Letra de ' Check In (feat. Jay Worthy) ' de Dj Muggs

[?] find a way I can get it
And that's what I'm doing, I'm [?]

You gotta throw this black hoodie on for this
Uhh, I'm on my soundtrack shit, check it out
Sipping whiskey with Muggs, just left the Polo Lounge
Dropped my bitch off in the Hills, she from the Polo Grounds
She ain't really used to this shit, I live a fast life (for real)
Bompton legend, that's what they saying, I rock my flag right
Out of town, let's call the check in, that only sound right
Please don't call for your chain back, if you ain't checking
There's rules to this shit, we structured just like a state pen
Gang members so antisocial, like "I don't make friends"
Me and Waco at the Bel-Air, you know it makes sense
Bought a dip off in the Bel-Air, a 55 though
Uncut, ain't got no switches, I hit the airbag
Feel like I'm talking 'bout you, you probably big mad
Me, I count big bags, ride like it's Six Flags
I promise you don't want no problems boy, you better big bag

I went to your hood and they don't know you
Know who I'm from the new school, but with the old rules
Niggas playin' checkers outside, we bustin' chess moves
Presto, went in his pockets and took his bitch too

Check it out, yeah
Please don't call me with that he say, she say
No, I wasn't there, nigga, I don't need a replay
Never changed my number, I still answer [?]
Maybe it's a homie in the pen trying to write me
Feel like baby joint, they gave the homie life, he got no phone
So when he feel alone, I'm somebody he could lean on
I told him: Keep your head high, 'cause one day you will be home
Bompton, west side, but God love weighing the peace stone
[?], beam like we been on
People, I just love the way the hood made me
The way the hood saved me, my mama couldn't save me
I got up off my ass, boy, know I wasn't lazy
Always kept it solid, know them niggas couldn't fade me (Can't fade me)
Crazy, product couldn't aid me
Came up in the 90s, duggin' in the thousands
When they hit the plate, I was gettin' to them thousands (Money)
Now to the millage, stack it to the ceiling
You ever broke a bitch while you signed, what a feeling (Lord willin')

I went to your hood and they don't know you
Know who I'm from the new school, but with the old rules
Niggas playin' checkers outside, we bustin' chess moves
Presto, went in his pockets and took his bitch too
I went to your hood and they don't know you
Know who I'm from the new school, but with the old rules
Niggas playin' checkers outside, we bustin' chess moves
Presto, went in his pockets and took his bitch too