*gga
Have a box of rubbers ready, n*gga

[Almon D of 187-Fac]
I can't lie, this whole AIDS situation got my brain drownin' in illusions
Settin' n*ggas up for the conclusions
I ain't sayin' that I'm gonna live forever
Gotsta f*ck new, get sometime in the future
Don't got no babies, what about the day when you get married
I hope I'm layin' in bed with a virgin with a meal that's urgent
She heard that I was livin' my lifestyle lavishly
Flashbacks of f*ckin' her cousin in the alley
Smokin' on the twamp sack that she bought the jimmy hats
Three O'clock in the morning, sideways I was cuttin' the Pontiac strapped
[Hook]

[Den-Fenn of 187-Fac]
Well, here's a serious situation that we facin'
It starts off by doin' the nasty without no patience
Forgettin' about the condom, usin' and abusin' the drugs and methinfedamies
She wanted to suck my di*k head so bad she was beggin' me
So I stepped to this straight b*tch named Sally, Sally
Threw my slugs at a scallywag at a club in the valley
Leather trench, all hair down to her shoulders and back
Some Guess jeans all deep down and her pus*y read fat
To be exact one of my n*ggas pulled my coat tail
And told me that the b*tch was hectic: A-I to the D-S infected

[G-Nut of 187-Fac]
Mothaf*ckas be runnin' up in this b*tch without no prophylactics
Filthy tactics, may as well pull the strap to your head and blast it
Suicidal decisions, livin' your life on the edge slippin'
With one foot off in the grave and the other one on a banana peelin'
But I ain't trippin', red ribbons on my chest
No chemotherapy treatments needed cause I'm a make it stretch
To my climax, strapped all over my di*k
And when I digs I blow they mind back and then I grab my sh*t

[Hook]
[Spice 1]
Some of you n*ggas can't even say condoms
Some n*ggas be talkin' about conderves or condos, straight raw di*kin' hoes
You don't know that ho, man, that b*tch can't be trusted
Better be strapped with about four condoms if you plan on keeping your life
You're gonna be feelin' kinda f*cked up and faulty
When you rappin' up on that stage and your di*k fall off into the audience
Silent but deadly way of murder, it's mighty sick
Gotta have a bullet proof vest for your di*k
Seventeen with the fat hydraulics
See, us west coast n*ggas is the most psychotic
Hittin' switches in my old school with four, f*ck three pumps
My homie said that b*tch had more pizzazz than "P" funk
I'm peepin' in the b*tch out at the ho spot
Tryin' to throw that virus to my homie
Betta watch these b*tches cause they're fake and phony

[Hook]