Check Me Out

[Intro]
Yeah, I'd figure I try this one out
One verse, no hook, uh

[Verse]
Check me out, sitting sideways on a parking lot
Looking like a circumcised the whip when I drop the top
Music drowning out all them fuckers that all talk a lot
What the hell you bragging for? Everything you got, I got
I don't ever drop, but when I drop watch what they jaws do
Fuck you, and the crews that you belong to
So don't cry for me, people stand in line for me
Shout goes out to Vandals, those mafuckers would die for me
Y'all don't really want it with me and my team
Cuz we're known to cause a raucous
Cause a scene on the scene
And you know you can't touch us
Our demeanor is mean
But your girlfriends love us, cuz we're cleaner than clean
So my city better plug me make way for this new jack
These days, I can say anything, Cusack
Find my Eyes slanted, wherever Stiggy and Que's at
Screaming out thug life, listening to 2 pack
Whoa, I mean 2pac, shit is getting too dark
I rarely speak, but you should listen when I do talk
They try to outwit me, but I'm too smart
I throw an organ on the beat, like a new heart
I run tracks like a mafuckin' Grand Prix
Plus, what my plan be, don't require a Plan B
I push it out of thin air, call it hands free
And they just sit back in Marvel, call em Stan Lee
With girls with cup sizes the size of Stanley
Muhammad Ali, they can't hit what they can't see
So, I one up em like Mario's life
I belong in your stereo
A stereotype