E-40 & Too $hort & Stresmatic
E-40 & Too $hort & Tyga
E-40 & Too $hort
E-40 & Too $hort & Knotch & Cousin Fik
E-40 & Too $hort & & Travis Porter
E-40 & Too $hort
E-40 & Too $hort
E-40 & Too $hort & Turf Talk & Jeremih
E-40 & Too $hort & Wiz Khalifa
E-40 & Too $hort
E-40 & Too $hort & Ice Cube
E-40 & Too $hort & Suga Free
E-40 & Too $hort
E-40 & Too $hort
E-40 & Too $hort & Dolla Will
E-40 & Too $hort
E-40 & Too $hort & DJ Upgrade & Wifey
[Intro: E-40]
E-40, Too $hort
[Chorus: DNyce, E-40]
Foldin' this paper, gettin' my grip (Grip)
Nigga, I'm a player (Player), nigga, I'm a pimp (Pimp)
Don't holla at me, these hoes is a trip
Don't try to check me, you better check that bitch (Bitch)
Check that bitch (Bitch), check that bitch (Bitch)
Check that bitch (Bitch), check that bitch (Bitch)
Check that bitch (Bitch), check that bitch (Bitch)
Check that bitch (Bitch), check that bitch (Bitch)
Nigga
[Verse 1: Too $hort]
It's never too late to learn the game
Don't call me tryna earn the name
If you don't want shit
Tryna take up for that punk bitch
You hella square…I don't fuck with it
All you gotta do is tell her how you feel
Just be honest, it ain't hard bein' real
If she fuckin' with the next man, you gon' be her ex-man
And don't let me catch you stressin'
[Verse 2: E-40]
Stressin', let me give they ass a lesson, $hort (Lesson, $hort)
Some of these so-called players bein' actin' like a dork (Like a dork)
They get behind closed doors, they poodle up (They poodle up)
Let they bitch treat 'em like a mutt (Like a mutt)
There's rules and regulations in the Book of Mackin' (Book of Mackin')
If she ain't your main broad you can't be a captain (Be a captain)
And even if she is, she better show you 'spect (Show you 'spect)
Just in case, always have another bitch on deck (Bitch on deck)
BIATCH!
[Chorus: DNyce, E-40]
Foldin' this paper, gettin' my grip (Grip)
Nigga, I'm a player (Player), nigga, I'm a pimp (Pimp)
Don't holla at me, these hoes is a trip
Don't try to check me, you better check that bitch (Bitch)
Check that bitch (Bitch), check that bitch (Bitch)
Check that bitch (Bitch), check that bitch (Bitch)
Check that bitch (Bitch), check that bitch (Bitch)
Check that bitch (Bitch), check that bitch (Bitch)
Nigga
[Verse 3: E-40]
Foldin' this paper, gettin' my grip (Grip)
I came in the game already laced and equipped
Got the game from the G's, the hustlers and the pimps (Pimps)
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense (UH!)
I ain't never been a square even though I drive a box (Box)
Had a couple warrants so I cut my dreadlocks ('Locs)
Tweeters, horns, woofers, 40 and them is what I knock (Knock)
Slide down the block, life savings in my socks (Socks)
[Verse 4: Too $hort]
The homie got killed
The other nigga went to jail
All behind a female
He about to do life, he about to have a funeral
And nobody wins
Ain't no game like a low budget pimp
Shoulda put a checkmark on her forehead
Stop simpin' and tell her what $hort said
[Chorus: DNyce, E-40]
Foldin' this paper, gettin' my grip (Grip)
Nigga, I'm a player (Player), nigga, I'm a pimp (Pimp)
Don't holla at me, these hoes is a trip
Don't try to check me, you better check that bitch (Bitch)
Check that bitch (Bitch), check that bitch (Bitch)
Check that bitch (Bitch), check that bitch (Bitch)
Check that bitch (Bitch), check that bitch (Bitch)
Check that bitch (Bitch), check that bitch (Bitch)
Nigga
[Verse 5: Too $hort]
I don't know what you drinkin'
Must be drunk, what the fuck you thinkin'?
A real player, that's all I wanna be
You mad 'cause you heard she was all up under me?
Now you wanna text my phone like a bitch
You need to quit, with that little girl shit
You better check her, so you can live your life, mayne
Is that your real bitch or your side thang?
[Verse 6: E-40]
Todd, I seen this main one in the club last night
Her and a couple of friends dressed in all white (All white?)
Like some virgins, actin' hella proper
Like they've never been touched, drinkin' hella vodka
Pants hella tight, grown (Grown)
Coochie bite, camel toe, on (On)
Wrecked, ready to get gone (Get gone)
You know why? 'Cause he ain't never home (Never home)
BIATCH!
[Chorus: DNyce, E-40]
Foldin' this paper, gettin' my grip (Grip)
Nigga, I'm a player (Player), nigga, I'm a pimp (Pimp)
Don't holla at me, these hoes is a trip
Don't try to check me, you better check that bitch (Bitch)
Check that bitch (Bitch), check that bitch (Bitch)
Check that bitch (Bitch), check that bitch (Bitch)
Check that bitch (Bitch), check that bitch (Bitch)
Check that bitch (Bitch), check that bitch (Bitch)
Nigga
Check That Bitch was produced by DNyce.
E-40 & Too $hort released Check That Bitch on Tue Nov 06 2012.