"Check it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop   Check it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop   Check it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop   Check it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop"      I knew from jump that my shit was gonna hit   'Cause I spoke to Dione Warick and she put me on some psychic shit   She said be careful 'cause these girls be throwin' block   I said," D don't even worry I sweat no girl for they stank box"   I like drinkin' honey, hit me a 5-1-6, what's a 5-1-6?      Long Island, you dumb bitch   When it comes to this my style flows free like Willy   Watch me grab the cream like them Beverly Hill Billy   I know you're happy with the shit you just bought   It's the greatest return since Jordan hit the court      Because my style changes frequently   See I been shit talkin' mics since the days of delinquency   Now I'm still the same low down gold teeth and Gortex   And on occasion with the ruff sex      Stud Doogie heats it up like a flannel   'Cause he's smooth as wall panel   Hits the one and two like a freebee channel   I have no time for bullshitters, I get bad honies jitters      As I walk be all the chicken head critters   I got more funk then En Vogue got junk in they trunk   My flow hits ya like a filthy piece of skunk   So Alley get the scomma from the dodge spot   Put it in the L and get high like an astronaut      "Check it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop   Check it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop   Check it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop   Check it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop"      Now see they call me Mr.Mingo   Got a girl but I'm still single   Honies scream my name like they just won bingo   (Puba)   I take 'em out for a dinner or a show   But you know how the rest go, hey man, no doe      You know the type you go out a few nights   They sweat your pockets tight   'Cause they rock they're rockers right   Go away little girl you gets nothing      But here take a bufferin' to ease your pain and sufferin'   'Cause I'm so aware of too many things   I know what I know if ya know what I mean   Come clean because I'm a fiend for a beat and a theme      Comin' strong like Hakeem and it ain't a dream   Now is it me or is this hittin' like Tyson?   Like a plate of beans and rice I be a needy winds on ice   And Grand Puba, Stud Doogie on the nights      I bag the dumb we hit a nut   And then we back up in her guts   See I get down and dirty like an arceologist   I get deep into your mind like a psychologist      I hit brothers in the head with the real   Bag honies like a charm cause Grand Puba is the bomb   So come on baby there's no need to play dumber   Or I be comin' around your nostrils when I 'cum   So check it out now      "Check it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop   Check it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop   Check it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop   Check it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop"