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    Chin Check

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    Chin Check
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    By N.W.A.

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      About "Chin Check"

      Lyrics for N.W.A. - "Chin Check"

      911, forty reporting
      Hello 911, help me, help me
      What is your emergency
      There's someone in my house, there's someone in my house
      Can you please run by your address for me
      151 Shenedoah, Shenendoah
      Ma'am where inside the house are you
      (Oh my god)
      Ma'am where inside the house are you
      In my room, their in my room
      Ma'am calm down, deputies are on the way
      is the door locked

      Ma'am?

      N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a
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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

      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)

      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
      (N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a)
      I'ma smoke where I wanna smoke (fuck that)
      I'ma choke who I wanna choke (fuck that)
      (N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a)
      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

      (N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a)
      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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      SONGWRITERS:
      Broadus, Calvin / Patterson, Lorenzo Jerald / Young, Andre Romell / Jackson, O'Shea
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