Check it Out

[Intro: Grand Puba]

Flippin' the script, page one

We got the real McCoy's in the house, the big kids

Callin' all the shots

So here's the resume for the day, check it

Uh-huh, it's time to turn the page

[Chorus: Grand Puba]

So check it out y'all, check it, check it out (Check it out)

Check it out y'all, check it, check it out (Check it out)

Check it out y'all, check it, check it out (Check it out)

Check it out y'all, check it, check it out (Check it out)

[Verse 1: Grand Puba & Mary J. Blige]

Well here's some real-type shit, Grand Puba with the singer

Give thumbs up cause I'm glad I could bring her

Honey, clear your throat (Ooh-hoo, yeah)

Yeah, the shit sound dope

Well, here goes the skit, it's the kick a rhyme

Sing to the beat shit that you wanna get with

Brothers try to copy but they just can't get it down right

This is how we move it tonight

So honey is you ready? (Yes, I'm ready)

So, kick the flavor, get the loot, and let's be jetty

Oh, oh (Uh), oh (Yeah, yeah-yeah)

Oh (Uh), oh, oh (Ayo, check it)

Well I'll be damned if I do, damned if I don't

It's time to kick the flavor on the reel you think I won't?

And you know I come to kick the flavor, too

Well that's true, now how we do?

I gets busy, ayo, hon', me too

And that's nothin', 'cause that's the way we do

So get ready (Uh-huh)

Because you know the deal and what's the real thing

Yeah, yeah, yeah

So let's get down, get down with honey from Uptown

When I'm done with this I'll be around like James Brown

Ain't no thing, honey just sing

You know I (Uh), and you

Yeah, you got it goin' on (You got it goin' on)

You got it goin' on (You got it goin' on)

You got it goin' on (You got it goin' on)

You got it goin' on

[Chorus: Grand Puba]

So check it out, y'all, check it, check it out (Check it out)

Check it out, y'all, check it, check it out (Check it out)

Check it out, y'all, check it, check it out (Check it out)

Check it out, y'all, check it, check it out (Check it out)

[Verse 2: Grand Puba & Mary J. Blige]

Uh, you know, you know I know (Uh-huh)

Puba know how to flow

So bear witness to the Grand Puba sickness

Better get your medication cause it spreads on the quickness

Take notes of what's goin' on

Ayo, Grand Puba and Mary won't steer you wrong

Huh, it's just that shit let's get it on

And on and on, and on and on

Ayo, some try to flow but they just can't do it

But you know how that go ain't nothin' to it

But to do it, run right through it

Those who know the time, huh, already knew it

I drink a Snapple and I wet my Adam's apple

And head straight for the center, the dope style inventor

Quick to make a buck, 'cause it's not beginner's luck

Type of shit that hits when you pump it in your truck

Not Ashford and Simpson, Ike or Tina Turner

Sonny or Cher, it's somethin' dope on your ear

So whether Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday

Friday, Saturday, it don't make a matter

This is the type of shit to make the pockets fatter

It's simply splendid, the way that we bend it

But it's time for me to jet, so I'ma let Mary end it

[Outro: Mary J. Blige & Grand Puba]

You know, you know I know

Puba knows how to flow (You got it goin' on)

You know, you know I know (You got it goin' on)

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh (Uh)

Yeah, yeah

Ah-ooh, ooh, ooh (Yeah)

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh baby, yeah

Ooh baby, yeah

Ooh baby, yeah

Ooh baby, yeah

Ooh baby, yeah

Ooh baby, yeah