[{"id":12863157,"name":"Checkmate","trackName":"Checkmate","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Cypress Hill","duration":216.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[sen dog]\nbout to mash these niggaz man\ndon't come in my backyard motherfucker\nhahaha, b-real and the dog, motherfucker!\nha! yeah\nHere we go y'all, that's the nigga head dog\nlunatic smokin loops, loose in your sector\ngot my eye on em, on the apparatus\nlike a bone to a dog, yea you know i gotta have it\nanywhere you get it shit, and i'ma grab it\nturn around stares to your face and i jab it\ndrop you, like one of those ill bad habits\nhunt you, like a hillbilly huntin a rabbit\ncuttin niggaz up like muggs on the wheels\nfor reals, penetentiary steel\npull heads to bed from the choke of a headlock\nfadin baldheads to perms, even dreadlocks\nbwoy, rudebwoy with me style\ni can get foul or wild, or just cool for a while\nChorus: b-real, sen dog\n(checkmate fool!) hang em high\ngot the live shit, bang em whenever you/he wanna try\nshoot to thrill, be at the hill, i/we take em all\n(checkmate fool!) wherever the pawns fall\n* repeat 2x *\n[b-real]\nlook look punk, every way you get shook\nto the pawn, takin out the rook, off of the book\nlights get tooken, taken you for satan\nyou can't breathe, no need to look up and see me\nthe last hope, when you mellow you call whoever\nfor the hype shit, you call the hill, put it together\nrunnin this game, bringin the same, raw shit\nover the hills, through the city we come equipped\nto the letter, keepin your temperature down low\nwhat i reveal, the good shit to heal all souls\nmakin you roll late night, you trippin, my game's tight\nto the new shit i bring, never the same hype\nso push that shit off, get up, don't let off\nno matter how much blood you spit up\nyou could never be, fuckin with greenthumb\nthe outcome's specific, you spliff it, collapsed lung\nwe hit hard, breakin your guard, you can't tell\nwhen the bells ring, bustin your shell, the pawn fell\nChorus\n(peek-a-boo, you fuck you!)\n[sen dog]\ni'ma freak that funk yea slam it in the trunk\ni'ma kill all junk with the suicide clunk\nain't nobody came my way, talkin bout\nthe westside of l.a., so whatever\npunk-ass click you claim, you keep bumpin that shit\nand elevate your frame, cause i want that\nbig-time, asshole, studio gangsta\nworth a lot of shit, but that's not the main factor\n[b-real]\nmy nigga sen's rollin again, remember when\nwe rocked shows, battlin foes, the time's been long\nstrong with the styles, you ain't hear to win\nlike blood pourin out of the pen, the ink stains\nslim chance if it gets in your brain, the hot flash\ngot you heated with repeated attacks over the tracks\nsmack niggaz up, back niggaz up, hack niggaz up\njack niggaz up, hangin the wack niggaz up\nsnowball effect, we rollin the city limits\ncrushin the bitch-ass niggaz with all the gimmicks\nChorus\n[sen dog]\ncheckmate fool!","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.36] [sen dog]\n[00:01.20] bout to mash these niggaz man\n[00:05.79] don't come in my backyard motherfucker\n[00:10.96] hahaha, b-real and the dog, motherfucker!\n[00:16.78] ha! yeah\n[00:19.57] Here we go y'all, that's the nigga head dog\n[00:22.32] lunatic smokin loops, loose in your sector\n[00:24.52] got my eye on em, on the apparatus\n[00:26.57] like a bone to a dog, yea you know i gotta have it\n[00:29.06] anywhere you get it shit, and i'ma grab it\n[00:30.94] turn around stares to your face and i jab it\n[00:33.76] drop you, like one of those ill bad habits\n[00:35.32] hunt you, like a hillbilly huntin a rabbit\n[00:37.46] cuttin niggaz up like muggs on the wheels\n[00:39.48] for reals, penetentiary steel\n[00:41.66] pull heads to bed from the choke of a headlock\n[00:43.85] fadin baldheads to perms, even dreadlocks\n[00:46.23] bwoy, rudebwoy with me style\n[00:48.14] i can get foul or wild, or just cool for a while\n[00:49.70] Chorus: b-real, sen dog\n[00:51.58] (checkmate fool!) hang em high\n[00:53.34] got the live shit, bang em whenever you/he wanna try\n[00:54.09] shoot to thrill, be at the hill, i/we take em all\n[00:56.73] (checkmate fool!) wherever the pawns fall\n[00:59.08] * repeat 2x *\n[01:08.52] [b-real]\n[01:09.07] look look punk, every way you get shook\n[01:10.45] to the pawn, takin out the rook, off of the book\n[01:11.96] lights get tooken, taken you for satan\n[01:14.23] you can't breathe, no need to look up and see me\n[01:16.15] the last hope, when you mellow you call whoever\n[01:18.53] for the hype shit, you call the hill, put it together\n[01:20.42] runnin this game, bringin the same, raw shit\n[01:22.84] over the hills, through the city we come equipped\n[01:24.80] to the letter, keepin your temperature down low\n[01:26.80] what i reveal, the good shit to heal all souls\n[01:29.01] makin you roll late night, you trippin, my game's tight\n[01:31.22] to the new shit i bring, never the same hype\n[01:33.33] so push that shit off, get up, don't let off\n[01:35.79] no matter how much blood you spit up\n[01:37.68] you could never be, fuckin with greenthumb\n[01:39.77] the outcome's specific, you spliff it, collapsed lung\n[01:41.95] we hit hard, breakin your guard, you can't tell\n[01:44.20] when the bells ring, bustin your shell, the pawn fell\n[01:46.53] Chorus\n[02:04.04] (peek-a-boo, you fuck you!)\n[02:19.16] [sen dog]\n[02:19.59] i'ma freak that funk yea slam it in the trunk\n[02:21.08] i'ma kill all junk with the suicide clunk\n[02:23.10] ain't nobody came my way, talkin bout\n[02:25.69] the westside of l.a., so whatever\n[02:27.56] punk-ass click you claim, you keep bumpin that shit\n[02:30.04] and elevate your frame, cause i want that\n[02:32.19] big-time, asshole, studio gangsta\n[02:34.19] worth a lot of shit, but that's not the main factor\n[02:36.23] [b-real]\n[02:36.90] my nigga sen's rollin again, remember when\n[02:38.36] we rocked shows, battlin foes, the time's been long\n[02:40.99] strong with the styles, you ain't hear to win\n[02:42.57] like blood pourin out of the pen, the ink stains\n[02:44.69] slim chance if it gets in your brain, the hot flash\n[02:47.04] got you heated with repeated attacks over the tracks\n[02:49.20] smack niggaz up, back niggaz up, hack niggaz up\n[02:50.91] jack niggaz up, hangin the wack niggaz up\n[02:53.89] snowball effect, we rollin the city limits\n[02:55.61] crushin the bitch-ass niggaz with all the gimmicks\n[02:57.82] Chorus\n[02:59.30] [sen dog]\n[03:18.53] checkmate fool!\n[03:33.55] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Checkmate\n artist: Cypress Hill\n album: Cypress Hill\n duration_ms: 216000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[sen dog]'\n start_ms: 360\n end_ms: 1200\n- text: bout to mash these niggaz man\n start_ms: 1200\n end_ms: 5790\n- text: don't come in my backyard motherfucker\n start_ms: 5790\n end_ms: 10960\n- text: hahaha, b-real and the dog, motherfucker!\n start_ms: 10960\n end_ms: 16780\n- text: ha! yeah\n start_ms: 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new shit i bring, never the same hype\n so push that shit off, get up, don't let off\n no matter how much blood you spit up\n you could never be, fuckin with greenthumb\n the outcome's specific, you spliff it, collapsed lung\n we hit hard, breakin your guard, you can't tell\n when the bells ring, bustin your shell, the pawn fell\n Chorus\n (peek-a-boo, you fuck you!)\n [sen dog]\n i'ma freak that funk yea slam it in the trunk\n i'ma kill all junk with the suicide clunk\n ain't nobody came my way, talkin bout\n the westside of l.a., so whatever\n punk-ass click you claim, you keep bumpin that shit\n and elevate your frame, cause i want that\n big-time, asshole, studio gangsta\n worth a lot of shit, but that's not the main factor\n [b-real]\n my nigga sen's rollin again, remember when\n we rocked shows, battlin foes, the time's been long\n strong with the styles, you ain't hear to win\n like blood pourin out of the pen, the ink stains\n slim chance if it gets in your brain, the hot flash\n got you heated with repeated attacks over the tracks\n smack niggaz up, back niggaz up, hack niggaz up\n jack niggaz up, hangin the wack niggaz up\n snowball effect, we rollin the city limits\n crushin the bitch-ass niggaz with all the gimmicks\n Chorus\n [sen dog]\n checkmate fool!\n"},{"id":11041670,"name":"Checkmate","trackName":"Checkmate","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Cypress Hill IV","duration":216.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[sen dog]\nbout to mash these niggaz man\ndon't come in my backyard motherfucker\nhahaha, b-real and the dog, motherfucker!\nha! yeah\nHere we go y'all, that's the nigga head dog\nlunatic smokin loops, loose in your sector\ngot my eye on em, on the apparatus\nlike a bone to a dog, yea you know i gotta have it\nanywhere you get it shit, and i'ma grab it\nturn around stares to your face and i jab it\ndrop you, like one of those ill bad habits\nhunt you, like a hillbilly huntin a rabbit\ncuttin niggaz up like 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shit i bring, never the same hype\nso push that shit off, get up, don't let off\nno matter how much blood you spit up\nyou could never be, fuckin with greenthumb\nthe outcome's specific, you spliff it, collapsed lung\nwe hit hard, breakin your guard, you can't tell\nwhen the bells ring, bustin your shell, the pawn fell\nChorus\n(peek-a-boo, you fuck you!)\n[sen dog]\ni'ma freak that funk yea slam it in the trunk\ni'ma kill all junk with the suicide clunk\nain't nobody came my way, talkin bout\nthe westside of l.a., so whatever\npunk-ass click you claim, you keep bumpin that shit\nand elevate your frame, cause i want that\nbig-time, asshole, studio gangsta\nworth a lot of shit, but that's not the main factor\n[b-real]\nmy nigga sen's rollin again, remember when\nwe rocked shows, battlin foes, the time's been long\nstrong with the styles, you ain't hear to win\nlike blood pourin out of the pen, the ink stains\nslim chance if it gets in your brain, the hot flash\ngot you heated with repeated attacks over the tracks\nsmack niggaz up, back niggaz up, hack niggaz up\njack niggaz up, hangin the wack niggaz up\nsnowball effect, we rollin the city limits\ncrushin the bitch-ass niggaz with all the gimmicks\nChorus\n[sen dog]\ncheckmate fool!","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.36] [sen dog]\n[00:01.20] bout to mash these niggaz man\n[00:05.79] don't come in my backyard motherfucker\n[00:10.96] hahaha, b-real and the dog, motherfucker!\n[00:16.78] ha! yeah\n[00:19.57] Here we go y'all, that's the nigga head dog\n[00:22.32] lunatic smokin loops, loose in your sector\n[00:24.52] got my eye on em, on the apparatus\n[00:26.57] like a bone to a dog, yea you know i gotta have it\n[00:29.06] anywhere you get it shit, and i'ma grab it\n[00:30.94] turn around stares to your face and i jab it\n[00:33.76] drop you, like one of those ill bad habits\n[00:35.32] hunt you, like a hillbilly huntin a rabbit\n[00:37.46] cuttin niggaz up like muggs on the wheels\n[00:39.48] for reals, penetentiary steel\n[00:41.66] pull heads to bed from the choke of a headlock\n[00:43.85] fadin baldheads to perms, even dreadlocks\n[00:46.23] bwoy, rudebwoy with me style\n[00:48.14] i can get foul or wild, or just cool for a while\n[00:49.70] Chorus: b-real, sen dog\n[00:51.58] (checkmate fool!) hang em high\n[00:53.34] got the live shit, bang em whenever you/he wanna try\n[00:54.09] shoot to thrill, be at the hill, i/we take em all\n[00:56.73] (checkmate fool!) wherever the pawns fall\n[00:59.08] * repeat 2x *\n[01:08.52] [b-real]\n[01:09.07] look look punk, every way you get shook\n[01:10.45] to the pawn, takin out the rook, off of the book\n[01:11.96] lights get tooken, taken you for satan\n[01:14.23] you can't breathe, no need to look up and see me\n[01:16.15] the last hope, when you mellow you call whoever\n[01:18.53] for the hype shit, you call the hill, put it together\n[01:20.42] runnin this game, bringin the same, raw shit\n[01:22.84] over the hills, through the city we come equipped\n[01:24.80] to the letter, keepin your temperature down low\n[01:26.80] what i reveal, the good shit to heal all souls\n[01:29.01] makin you roll late night, you trippin, my game's tight\n[01:31.22] to the new shit i bring, never the same hype\n[01:33.33] so push that shit off, get up, don't let off\n[01:35.79] no matter how much blood you spit up\n[01:37.68] you could never be, fuckin with greenthumb\n[01:39.77] the outcome's specific, you spliff it, collapsed lung\n[01:41.95] we hit hard, breakin your guard, you can't tell\n[01:44.20] when the bells ring, bustin your shell, the pawn fell\n[01:46.53] Chorus\n[02:04.04] (peek-a-boo, you fuck you!)\n[02:19.16] [sen dog]\n[02:19.59] i'ma freak that funk yea slam it in the trunk\n[02:21.08] i'ma kill all junk with the suicide clunk\n[02:23.10] ain't nobody came my way, talkin bout\n[02:25.69] the westside of l.a., so whatever\n[02:27.56] punk-ass click you claim, you keep bumpin that shit\n[02:30.04] and elevate your frame, cause i want that\n[02:32.19] big-time, asshole, studio gangsta\n[02:34.19] worth a lot of shit, but that's not the main factor\n[02:36.23] [b-real]\n[02:36.90] my nigga sen's rollin again, remember when\n[02:38.36] we rocked shows, battlin foes, the time's been long\n[02:40.99] strong with the styles, you ain't hear to win\n[02:42.57] like blood pourin out of the pen, the ink stains\n[02:44.69] slim chance if it gets in your brain, the hot flash\n[02:47.04] got you heated with repeated attacks over the tracks\n[02:49.20] smack niggaz up, back niggaz up, hack niggaz up\n[02:50.91] jack niggaz up, hangin the wack niggaz up\n[02:53.89] snowball effect, we rollin the city limits\n[02:55.61] crushin the bitch-ass niggaz with all the gimmicks\n[02:57.82] Chorus\n[02:59.30] [sen dog]\n[03:18.53] checkmate fool!\n[03:33.55] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Checkmate\n artist: Cypress Hill\n album: Cypress Hill IV\n duration_ms: 216000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[sen 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satan\n[01:14.28] You can't breathe, no need to look up and see me\n[01:16.16] The last hope, when you mellow you call whoever\n[01:18.57] For the hype shit, you call the hill, put it together\n[01:20.47] Runnin this game, bringin the same, raw shit\n[01:22.83] Over the hills, through the city we come equipped\n[01:24.80] To the letter, keepin your temperature down low\n[01:26.83] What i reveal, the good shit to heal all souls\n[01:29.00] Makin you roll late night, you trippin, my game's tight\n[01:31.22] To the new shit i bring, never the same hype\n[01:33.33] So push that shit off, get up, don't let off\n[01:35.74] No matter how much blood you spit up\n[01:37.64] You could never be, fuckin with greenthumb\n[01:39.71] The outcome's specific, you spliff it, collapsed lung\n[01:41.96] We hit hard, breakin your guard, you can't tell\n[01:44.28] When the bells ring, bustin your shell, the pawn fell\n[01:46.56] Chorus\n[02:04.09] (Peek-a-boo, you fuck you!)\n[02:19.17] [Sen 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Checkmate fool!\n start_ms: 198560\n end_ms: 213560\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 213560\nplain: |-\n [Sen dog]\n Bout to mash these niggaz man\n Don't come in my backyard motherfucker\n Hahaha, b-real and the dog, motherfucker!\n Ha! yeah\n Here we go y'all, that's the nigga head dog\n Lunatic smokin loops, loose in your sector\n Got my eye on em, on the apparatus\n Like a bone to a dog, yea you know i gotta have it\n Anywhere you get it shit, and i'ma grab it\n Turn around stares to your face and i jab it\n Drop you, like one of those ill bad habits\n Hunt you, like a hillbilly huntin a rabbit\n Cuttin niggaz up like muggs on the wheels\n For reals, penetentiary steel\n Pull heads to bed from the choke of a headlock\n Fadin baldheads to perms, even dreadlocks\n Bwoy, rudebwoy with me style\n I can get foul or wild, or just cool for a while\n Chorus: b-real, sen dog\n (Checkmate fool!) hang em high\n Got the live shit, bang em whenever you/he wanna try\n Shoot to thrill, be at the hill, i/we take em all\n (Checkmate fool!) wherever the pawns fall\n * Repeat 2x *\n [B-real]\n Look look punk, every way you get shook\n To the pawn, takin out the rook, off of the book\n Lights get tooken, taken you for satan\n You can't breathe, no need to look up and see me\n The last hope, when you mellow you call whoever\n For the hype shit, you call the hill, put it together\n Runnin this game, bringin the same, raw shit\n Over the hills, through the city we come equipped\n To the letter, keepin your temperature down low\n What i reveal, the good shit to heal all souls\n Makin you roll late night, you trippin, my game's tight\n To the new shit i bring, never the same hype\n So push that shit off, get up, don't let off\n No matter how much blood you spit up\n You could never be, fuckin with greenthumb\n The outcome's specific, you spliff it, collapsed lung\n We hit hard, breakin your guard, you can't tell\n When the bells ring, bustin your shell, the pawn fell\n Chorus\n (Peek-a-boo, you fuck you!)\n [Sen dog]\n I'ma freak that funk yea slam it in the trunk\n I'ma kill all junk with the suicide clunk\n Ain't nobody came my way, talkin bout\n The westside of l.a., so whatever\n Punk-ass click you claim, you keep bumpin that shit\n And elevate your frame, cause i want that\n Big-time, asshole, studio gangsta\n Worth a lot of shit, but that's not the main factor\n [B-real]\n My nigga sen's rollin again, remember when\n We rocked shows, battlin foes, the time's been long\n Strong with the styles, you ain't hear to win\n Like blood pourin out of the pen, the ink stains\n Slim chance if it gets in your brain, the hot flash\n Got you heated with repeated attacks over the tracks\n Smack niggaz up, back niggaz up, hack niggaz up\n Jack niggaz up, hangin the wack niggaz up\n Snowball effect, we rollin the city limits\n Crushin the bitch-ass niggaz with all the gimmicks\n Chorus\n [Sen dog]\n Checkmate fool!\n"},{"id":18068035,"name":"Checkmate (Hang'em High Remix","trackName":"Checkmate (Hang'em High Remix","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Cypress Hill Stash","duration":242.163125,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"1st verse -- Senen\n\nHere we go yall its that nigga hecta\nlunatic Smokin loop loose in your sector\ngot my eye on the money apparatus\nlike a dog to a bone yeah, you know I gotta have it\nAnywhere near the shit and I'm a grab it\nTurn around spin see your face and jab it\nDrop you like one of these ill Bad Habits\nHunt you like a HillBilly Huntin Rabbit\ncutting niggas up like Muggs on the wheel\nFor real penitentiary steel\nPut heads to Bed from a choke of a Head Lock\nFadin bald heads to perms and even dred locks\nBway Rude boy wit my Style I could get foul or wild\nOr breakfool for awhile\n\n2nd verse -- B Real\n\nLook, look, look\neverywhere you get shook,\nfrom the pawn takin out the rook\nall by the book.\nLives get took and takin you're pulsating,\nyou Can't breath no need to look up and see me.\nYour last hope, when you want mellow you call whoever, for the\nhype shit you call the Hill\nput it together.\nRunnin this game, bringin the same raw shit,\nover the Hill and through the city\nwe come equipt.\nTo the letter bringin your temperature down low, what I reveal,\nthe good shit to heal all souls.\nMakin you roll late night,\nyou're trippin my games tight.\nWith the new shit I bring it's never the same hype.\nSo push that shit up, get up\ndon't let up.\nNo matter how much blood you spit up.\nYou can never be fuckin with Greenthumb.\nthe outcome specific, you spliff it calapsed lung.\nWe hit hard breakin you guard\nyou can tell when the bells ring we're bustin your shell\nthe pawns fell.\n\n(Hook)\n\nCheck mate fool, Hang 'em high.\nGot the live shit bangin, when ever you wanna try.\nShoot to thrill, via the Hill we take 'em all,\ncheck mate fool where ever the pawns fall...(repeat)\n\nI'm a freak that funk\nand slam it in the trunk\nI'm a kill all junk\nWith a suicide punk\nAin't nobody came my way\nTalkin' bout the Westide of LA\nSo whatever punk ass\nClick you claim\nKeep poppin that shit\nAnd I'm a bent you frame\n'Cause I want that\nBig time asshole\nStudio gangsta\nWoof all of that shit\nBut left out the main factor\n\nMy nigga Sen's, rollin again\nremember when, we rocked shows\nbattling foes, the time's been\nlong. Strong with the styles you're in\nhear the wind. Like blood pourin out of the pen\nthe ink stains slim chance if it get in your brain.\nThe hot flash got you heated,\nwith repeated attacks over the tracks\nsmack niggas up, back niggas up,\nhack niggas up, jack niggas up,\nhangin the whack niggas up.\nSnowfall effect we're rollin the city limits\ncrushin the bitch ass niggas with all the gimics...(HOOK).","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Checkmate (Hang'em High Remix\n artist: Cypress Hill\n album: Cypress Hill Stash\n duration_ms: 242163\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n 1st verse -- Senen\n\n Here we go yall its that nigga hecta\n lunatic Smokin loop loose in your sector\n got my eye on the money apparatus\n like a dog to a bone yeah, you know I gotta have it\n Anywhere near the shit and I'm a grab it\n Turn around spin see your face and jab it\n Drop you like one of these ill Bad Habits\n Hunt you like a HillBilly Huntin Rabbit\n cutting niggas up like Muggs on the wheel\n For real penitentiary steel\n Put heads to Bed from a choke of a Head Lock\n Fadin bald heads to perms and even dred locks\n Bway Rude boy wit my Style I could get foul or wild\n Or breakfool for awhile\n\n 2nd verse -- B Real\n\n Look, look, look\n everywhere you get shook,\n from the pawn takin out the rook\n all by the book.\n Lives get took and takin you're pulsating,\n you Can't breath no need to look up and see me.\n Your last hope, when you want mellow you call whoever, for the\n hype shit you call the Hill\n put it together.\n Runnin this game, bringin the same raw shit,\n over the Hill and through the city\n we come equipt.\n To the letter bringin your temperature down low, what I reveal,\n the good shit to heal all souls.\n Makin you roll late night,\n you're trippin my games tight.\n With the new shit I bring it's never the same hype.\n So push that shit up, get up\n don't let up.\n No matter how much blood you spit up.\n You can never be fuckin with Greenthumb.\n the outcome specific, you spliff it calapsed lung.\n We hit hard breakin you guard\n you can tell when the bells ring we're bustin your shell\n the pawns fell.\n\n (Hook)\n\n Check mate fool, Hang 'em high.\n Got the live shit bangin, when ever you wanna try.\n Shoot to thrill, via the Hill we take 'em all,\n check mate fool where ever the pawns fall...(repeat)\n\n I'm a freak that funk\n and slam it in the trunk\n I'm a kill all junk\n With a suicide punk\n Ain't nobody came my way\n Talkin' bout the Westide of LA\n So whatever punk ass\n Click you claim\n Keep poppin that shit\n And I'm a bent you frame\n 'Cause I want that\n Big time asshole\n Studio gangsta\n Woof all of that shit\n But left out the main factor\n\n My nigga Sen's, rollin again\n remember when, we rocked shows\n battling foes, the time's been\n long. Strong with the styles you're in\n hear the wind. Like blood pourin out of the pen\n the ink stains slim chance if it get in your brain.\n The hot flash got you heated,\n with repeated attacks over the tracks\n smack niggas up, back niggas up,\n hack niggas up, jack niggas up,\n hangin the whack niggas up.\n Snowfall effect we're rollin the city limits\n crushin the bitch ass niggas with all the gimics...(HOOK).\n"},{"id":17270204,"name":"Cypress Hill - IV - Checkmate","trackName":"Cypress Hill - IV - Checkmate","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"IV","duration":215.4245,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[sen dog]\nbout to mash these niggaz man\ndon't come in my backyard motherfucker\nhahaha, b-real and the dog, motherfucker!\nha! yeah\nHere we go y'all, that's the nigga head dog\nlunatic smokin loops, loose in your sector\ngot my eye on em, on the apparatus\nlike a bone to a dog, yea you know i gotta have it\nanywhere you get it shit, and i'ma grab it\nturn around stares to your face and i jab it\ndrop you, like one of those ill bad habits\nhunt you, like a hillbilly huntin a rabbit\ncuttin niggaz up like muggs on the wheels\nfor reals, penetentiary steel\npull heads to bed from the choke of a headlock\nfadin baldheads to perms, even dreadlocks\nbwoy, rudebwoy with me style\ni can get foul or wild, or just cool for a while\nChorus: b-real, sen dog\n(checkmate fool!) hang em high\ngot the live shit, bang em whenever you/he wanna try\nshoot to thrill, be at the hill, i/we take em all\n(checkmate fool!) wherever the pawns fall\n* repeat 2x *\n[b-real]\nlook look punk, every way you get shook\nto the pawn, takin out the rook, off of the book\nlights get tooken, taken you for satan\nyou can't breathe, no need to look up and see me\nthe last hope, when you mellow you call whoever\nfor the hype shit, you call the hill, put it together\nrunnin this game, bringin the same, raw shit\nover the hills, through the city we come equipped\nto the letter, keepin your temperature down low\nwhat i reveal, the good shit to heal all souls\nmakin you roll late night, you trippin, my game's tight\nto the new shit i bring, never the same hype\nso push that shit off, get up, don't let off\nno matter how much blood you spit up\nyou could never be, fuckin with greenthumb\nthe outcome's specific, you spliff it, collapsed lung\nwe hit hard, breakin your guard, you can't tell\nwhen the bells ring, bustin your shell, the pawn fell\nChorus\n(peek-a-boo, you fuck you!)\n[sen dog]\ni'ma freak that funk yea slam it in the trunk\ni'ma kill all junk with the suicide clunk\nain't nobody came my way, talkin bout\nthe westside of l.a., so whatever\npunk-ass click you claim, you keep bumpin that shit\nand elevate your frame, cause i want that\nbig-time, asshole, studio gangsta\nworth a lot of shit, but that's not the main factor\n[b-real]\nmy nigga sen's rollin again, remember when\nwe rocked shows, battlin foes, the time's been long\nstrong with the styles, you ain't hear to win\nlike blood pourin out of the pen, the ink stains\nslim chance if it gets in your brain, the hot flash\ngot you heated with repeated attacks over the tracks\nsmack niggaz up, back niggaz up, hack niggaz up\njack niggaz up, hangin the wack niggaz up\nsnowball effect, we rollin the city limits\ncrushin the bitch-ass niggaz with all the gimmicks\nChorus\n[sen dog]\ncheckmate fool!","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.36] [sen dog]\n[00:01.20] bout to mash these niggaz man\n[00:05.79] don't come in my backyard motherfucker\n[00:10.96] hahaha, b-real and the dog, motherfucker!\n[00:16.78] ha! yeah\n[00:19.57] Here we go y'all, that's the nigga head dog\n[00:22.32] lunatic smokin loops, loose in your sector\n[00:24.52] got my eye on em, on the apparatus\n[00:26.57] like a bone to a dog, yea you know i gotta have it\n[00:29.06] anywhere you get it shit, and i'ma grab it\n[00:30.94] turn around stares to your face and i jab it\n[00:33.76] drop you, like one of those ill bad habits\n[00:35.32] hunt you, like a hillbilly huntin a rabbit\n[00:37.46] cuttin niggaz up like muggs on the wheels\n[00:39.48] for reals, penetentiary steel\n[00:41.66] pull heads to bed from the choke of a headlock\n[00:43.85] fadin baldheads to perms, even dreadlocks\n[00:46.23] bwoy, rudebwoy with me style\n[00:48.14] i can get foul or wild, or just cool for a while\n[00:49.70] Chorus: b-real, sen dog\n[00:51.58] (checkmate fool!) hang em high\n[00:53.34] got the live shit, bang em whenever you/he wanna try\n[00:54.09] shoot to thrill, be at the hill, i/we take em all\n[00:56.73] (checkmate fool!) wherever the pawns fall\n[00:59.08] * repeat 2x *\n[01:08.52] [b-real]\n[01:09.07] look look punk, every way you get shook\n[01:10.45] to the pawn, takin out the rook, off of the book\n[01:11.96] lights get tooken, taken you for satan\n[01:14.23] you can't breathe, no need to look up and see me\n[01:16.15] the last hope, when you mellow you call whoever\n[01:18.53] for the hype shit, you call the hill, put it together\n[01:20.42] runnin this game, bringin the same, raw shit\n[01:22.84] over the hills, through the city we come equipped\n[01:24.80] to the letter, keepin your temperature down low\n[01:26.80] what i reveal, the good shit to heal all souls\n[01:29.01] makin you roll late night, you trippin, my game's tight\n[01:31.22] to the new shit i bring, never the same hype\n[01:33.33] so push that shit off, get up, don't let off\n[01:35.79] no matter how much blood you spit up\n[01:37.68] you could never be, fuckin with greenthumb\n[01:39.77] the outcome's specific, you spliff it, collapsed lung\n[01:41.95] we hit hard, breakin your guard, you can't tell\n[01:44.20] when the bells ring, bustin your shell, the pawn fell\n[01:46.53] Chorus\n[02:04.04] (peek-a-boo, you fuck you!)\n[02:19.16] [sen dog]\n[02:19.59] i'ma freak that funk yea slam it in the trunk\n[02:21.08] i'ma kill all junk with the suicide clunk\n[02:23.10] ain't nobody came my way, talkin bout\n[02:25.69] the westside of l.a., so whatever\n[02:27.56] punk-ass click you claim, you keep bumpin that shit\n[02:30.04] and elevate your frame, cause i want that\n[02:32.19] big-time, asshole, studio gangsta\n[02:34.19] worth a lot of shit, but that's not the main factor\n[02:36.23] [b-real]\n[02:36.90] my nigga sen's rollin again, remember when\n[02:38.36] we rocked shows, battlin foes, the time's been long\n[02:40.99] strong with the styles, you ain't hear to win\n[02:42.57] like blood pourin out of the pen, the ink stains\n[02:44.69] slim chance if it gets in your brain, the hot flash\n[02:47.04] got you heated with repeated attacks over the tracks\n[02:49.20] smack niggaz up, back niggaz up, hack niggaz up\n[02:50.91] jack niggaz up, hangin the wack niggaz up\n[02:53.89] snowball effect, we rollin the city limits\n[02:55.61] crushin the bitch-ass niggaz with all the gimmicks\n[02:57.82] Chorus\n[02:59.30] [sen dog]\n[03:18.53] checkmate fool!\n[03:33.55] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Cypress Hill - IV - Checkmate\n 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Here we go y'all, that's the nigga head dog\n lunatic smokin loops, loose in your sector\n got my eye on em, on the apparatus\n like a bone to a dog, yea you know i gotta have it\n anywhere you get it shit, and i'ma grab it\n turn around stares to your face and i jab it\n drop you, like one of those ill bad habits\n hunt you, like a hillbilly huntin a rabbit\n cuttin niggaz up like muggs on the wheels\n for reals, penetentiary steel\n pull heads to bed from the choke of a headlock\n fadin baldheads to perms, even dreadlocks\n bwoy, rudebwoy with me style\n i can get foul or wild, or just cool for a while\n Chorus: b-real, sen dog\n (checkmate fool!) hang em high\n got the live shit, bang em whenever you/he wanna try\n shoot to thrill, be at the hill, i/we take em all\n (checkmate fool!) wherever the pawns fall\n * repeat 2x *\n [b-real]\n look look punk, every way you get shook\n to the pawn, takin out the rook, off of the book\n lights get tooken, taken you for satan\n you can't breathe, no need to look up and see me\n the last hope, when you mellow you call whoever\n for the hype shit, you call the hill, put it together\n runnin this game, bringin the same, raw shit\n over the hills, through the city we come equipped\n to the letter, keepin your temperature down low\n what i reveal, the good shit to heal all souls\n makin you roll late night, you trippin, my game's tight\n to the new shit i bring, never the same hype\n so push that shit off, get up, don't let off\n no matter how much blood you spit up\n you could never be, fuckin with greenthumb\n the outcome's specific, you spliff it, collapsed lung\n we hit hard, breakin your guard, you can't tell\n when the bells ring, bustin your shell, the pawn fell\n Chorus\n (peek-a-boo, you fuck you!)\n [sen dog]\n i'ma freak that funk yea slam it in the trunk\n i'ma kill all junk with the suicide clunk\n ain't nobody came my way, talkin bout\n the westside of l.a., so whatever\n punk-ass click you claim, you keep bumpin that shit\n and elevate your frame, cause i want that\n big-time, asshole, studio gangsta\n worth a lot of shit, but that's not the main factor\n [b-real]\n my nigga sen's rollin again, remember when\n we rocked shows, battlin foes, the time's been long\n strong with the styles, you ain't hear to win\n like blood pourin out of the pen, the ink stains\n slim chance if it gets in your brain, the hot flash\n got you heated with repeated attacks over the tracks\n smack niggaz up, back niggaz up, hack niggaz up\n jack niggaz up, hangin the wack niggaz up\n snowball effect, we rollin the city limits\n crushin the bitch-ass niggaz with all the gimmicks\n Chorus\n [sen dog]\n checkmate fool!\n"},{"id":5331914,"name":"Checkmate (Live Version)","trackName":"Checkmate (Live Version)","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Cypress Hill: Live at the Fillmore","duration":210.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Bout to mash these niggaz man\nDon't come in my backyard motherfucker\nHahaha, b-real and the dog, motherfucker!\nHa! yeah\nHere we go y'all, that's the nigga head dog\nLunatic smokin loops, loose in your sector\nGot my eye on em, on the apparatus\nLike a bone to a dog, yea you know i gotta have it\nAnywhere you get it shit, and i'ma grab it\nTurn around stares to your face and i jab it\nDrop you, like one of those ill bad habits\nHunt you, like a hillbilly huntin a rabbit\nCuttin niggaz up like muggs on the wheels\nFor reals, penetentiary steel\nPull heads to bed from the choke of a headlock\nFadin baldheads to perms, even dreadlocks\nBwoy, rudebwoy with me style\nI can get foul or wild, or just cool for a while\nB-real, sen dog\n(Checkmate fool!) hang em high\nGot the live shit, bang em whenever you/he wanna try\nShoot to thrill, be at the hill, i/we take em all\n(Checkmate fool!) wherever the pawns fall\n* Repeat 2x *\nLook look punk, every way you get shook\nTo the pawn, takin out the rook, off of the book\nLights get tooken, taken you for satan\nYou can't breathe, no need to look up and see me\nThe last hope, when you mellow you call whoever\nFor the hype shit, you call the hill, put it together\nRunnin this game, bringin the same, raw shit\nOver the hills, through the city we come equipped\nTo the letter, keepin your temperature down low\nWhat i reveal, the good shit to heal all souls\nMakin you roll late night, you trippin, my game's tight\nTo the new shit i bring, never the same hype\nSo push that shit off, get up, don't let off\nNo matter how much blood you spit up\nYou could never be, fuckin with greenthumb\nThe outcome's specific, you spliff it, collapsed lung\nWe hit hard, breakin your guard, you can't tell\nWhen the bells ring, bustin your shell, the pawn fell\n(Peek-a-boo, you fuck you!)\nI'ma freak that funk yea slam it in the trunk\nI'ma kill all junk with the suicide clunk\nAin't nobody came my way, talkin bout\nThe westside of l.a., so whatever\nPunk-ass click you claim, you keep bumpin that shit\nAnd elevate your frame, cause i want that\nBig-time, asshole, studio gangsta\nWorth a lot of shit, but that's not the main factor\nMy nigga sen's rollin again, remember when\nWe rocked shows, battlin foes, the time's been long\nStrong with the styles, you ain't hear to win\nLike blood pourin out of the pen, the ink stains\nSlim chance if it gets in your brain, the hot flash\nGot you heated with repeated attacks over the tracks\nSmack niggaz up, back niggaz up, hack niggaz up\nJack niggaz up, hangin the wack niggaz up\nSnowball effect, we rollin the city limits\nCrushin the bitch-ass niggaz with all the gimmicks\nCheckmate fool!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Checkmate (Live Version)\n artist: Cypress Hill\n album: 'Cypress Hill: Live at the Fillmore'\n duration_ms: 210000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Bout to mash these niggaz man\n Don't come in my backyard motherfucker\n Hahaha, b-real and the dog, motherfucker!\n Ha! yeah\n Here we go y'all, that's the nigga head dog\n Lunatic smokin loops, loose in your sector\n Got my eye on em, on the apparatus\n Like a bone to a dog, yea you know i gotta have it\n Anywhere you get it shit, and i'ma grab it\n Turn around stares to your face and i jab it\n Drop you, like one of those ill bad habits\n Hunt you, like a hillbilly huntin a rabbit\n Cuttin niggaz up like muggs on the wheels\n For reals, penetentiary steel\n Pull heads to bed from the choke of a headlock\n Fadin baldheads to perms, even dreadlocks\n Bwoy, rudebwoy with me style\n I can get foul or wild, or just cool for a while\n B-real, sen dog\n (Checkmate fool!) hang em high\n Got the live shit, bang em whenever you/he wanna try\n Shoot to thrill, be at the hill, i/we take em all\n (Checkmate fool!) wherever the pawns fall\n * Repeat 2x *\n Look look punk, every way you get shook\n To the pawn, takin out the rook, off of the book\n Lights get tooken, taken you for satan\n You can't breathe, no need to look up and see me\n The last hope, when you mellow you call whoever\n For the hype shit, you call the hill, put it together\n Runnin this game, bringin the same, raw shit\n Over the hills, through the city we come equipped\n To the letter, keepin your temperature down low\n What i reveal, the good shit to heal all souls\n Makin you roll late night, you trippin, my game's tight\n To the new shit i bring, never the same hype\n So push that shit off, get up, don't let off\n No matter how much blood you spit up\n You could never be, fuckin with greenthumb\n The outcome's specific, you spliff it, collapsed lung\n We hit hard, breakin your guard, you can't tell\n When the bells ring, bustin your shell, the pawn fell\n (Peek-a-boo, you fuck you!)\n I'ma freak that funk yea slam it in the trunk\n I'ma kill all junk with the suicide clunk\n Ain't nobody came my way, talkin bout\n The westside of l.a., so whatever\n Punk-ass click you claim, you keep bumpin that shit\n And elevate your frame, cause i want that\n Big-time, asshole, studio gangsta\n Worth a lot of shit, but that's not the main factor\n My nigga sen's rollin again, remember when\n We rocked shows, battlin foes, the time's been long\n Strong with the styles, you ain't hear to win\n Like blood pourin out of the pen, the ink stains\n Slim chance if it gets in your brain, the hot flash\n Got you heated with repeated attacks over the tracks\n Smack niggaz up, back niggaz up, hack niggaz up\n Jack niggaz up, hangin the wack niggaz up\n Snowball effect, we rollin the city limits\n Crushin the bitch-ass niggaz with all the gimmicks\n Checkmate fool!\n"},{"id":1146533,"name":"Checkmate (Hang'em High Remix)","trackName":"Checkmate (Hang'em High Remix)","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Cypress Hill: Live at the Fillmore","duration":242.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"1st verse -- Senen\n\nHere we go yall its that nigga hecta\nLunatic Smokin loop loose in your sector\nGot my eye on the money apparatus\nLike a dog to a bone yeah, you know I gotta have it\nAnywhere near the shit and I'm a grab it\nTurn around spin see your face and jab it\nDrop you like one of these ill Bad Habits\nHunt you like a HillBilly Huntin Rabbit\nCutting niggas up like Muggs on the wheel\nFor real penitentiary steel\nPut heads to Bed from a choke of a Head Lock\nFadin bald heads to perms and even dred locks\nBway Rude boy wit my Style I could get foul or wild\nOr breakfool for awhile\n\n2nd verse -- B Real\n\nLook, look, look\nEverywhere you get shook,\nFrom the pawn takin out the rook\nAll by the book.\nLives get took and takin you're pulsating,\nYou Can't breath no need to look up and see me.\nYour last hope, when you want mellow you call whoever, for the\nHype shit you call the Hill\nPut it together.\nRunnin this game, bringin the same raw shit,\nOver the Hill and through the city\nWe come equipt.\nTo the letter bringin your temperature down low, what I reveal,\nThe good shit to heal all souls.\nMakin you roll late night,\nYou're trippin my games tight.\nWith the new shit I bring it's never the same hype.\nSo push that shit up, get up\nDon't let up.\nNo matter how much blood you spit up.\nYou can never be fuckin with Greenthumb.\nThe outcome specific, you spliff it calapsed lung.\nWe hit hard breakin you guard\nYou can tell when the bells ring we're bustin your shell\nThe pawns fell.\n\n(Hook)\n\nCheck mate fool, Hang 'em high.\nGot the live shit bangin, when ever you wanna try.\nShoot to thrill, via the Hill we take 'em all,\nCheck mate fool where ever the pawns fall...(repeat)\n\nI'm a freak that funk\nAnd slam it in the trunk\nI'm a kill all junk\nWith a suicide punk\nAin't nobody came my way\nTalkin' bout the Westide of LA\nSo whatever punk ass\nClick you claim\nKeep poppin that shit\nAnd I'm a bent you frame\n'Cause I want that\nBig time asshole\nStudio gangsta\nWoof all of that shit\nBut left out the main factor\n\nMy nigga Sen's, rollin again\nRemember when, we rocked shows\nBattling foes, the time's been\nLong. Strong with the styles you're in\nHear the wind. Like blood pourin out of the pen\nThe ink stains slim chance if it get in your brain.\nThe hot flash got you heated,\nWith repeated attacks over the tracks\nSmack niggas up, back niggas up,\nHack niggas up, jack niggas up,\nHangin the whack niggas up.\nSnowfall effect we're rollin the city limits\nCrushin the bitch ass niggas with all the gimics...(HOOK).","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Checkmate (Hang'em High Remix)\n artist: Cypress Hill\n album: 'Cypress Hill: Live at the Fillmore'\n duration_ms: 242000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n 1st verse -- Senen\n\n Here we go yall its that nigga hecta\n Lunatic Smokin loop loose in your sector\n Got my eye on the money apparatus\n Like a dog to a bone yeah, you know I gotta have it\n Anywhere near the shit and I'm a grab it\n Turn around spin see your face and jab it\n Drop you like one of these ill Bad Habits\n Hunt you like a HillBilly Huntin Rabbit\n Cutting niggas up like Muggs on the wheel\n For real penitentiary steel\n Put heads to Bed from a choke of a Head Lock\n Fadin bald heads to perms and even dred locks\n Bway Rude boy wit my Style I could get foul or wild\n Or breakfool for awhile\n\n 2nd verse -- B Real\n\n Look, look, look\n Everywhere you get shook,\n From the pawn takin out the rook\n All by the book.\n Lives get took and takin you're pulsating,\n You Can't breath no need to look up and see me.\n Your last hope, when you want mellow you call whoever, for the\n Hype shit you call the Hill\n Put it together.\n Runnin this game, bringin the same raw shit,\n Over the Hill and through the city\n We come equipt.\n To the letter bringin your temperature down low, what I reveal,\n The good shit to heal all souls.\n Makin you roll late night,\n You're trippin my games tight.\n With the new shit I bring it's never the same hype.\n So push that shit up, get up\n Don't let up.\n No matter how much blood you spit up.\n You can never be fuckin with Greenthumb.\n The outcome specific, you spliff it calapsed lung.\n We hit hard breakin you guard\n You can tell when the bells ring we're bustin your shell\n The pawns fell.\n\n (Hook)\n\n Check mate fool, Hang 'em high.\n Got the live shit bangin, when ever you wanna try.\n Shoot to thrill, via the Hill we take 'em all,\n Check mate fool where ever the pawns fall...(repeat)\n\n I'm a freak that funk\n And slam it in the trunk\n I'm a kill all junk\n With a suicide punk\n Ain't nobody came my way\n Talkin' bout the Westide of LA\n So whatever punk ass\n Click you claim\n Keep poppin that shit\n And I'm a bent you frame\n 'Cause I want that\n Big time asshole\n Studio gangsta\n Woof all of that shit\n But left out the main factor\n\n My nigga Sen's, rollin again\n Remember when, we rocked shows\n Battling foes, the time's been\n Long. Strong with the styles you're in\n Hear the wind. 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text: 'Tira '\n start_ms: 179640\n - text: 'la '\n start_ms: 179910\n - text: 'bala '\n start_ms: 180030\n - text: 'de '\n start_ms: 180300\n - text: 'la '\n start_ms: 180390\n - text: 'loma '\n start_ms: 180450\n - text: 'con '\n start_ms: 180840\n - text: 'la '\n start_ms: 180990\n - text: bomba\n start_ms: 181110\n- text: (Checkeame tú) ten cuidado que no te rompa\n start_ms: 182080\n end_ms: 197560\n words:\n - text: '(Checkeame '\n start_ms: 182080\n - text: 'tú) '\n start_ms: 182110\n - text: 'ten '\n start_ms: 182320\n - text: 'cuidado '\n start_ms: 182500\n - text: 'que '\n start_ms: 184090\n - text: 'no '\n start_ms: 195670\n - text: 'te '\n start_ms: 197080\n - text: rompa\n start_ms: 197530\nplain: |-\n Ahí vamos caballero, ese el negro lo correcta\n No me llames policía porque nada te protecta\n\n Empina ese pie, persina más un poquito\n Con el perro a hueso yo lo necesito\n Si estás a 5 pies de mí, yo te lo quito\n Pido la espalda, tas ahí, un payasito\n\n Te tumbo, como un control remado\n Te persigo y te sigo y te meto como un palo\n Juntando raperos como modos en la mesa\n Sorpresa, te rompí la cabeza\n\n Te pongo a dormir, con abrazo de pescuezo\n No me importa lo que tengo que hacer, yo hago queso\n Pásele, cuidado con mi estilo\n Te mato bien matado, ya dormí un ratico\n\n (Checkeame tú) te cuelgo alto\n Tenemos lo que suena, vente y te parto\n Tira la bala de la loma con la bomba\n (Checkeame tú) ten cuidado que no te rompa\n\n (Checkeame tú) yo' te cuelgo alto\n Tenemos lo que suena, vente y te parto\n Tira la bala de la loma con la bomba\n (Checkeame tú) ten cuidado que no te rompa\n\n Mira, mira, ten cuidado, ponte en fila\n Matando raperos y quitándote la vida\n Me llevo la tuya, simple, no vales nada\n El último imagen que ves, es mi cara\n\n Si quieres la bomba na' más, llámenme a mi\n Cypress Hill vive, siempre 'tamos aquí\n Corriendo el juego con el mismo fuego\n Quemando los demás, tirándolo en el hueco\n\n Ya después que queme, yo bajo la llama\n Corre, escóndete bajo la cama\n No te hagas bobo, mi juego apretado\n Listo, preparado, como un soldado\n\n Te corto tan malo tu madre ni te conoce\n ¿A cuántos se lo hice? Tengo más que 12\n No juegues conmigo, tengo dedo cohete\n Ten mucho cuidado o está en la muerte\n\n Pego duro, tan duro que tú no sabes\n Cuando suene la campana eres uno de mis esclavas\n\n (Checkeame tú) te cuelgo alto\n Tenemos lo que suena, vente y te parto\n Tira la bala de la loma con la bomba\n (Checkeame tú) ten cuidado que no te rompa\n\n (Checkeame tú) yo' te cuelgo alto\n Tenemos lo que suena, vente y te parto\n Tira la bala de la loma con la bomba\n (Checkeame tú) ten cuidado que no te rompa\n\n Voy a patear (uh) como un sonero\n Dame mi dinero, lo meto en el maletero\n Y nadie ha venido a mi\n Hablando del oeste, largo de aquí\n So como quieras\n\n Y no me importa a qué grupo tú perteneces\n No venga por aquí hablando tierra ese\n Como les tumbo pandilleros, se derriten como hielo\n Les gusta hablar mucho pero no tienen huevos\n\n Mis negros están en juego, no te recuerdas\n Haciendo los shows rapeando contra cualquiera\n Fuerte con estilo que gente ni sabía\n Mira que matamos a muchos ese día\n\n No tenían chance, los desbaratamos\n Y hasta este día todavía melozamos\n Vete pa' tras, negro te doy patadas\n No vale na, dale con la mota\n Te rompo la quijada, estoy en tu ciudad\n Si tienes una esposa la dejo viuda\n\n (Checkeame tú) te cuelgo alto\n Tenemos lo que suena, vente y te parto\n Tira la bala de la loma con la bomba\n (Checkeame tú) ten cuidado que no te rompa\n\n (Checkeame tú) yo' te cuelgo alto\n Tenemos lo que suena, vente y te parto\n Tira la bala de la loma con la bomba\n (Checkeame tú) ten cuidado que no te rompa\n"},{"id":7688470,"name":"Checkmate (Hang Em High remix)","trackName":"Checkmate (Hang Em High remix)","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Strictly Hip Hop: The Best of Cypress Hill","duration":242.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"1st verse -- Senen\n\nHere we go yall its that nigga hecta\nLunatic Smokin loop loose in your sector\nGot my eye on the money apparatus\nLike a dog to a bone yeah, you know I gotta have it\nAnywhere near the shit and I'm a grab it\nTurn around spin see your face and jab it\nDrop you like one of these ill Bad Habits\nHunt you like a HillBilly Huntin Rabbit\nCutting niggas up like Muggs on the wheel\nFor real penitentiary steel\nPut heads to Bed from a choke of a Head Lock\nFadin bald heads to perms and even dred locks\nBway Rude boy wit my Style I could get foul or wild\nOr breakfool for awhile\n\n2nd verse -- B Real\n\nLook, look, look\nEverywhere you get shook,\nFrom the pawn takin out the rook\nAll by the book.\nLives get took and takin you're pulsating,\nYou Can't breath no need to look up and see me.\nYour last hope, when you want mellow you call whoever, for the\nHype shit you call the Hill\nPut it together.\nRunnin this game, bringin the same raw shit,\nOver the Hill and through the city\nWe come equipt.\nTo the letter bringin your temperature down low, what I reveal,\nThe good shit to heal all souls.\nMakin you roll late night,\nYou're trippin my games tight.\nWith the new shit I bring it's never the same hype.\nSo push that shit up, get up\nDon't let up.\nNo matter how much blood you spit up.\nYou can never be fuckin with Greenthumb.\nThe outcome specific, you spliff it calapsed lung.\nWe hit hard breakin you guard\nYou can tell when the bells ring we're bustin your shell\nThe pawns fell.\n\n(Hook)\n\nCheck mate fool, Hang 'em high.\nGot the live shit bangin, when ever you wanna try.\nShoot to thrill, via the Hill we take 'em all,\nCheck mate fool where ever the pawns fall...(repeat)\n\nI'm a freak that funk\nAnd slam it in the trunk\nI'm a kill all junk\nWith a suicide punk\nAin't nobody came my way\nTalkin' bout the Westide of LA\nSo whatever punk ass\nClick you claim\nKeep poppin that shit\nAnd I'm a bent you frame\n'Cause I want that\nBig time asshole\nStudio gangsta\nWoof all of that shit\nBut left out the main factor\n\nMy nigga Sen's, rollin again\nRemember when, we rocked shows\nBattling foes, the time's been\nLong. Strong with the styles you're in\nHear the wind. Like blood pourin out of the pen\nThe ink stains slim chance if it get in your brain.\nThe hot flash got you heated,\nWith repeated attacks over the tracks\nSmack niggas up, back niggas up,\nHack niggas up, jack niggas up,\nHangin the whack niggas up.\nSnowfall effect we're rollin the city limits\nCrushin the bitch ass niggas with all the gimics...(HOOK).","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Checkmate (Hang Em High remix)\n artist: Cypress Hill\n album: 'Strictly Hip Hop: The Best of Cypress Hill'\n duration_ms: 242000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n 1st verse -- Senen\n\n Here we go yall its that nigga hecta\n Lunatic Smokin loop loose in your sector\n Got my eye on the money apparatus\n Like a dog to a bone yeah, you know I gotta have it\n Anywhere near the shit and I'm a grab it\n Turn around spin see your face and jab it\n Drop you like one of these ill Bad Habits\n Hunt you like a HillBilly Huntin Rabbit\n Cutting niggas up like Muggs on the wheel\n For real penitentiary steel\n Put heads to Bed from a choke of a Head Lock\n Fadin bald heads to perms and even dred locks\n Bway Rude boy wit my Style I could get foul or wild\n Or breakfool for awhile\n\n 2nd verse -- B Real\n\n Look, look, look\n Everywhere you get shook,\n From the pawn takin out the rook\n All by the book.\n Lives get took and takin you're pulsating,\n You Can't breath no need to look up and see me.\n Your last hope, when you want mellow you call whoever, for the\n Hype shit you call the Hill\n Put it together.\n Runnin this game, bringin the same raw shit,\n Over the Hill and through the city\n We come equipt.\n To the letter bringin your temperature down low, what I reveal,\n The good shit to heal all souls.\n Makin you roll late night,\n You're trippin my games tight.\n With the new shit I bring it's never the same hype.\n So push that shit up, get up\n Don't let up.\n No matter how much blood you spit up.\n You can never be fuckin with Greenthumb.\n The outcome specific, you spliff it calapsed lung.\n We hit hard breakin you guard\n You can tell when the bells ring we're bustin your shell\n The pawns fell.\n\n (Hook)\n\n Check mate fool, Hang 'em high.\n Got the live shit bangin, when ever you wanna try.\n Shoot to thrill, via the Hill we take 'em all,\n Check mate fool where ever the pawns fall...(repeat)\n\n I'm a freak that funk\n And slam it in the trunk\n I'm a kill all junk\n With a suicide punk\n Ain't nobody came my way\n Talkin' bout the Westide of LA\n So whatever punk ass\n Click you claim\n Keep poppin that shit\n And I'm a bent you frame\n 'Cause I want that\n Big time asshole\n Studio gangsta\n Woof all of that shit\n But left out the main factor\n\n My nigga Sen's, rollin again\n Remember when, we rocked shows\n Battling foes, the time's been\n Long. Strong with the styles you're in\n Hear the wind. Like blood pourin out of the pen\n The ink stains slim chance if it get in your brain.\n The hot flash got you heated,\n With repeated attacks over the tracks\n Smack niggas up, back niggas up,\n Hack niggas up, jack niggas up,\n Hangin the whack niggas up.\n Snowfall effect we're rollin the city limits\n Crushin the bitch ass niggas with all the gimics...(HOOK).\n"},{"id":28483623,"name":"Checkmate (Hang'em High Remix Radio Edit)","trackName":"Checkmate (Hang'em High Remix Radio Edit)","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Strictly Hip Hop: The Best Of Cypress Hill","duration":241.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"'Bout to mash these ______, man\nDon't come in my backyard m_____ ______\nStay the fuck out, holmes\nBeware of the dog ______ ______\n\nHear we go y'all that's the _____ head dog\nLunatic smoke a loop loose in your center\n\nGot my eye on a money apparatus\nLike a bone to a dog ya you know who gotta have it\n\nAnyway you get ____, and I'm a grab it\nTurn around stares to your face then I jab it\nDrop you, like one of those ill bad habits\nHunt you, like a hillbilly huntin' a rabbit\n\nCuttin' _____z up like Muggs on the wheel\nFor reals, penitentiary steel\n\nPut heads the best I'm a choke of a headlock\nFaded baldheads the perms even dreadlocks\n\nWhy, grouse boy with the style\nI could get file or wild or break full for awhile\n\nCheckmate fool\nHang 'em high\nGot the live ____ bangin' whenever you wanna try\nShoot the grill, B of the Hill I take 'em all\nCheckmate fool\nWherever the pawns fall\nCheckmate fool\nHang 'em high\nGot the live ____ bangin' whenever you wanna try\nShoot the grill, me and the Hill we take 'em all\nCheckmate fool\nWherever the pawns fall\n\nLook look look everywhere you're gettin' shook\nTo the pawn takin' out the rook gone by the book\n\nLives get took and takin' you're pulsatin', you can't breathe\nNo need to look up and see me\n\nThe last hope, when you want mellow you call whoever\nFor the hype s___ you call the Hill put it together\n\nRunnin' this game, bringin' the same raw ____\nOver the hi___, through the city we come equipped\n\nTo the lead out, keepin' your temperature down low\nWhat I reveal the good ____ to heal all souls\n\nMakin' you roll late night, you trippin' my game's tight\nTo the new s___ I bring, never the same hype\n\nSo push that s___ up, get up, don't let up\nNo matter how much blood you spit up\n\nYou can never be ______ with Greenthumb\nThe outcome's specific you spliff it collapsed lung\n\nWe hit hard, breakin' your guard you can't tell\nWhen the bells ring bustin' your shell the pawns fell\n\nCheckmate fool\nHang 'em high\nGot the live ____ bangin' whenever you wanna try\nShoot the grill, me and the Hill we take 'em all\nCheckmate fool\nWherever the pawns fall\nCheckmate fool\nHang 'em high\nGot the live ____ bangin' whenever you wanna try\nShoot the grill, me and the Hill we take 'em all\nCheckmate fool\nWherever the pawns fall\n\nPeek-a-boo you f___ you\n\nI'm a freak that funk and slam it in the trunk\nI'm a kill all chumps with the suicide dump\n\nAin't nobody came my way\nTalk about the Westside of L.A.\nSo whatever, punk ass clique you claim\nYou keep pumpin' that ____ and I'm a bent your frame\n\n'Cause I want that big time _______ studio gangsta\nPoof a lot shit buildin' up the main factor\n\n__ _____ Sen's rollin' again, remember when\nWe rocked shows battlin' foes the time been\n\nLong, strong with the styles you in here to win\nLike blood pourin' outta the pen\n\nThe ink stains, slim chance if it gets in your brain the hot flash\nGot you heated with repeated attacks over the tracks\n\nSmack _____z up, back _____z up, hack _____z up\nJack ______ __, hangin' the whack ______ __\n\nSnowball effect we rollin' the city limits\nCrushin' the b____ ___ ______ with all the gimmicks\n\nCheckmate fool\nHang 'em high\nGot the live ____ bangin' whenever you wanna try\nShoot the grill, me and the Hill we take 'em all\nCheckmate fool\nWherever the pawns fall\nCheckmate fool\nHang 'em high\nGot the live ____ bangin' whenever you wanna try\nShoot the grill, me and the Hill we take 'em all\nCheckmate fool\nWherever the pawns fall\n\nCheckmate fool\n\nCheckmate fool","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Checkmate (Hang'em High Remix Radio Edit)\n artist: Cypress Hill\n album: 'Strictly Hip Hop: The Best Of Cypress Hill'\n duration_ms: 241000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n 'Bout to mash these ______, man\n Don't come in my backyard m_____ ______\n Stay the fuck out, holmes\n Beware of the dog ______ ______\n\n Hear we go y'all that's the _____ head dog\n Lunatic smoke a loop loose in your center\n\n Got my eye on a money apparatus\n Like a bone to a dog ya you know who gotta have it\n\n Anyway you get ____, and I'm a grab it\n Turn around stares to your face then I jab it\n Drop you, like one of those ill bad habits\n Hunt you, like a hillbilly huntin' a rabbit\n\n Cuttin' _____z up like Muggs on the wheel\n For reals, penitentiary steel\n\n Put heads the best I'm a choke of a headlock\n Faded baldheads the perms even dreadlocks\n\n Why, grouse boy with the style\n I could get file or wild or break full for awhile\n\n Checkmate fool\n Hang 'em high\n Got the live ____ bangin' whenever you wanna try\n Shoot the grill, B of the Hill I take 'em all\n Checkmate fool\n Wherever the pawns fall\n Checkmate fool\n Hang 'em high\n Got the live ____ bangin' whenever you wanna try\n Shoot the grill, me and the Hill we take 'em all\n Checkmate fool\n Wherever the pawns fall\n\n Look look look everywhere you're gettin' shook\n To the pawn takin' out the rook gone by the book\n\n Lives get took and takin' you're pulsatin', you can't breathe\n No need to look up and see me\n\n The last hope, when you want mellow you call whoever\n For the hype s___ you call the Hill put it together\n\n Runnin' this game, bringin' the same raw ____\n Over the hi___, through the city we come equipped\n\n To the lead out, keepin' your temperature down low\n What I reveal the good ____ to heal all souls\n\n Makin' you roll late night, you trippin' my game's tight\n To the new s___ I bring, never the same hype\n\n So push that s___ up, get up, don't let up\n No matter how much blood you spit up\n\n You can never be ______ with Greenthumb\n The outcome's specific you spliff it collapsed lung\n\n We hit hard, breakin' your guard you can't tell\n When the bells ring bustin' your shell the pawns fell\n\n Checkmate fool\n Hang 'em high\n Got the live ____ bangin' whenever you wanna try\n Shoot the grill, me and the Hill we take 'em all\n Checkmate fool\n Wherever the pawns fall\n Checkmate fool\n Hang 'em high\n Got the live ____ bangin' whenever you wanna try\n Shoot the grill, me and the Hill we take 'em all\n Checkmate fool\n Wherever the pawns fall\n\n Peek-a-boo you f___ you\n\n I'm a freak that funk and slam it in the trunk\n I'm a kill all chumps with the suicide dump\n\n Ain't nobody came my way\n Talk about the Westside of L.A.\n So whatever, punk ass clique you claim\n You keep pumpin' that ____ and I'm a bent your frame\n\n 'Cause I want that big time _______ studio gangsta\n Poof a lot shit buildin' up the main factor\n\n __ _____ Sen's rollin' again, remember when\n We rocked shows battlin' foes the time been\n\n Long, strong with the styles you in here to win\n Like blood pourin' outta the pen\n\n The ink stains, slim chance if it gets in your brain the hot flash\n Got you heated with repeated attacks over the tracks\n\n Smack _____z up, back _____z up, hack _____z up\n Jack ______ __, hangin' the whack ______ __\n\n Snowball effect we rollin' the city limits\n Crushin' the b____ ___ ______ with all the gimmicks\n\n Checkmate fool\n Hang 'em high\n Got the live ____ bangin' whenever you wanna try\n Shoot the grill, me and the Hill we take 'em all\n Checkmate fool\n Wherever the pawns fall\n Checkmate fool\n Hang 'em high\n Got the live ____ bangin' whenever you wanna try\n Shoot the grill, me and the Hill we take 'em all\n Checkmate fool\n Wherever the pawns fall\n\n Checkmate fool\n\n Checkmate fool\n"},{"id":37922961,"name":"Checkmate (Hang Em High Remix)","trackName":"Checkmate (Hang Em High Remix)","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Strictly Hip Hop: The Best Of Cypress Hill (1)","duration":241.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"1st verse -- Senen\n\nHere we go yall its that nigga hecta\nLunatic Smokin loop loose in your sector\nGot my eye on the money apparatus\nLike a dog to a bone yeah, you know I gotta have it\nAnywhere near the shit and I'm a grab it\nTurn around spin see your face and jab it\nDrop you like one of these ill Bad Habits\nHunt you like a HillBilly Huntin Rabbit\nCutting niggas up like Muggs on the wheel\nFor real penitentiary steel\nPut heads to Bed from a choke of a Head Lock\nFadin bald heads to perms and even dred locks\nBway Rude boy wit my Style I could get foul or wild\nOr breakfool for awhile\n\n2nd verse -- B Real\n\nLook, look, look\nEverywhere you get shook,\nFrom the pawn takin out the rook\nAll by the book.\nLives get took and takin you're pulsating,\nYou Can't breath no need to look up and see me.\nYour last hope, when you want mellow you call whoever, for the\nHype shit you call the Hill\nPut it together.\nRunnin this game, bringin the same raw shit,\nOver the Hill and through the city\nWe come equipt.\nTo the letter bringin your temperature down low, what I reveal,\nThe good shit to heal all souls.\nMakin you roll late night,\nYou're trippin my games tight.\nWith the new shit I bring it's never the same hype.\nSo push that shit up, get up\nDon't let up.\nNo matter how much blood you spit up.\nYou can never be fuckin with Greenthumb.\nThe outcome specific, you spliff it calapsed lung.\nWe hit hard breakin you guard\nYou can tell when the bells ring we're bustin your shell\nThe pawns fell.\n\n(Hook)\n\nCheck mate fool, Hang 'em high.\nGot the live shit bangin, when ever you wanna try.\nShoot to thrill, via the Hill we take 'em all,\nCheck mate fool where ever the pawns fall...(repeat)\n\nI'm a freak that funk\nAnd slam it in the trunk\nI'm a kill all junk\nWith a suicide punk\nAin't nobody came my way\nTalkin' bout the Westide of LA\nSo whatever punk ass\nClick you claim\nKeep poppin that shit\nAnd I'm a bent you frame\n'Cause I want that\nBig time asshole\nStudio gangsta\nWoof all of that shit\nBut left out the main factor\n\nMy nigga Sen's, rollin again\nRemember when, we rocked shows\nBattling foes, the time's been\nLong. Strong with the styles you're in\nHear the wind. Like blood pourin out of the pen\nThe ink stains slim chance if it get in your brain.\nThe hot flash got you heated,\nWith repeated attacks over the tracks\nSmack niggas up, back niggas up,\nHack niggas up, jack niggas up,\nHangin the whack niggas up.\nSnowfall effect we're rollin the city limits\nCrushin the bitch ass niggas with all the gimics...(HOOK).","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Checkmate (Hang Em High Remix)\n artist: Cypress Hill\n album: 'Strictly Hip Hop: The Best Of Cypress Hill (1)'\n duration_ms: 241476\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n 1st verse -- Senen\n\n Here we go yall its that nigga hecta\n Lunatic Smokin loop loose in your sector\n Got my eye on the money apparatus\n Like a dog to a bone yeah, you know I gotta have it\n Anywhere near the shit and I'm a grab it\n Turn around spin see your face and jab it\n Drop you like one of these ill Bad Habits\n Hunt you like a HillBilly Huntin Rabbit\n Cutting niggas up like Muggs on the wheel\n For real penitentiary steel\n Put heads to Bed from a choke of a Head Lock\n Fadin bald heads to perms and even dred locks\n Bway Rude boy wit my Style I could get foul or wild\n Or breakfool for awhile\n\n 2nd verse -- B Real\n\n Look, look, look\n Everywhere you get shook,\n From the pawn takin out the rook\n All by the book.\n Lives get took and takin you're pulsating,\n You Can't breath no need to look up and see me.\n Your last hope, when you want mellow you call whoever, for the\n Hype shit you call the Hill\n Put it together.\n Runnin this game, bringin the same raw shit,\n Over the Hill and through the city\n We come equipt.\n To the letter bringin your temperature down low, what I reveal,\n The good shit to heal all souls.\n Makin you roll late night,\n You're trippin my games tight.\n With the new shit I bring it's never the same hype.\n So push that shit up, get up\n Don't let up.\n No matter how much blood you spit up.\n You can never be fuckin with Greenthumb.\n The outcome specific, you spliff it calapsed lung.\n We hit hard breakin you guard\n You can tell when the bells ring we're bustin your shell\n The pawns fell.\n\n (Hook)\n\n Check mate fool, Hang 'em high.\n Got the live shit bangin, when ever you wanna try.\n Shoot to thrill, via the Hill we take 'em all,\n Check mate fool where ever the pawns fall...(repeat)\n\n I'm a freak that funk\n And slam it in the trunk\n I'm a kill all junk\n With a suicide punk\n Ain't nobody came my way\n Talkin' bout the Westide of LA\n So whatever punk ass\n Click you claim\n Keep poppin that shit\n And I'm a bent you frame\n 'Cause I want that\n Big time asshole\n Studio gangsta\n Woof all of that shit\n But left out the main factor\n\n My nigga Sen's, rollin again\n Remember when, we rocked shows\n Battling foes, the time's been\n Long. Strong with the styles you're in\n Hear the wind. Like blood pourin out of the pen\n The ink stains slim chance if it get in your brain.\n The hot flash got you heated,\n With repeated attacks over the tracks\n Smack niggas up, back niggas up,\n Hack niggas up, jack niggas up,\n Hangin the whack niggas up.\n Snowfall effect we're rollin the city limits\n Crushin the bitch ass niggas with all the gimics...(HOOK).\n"},{"id":30916298,"name":"Checkmate (Hang Em High Remix)","trackName":"Checkmate (Hang Em High Remix)","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Strictly Hip Hop: The Best Of Cypress Hill (Disc 1)","duration":241.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"1st verse -- Senen\n\nHere we go yall its that nigga hecta\nLunatic Smokin loop loose in your sector\nGot my eye on the money apparatus\nLike a dog to a bone yeah, you know I gotta have it\nAnywhere near the shit and I'm a grab it\nTurn around spin see your face and jab it\nDrop you like one of these ill Bad Habits\nHunt you like a HillBilly Huntin Rabbit\nCutting niggas up like Muggs on the wheel\nFor real penitentiary steel\nPut heads to Bed from a choke of a Head Lock\nFadin bald heads to perms and even dred locks\nBway Rude boy wit my Style I could get foul or wild\nOr breakfool for awhile\n\n2nd verse -- B Real\n\nLook, look, look\nEverywhere you get shook,\nFrom the pawn takin out the rook\nAll by the book.\nLives get took and takin you're pulsating,\nYou Can't breath no need to look up and see me.\nYour last hope, when you want mellow you call whoever, for the\nHype shit you call the Hill\nPut it together.\nRunnin this game, bringin the same raw shit,\nOver the Hill and through the city\nWe come equipt.\nTo the letter bringin your temperature down low, what I reveal,\nThe good shit to heal all souls.\nMakin you roll late night,\nYou're trippin my games tight.\nWith the new shit I bring it's never the same hype.\nSo push that shit up, get up\nDon't let up.\nNo matter how much blood you spit up.\nYou can never be fuckin with Greenthumb.\nThe outcome specific, you spliff it calapsed lung.\nWe hit hard breakin you guard\nYou can tell when the bells ring we're bustin your shell\nThe pawns fell.\n\n(Hook)\n\nCheck mate fool, Hang 'em high.\nGot the live shit bangin, when ever you wanna try.\nShoot to thrill, via the Hill we take 'em all,\nCheck mate fool where ever the pawns fall...(repeat)\n\nI'm a freak that funk\nAnd slam it in the trunk\nI'm a kill all junk\nWith a suicide punk\nAin't nobody came my way\nTalkin' bout the Westide of LA\nSo whatever punk ass\nClick you claim\nKeep poppin that shit\nAnd I'm a bent you frame\n'Cause I want that\nBig time asshole\nStudio gangsta\nWoof all of that shit\nBut left out the main factor\n\nMy nigga Sen's, rollin again\nRemember when, we rocked shows\nBattling foes, the time's been\nLong. Strong with the styles you're in\nHear the wind. Like blood pourin out of the pen\nThe ink stains slim chance if it get in your brain.\nThe hot flash got you heated,\nWith repeated attacks over the tracks\nSmack niggas up, back niggas up,\nHack niggas up, jack niggas up,\nHangin the whack niggas up.\nSnowfall effect we're rollin the city limits\nCrushin the bitch ass niggas with all the gimics...(HOOK).","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Checkmate (Hang Em High Remix)\n artist: Cypress Hill\n album: 'Strictly Hip Hop: The Best Of Cypress Hill (Disc 1)'\n duration_ms: 241000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n 1st verse -- Senen\n\n Here we go yall its that nigga hecta\n Lunatic Smokin loop loose in your sector\n Got my eye on the money apparatus\n Like a dog to a bone yeah, you know I gotta have it\n Anywhere near the shit and I'm a grab it\n Turn around spin see your face and jab it\n Drop you like one of these ill Bad Habits\n Hunt you like a HillBilly Huntin Rabbit\n Cutting niggas up like Muggs on the wheel\n For real penitentiary steel\n Put heads to Bed from a choke of a Head Lock\n Fadin bald heads to perms and even dred locks\n Bway Rude boy wit my Style I could get foul or wild\n Or breakfool for awhile\n\n 2nd verse -- B Real\n\n Look, look, look\n Everywhere you get shook,\n From the pawn takin out the rook\n All by the book.\n Lives get took and takin you're pulsating,\n You Can't breath no need to look up and see me.\n Your last hope, when you want mellow you call whoever, for the\n Hype shit you call the Hill\n Put it together.\n Runnin this game, bringin the same raw shit,\n Over the Hill and through the city\n We come equipt.\n To the letter bringin your temperature down low, what I reveal,\n The good shit to heal all souls.\n Makin you roll late night,\n You're trippin my games tight.\n With the new shit I bring it's never the same hype.\n So push that shit up, get up\n Don't let up.\n No matter how much blood you spit up.\n You can never be fuckin with Greenthumb.\n The outcome specific, you spliff it calapsed lung.\n We hit hard breakin you guard\n You can tell when the bells ring we're bustin your shell\n The pawns fell.\n\n (Hook)\n\n Check mate fool, Hang 'em high.\n Got the live shit bangin, when ever you wanna try.\n Shoot to thrill, via the Hill we take 'em all,\n Check mate fool where ever the pawns fall...(repeat)\n\n I'm a freak that funk\n And slam it in the trunk\n I'm a kill all junk\n With a suicide punk\n Ain't nobody came my way\n Talkin' bout the Westide of LA\n So whatever punk ass\n Click you claim\n Keep poppin that shit\n And I'm a bent you frame\n 'Cause I want that\n Big time asshole\n Studio gangsta\n Woof all of that shit\n But left out the main factor\n\n My nigga Sen's, rollin again\n Remember when, we rocked shows\n Battling foes, the time's been\n Long. Strong with the styles you're in\n Hear the wind. Like blood pourin out of the pen\n The ink stains slim chance if it get in your brain.\n The hot flash got you heated,\n With repeated attacks over the tracks\n Smack niggas up, back niggas up,\n Hack niggas up, jack niggas up,\n Hangin the whack niggas up.\n Snowfall effect we're rollin the city limits\n Crushin the bitch ass niggas with all the gimics...(HOOK).\n"},{"id":25592869,"name":"Checkmate (Hang'em High Remix Radio Edit)","trackName":"Checkmate (Hang'em High Remix Radio Edit)","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Strictly Hip Hop: The Best Of Cypress Hill Cd1","duration":241.087275,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"'Bout to mash these ______, man\nDon't come in my backyard m_____ ______\nStay the fuck out, holmes\nBeware of the dog ______ ______\n\nHear we go y'all that's the _____ head dog\nLunatic smoke a loop loose in your center\n\nGot my eye on a money apparatus\nLike a bone to a dog ya you know who gotta have it\n\nAnyway you get ____, and I'm 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the hype s___ you call the Hill put it together\n\nRunnin' this game, bringin' the same raw ____\nOver the hi___, through the city we come equipped\n\nTo the lead out, keepin' your temperature down low\nWhat I reveal the good ____ to heal all souls\n\nMakin' you roll late night, you trippin' my game's tight\nTo the new s___ I bring, never the same hype\n\nSo push that s___ up, get up, don't let up\nNo matter how much blood you spit up\n\nYou can never be ______ with Greenthumb\nThe outcome's specific you spliff it collapsed lung\n\nWe hit hard, breakin' your guard you can't tell\nWhen the bells ring bustin' your shell the pawns fell\n\nCheckmate fool\nHang 'em high\nGot the live ____ bangin' whenever you wanna try\nShoot the grill, me and the Hill we take 'em all\nCheckmate fool\nWherever the pawns fall\nCheckmate fool\nHang 'em high\nGot the live ____ bangin' whenever you wanna try\nShoot the grill, me and the Hill we take 'em all\nCheckmate fool\nWherever the pawns fall\n\nPeek-a-boo you f___ you\n\nI'm a freak that funk and slam it in the trunk\nI'm a kill all chumps with the suicide dump\n\nAin't nobody came my way\nTalk about the Westside of L.A.\nSo whatever, punk ass clique you claim\nYou keep pumpin' that ____ and I'm a bent your frame\n\n'Cause I want that big time _______ studio gangsta\nPoof a lot shit buildin' up the main factor\n\n__ _____ Sen's rollin' again, remember when\nWe rocked shows battlin' foes the time been\n\nLong, strong with the styles you in here to win\nLike blood pourin' outta the pen\n\nThe ink stains, slim chance if it gets in your brain the hot flash\nGot you heated with repeated attacks over the tracks\n\nSmack _____z up, back _____z up, hack _____z up\nJack ______ __, hangin' the whack ______ __\n\nSnowball effect we rollin' the city limits\nCrushin' the b____ ___ ______ with all the gimmicks\n\nCheckmate fool\nHang 'em high\nGot the live ____ bangin' whenever you wanna try\nShoot the grill, me and the Hill we take 'em all\nCheckmate fool\nWherever the pawns fall\nCheckmate fool\nHang 'em high\nGot the live ____ bangin' whenever you wanna try\nShoot the grill, me and the Hill we take 'em all\nCheckmate fool\nWherever the pawns fall\n\nCheckmate fool\n\nCheckmate fool","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Checkmate (Hang'em High Remix Radio Edit)\n artist: Cypress Hill\n album: 'Strictly Hip Hop: The Best Of Cypress Hill Cd1'\n duration_ms: 241087\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n 'Bout to mash these ______, man\n Don't come in my backyard m_____ ______\n Stay the fuck out, holmes\n Beware of the dog ______ ______\n\n Hear we go y'all that's the _____ head dog\n Lunatic smoke a loop loose in your center\n\n Got my eye on a money apparatus\n Like a bone to a dog ya you know who gotta have it\n\n Anyway you get ____, and I'm a grab it\n Turn around stares to your face then I jab it\n Drop you, like one of those ill bad habits\n Hunt you, like a hillbilly huntin' a rabbit\n\n Cuttin' _____z up like Muggs on the wheel\n For reals, penitentiary steel\n\n Put heads the best I'm a choke of a headlock\n Faded baldheads the perms even dreadlocks\n\n Why, grouse boy with the style\n I could get file or wild or break full for awhile\n\n Checkmate fool\n Hang 'em high\n Got the live ____ bangin' whenever you wanna try\n Shoot the grill, B of the Hill I take 'em all\n Checkmate fool\n Wherever the pawns fall\n Checkmate fool\n Hang 'em high\n Got the live ____ bangin' whenever you wanna try\n Shoot the grill, me and the Hill we take 'em all\n Checkmate fool\n Wherever the pawns fall\n\n Look look look everywhere you're gettin' shook\n To the pawn takin' out the rook gone by the book\n\n Lives get took and takin' you're pulsatin', you can't breathe\n No need to look up and see me\n\n The last hope, when you want mellow you call whoever\n For the hype s___ you call the Hill put it together\n\n Runnin' this game, bringin' the same raw ____\n Over the hi___, through the city we come equipped\n\n To the lead out, keepin' your temperature down low\n What I reveal the good ____ to heal all souls\n\n Makin' you roll late night, you trippin' my game's tight\n To the new s___ I bring, never the same hype\n\n So push that s___ up, get up, don't let up\n No matter how much blood you spit up\n\n You can never be ______ with Greenthumb\n The outcome's specific you spliff it collapsed lung\n\n We hit hard, breakin' your guard you can't tell\n When the bells ring bustin' your shell the pawns fell\n\n Checkmate fool\n Hang 'em high\n Got the live ____ bangin' whenever you wanna try\n Shoot the grill, me and the Hill we take 'em all\n Checkmate fool\n Wherever the pawns fall\n Checkmate fool\n Hang 'em high\n Got the live ____ bangin' whenever you wanna try\n Shoot the grill, me and the Hill we take 'em all\n Checkmate fool\n Wherever the pawns fall\n\n Peek-a-boo you f___ you\n\n I'm a freak that funk and slam it in the trunk\n I'm a kill all chumps with the suicide dump\n\n Ain't nobody came my way\n Talk about the Westside of L.A.\n So whatever, punk ass clique you claim\n You keep pumpin' that ____ and I'm a bent your frame\n\n 'Cause I want that big time _______ studio gangsta\n Poof a lot shit buildin' up the main factor\n\n __ _____ Sen's rollin' again, remember when\n We rocked shows battlin' foes the time been\n\n Long, strong with the styles you in here to win\n Like blood pourin' outta the pen\n\n The ink stains, slim chance if it gets in your brain the hot flash\n Got you heated with repeated attacks over the tracks\n\n Smack _____z up, back _____z up, hack _____z up\n Jack ______ __, hangin' the whack ______ __\n\n Snowball effect we rollin' the city limits\n Crushin' the b____ ___ ______ with all the gimmicks\n\n Checkmate fool\n Hang 'em high\n Got the live ____ bangin' whenever you wanna try\n Shoot the grill, me and the Hill we take 'em all\n Checkmate fool\n Wherever the pawns fall\n Checkmate fool\n Hang 'em high\n Got the live ____ bangin' whenever you wanna try\n Shoot the grill, me and the Hill we take 'em all\n Checkmate fool\n Wherever the pawns fall\n\n Checkmate fool\n\n Checkmate fool\n"},{"id":31766795,"name":"Cypress Hill - Live At The Fillmore - 08 - Checkmate","trackName":"Cypress Hill - Live At The Fillmore - 08 - Checkmate","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Live at the Fillmore","duration":210.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"bout to mash these niggaz man\ndon't come in my backyard motherfucker\nhahaha, b-real and the dog, motherfucker!\nha! yeah\nHere we go y'all, that's the nigga head dog\nlunatic smokin loops, loose in your sector\ngot my eye on em, on the apparatus\nlike a bone to a dog, yea you know i gotta have it\nanywhere you get it shit, and i'ma grab it\nturn around stares to your face and i jab it\ndrop you, like one of those ill bad habits\nhunt you, like a hillbilly huntin a rabbit\ncuttin niggaz up like muggs on the wheels\nfor reals, penetentiary steel\npull heads to bed from the choke of a headlock\nfadin baldheads to perms, even dreadlocks\nbwoy, rudebwoy with me style\ni can get foul or wild, or just cool for a while\nb-real, sen dog\n(checkmate fool!) hang em high\ngot the live shit, bang em whenever you/he wanna try\nshoot to thrill, be at the hill, i/we take em all\n(checkmate fool!) wherever the pawns fall\n* repeat 2x *\nlook look punk, every way you get shook\nto the pawn, takin out the rook, off of the book\nlights get tooken, taken you for satan\nyou can't breathe, no need to look up and see me\nthe last hope, when you mellow you call whoever\nfor the hype shit, you call the hill, put it together\nrunnin this game, bringin the same, raw shit\nover the hills, through the city we come equipped\nto the letter, keepin your temperature down low\nwhat i reveal, the good shit to heal all souls\nmakin you roll late night, you trippin, my game's tight\nto the new shit i bring, never the same hype\nso push that shit off, get up, don't let off\nno matter how much blood you spit up\nyou could never be, fuckin with greenthumb\nthe outcome's specific, you spliff it, collapsed lung\nwe hit hard, breakin your guard, you can't tell\nwhen the bells ring, bustin your shell, the pawn fell\n(peek-a-boo, you fuck you!)\ni'ma freak that funk yea slam it in the trunk\ni'ma kill all junk with the suicide clunk\nain't nobody came my way, talkin bout\nthe westside of l.a., so whatever\npunk-ass click you claim, you keep bumpin that shit\nand elevate your frame, cause i want that\nbig-time, asshole, studio gangsta\nworth a lot of shit, but that's not the main factor\nmy nigga sen's rollin again, remember when\nwe rocked shows, battlin foes, the time's been long\nstrong with the styles, you ain't hear to win\nlike blood pourin out of the pen, the ink stains\nslim chance if it gets in your brain, the hot flash\ngot you heated with repeated attacks over the tracks\nsmack niggaz up, back niggaz up, hack niggaz up\njack niggaz up, hangin the wack niggaz up\nsnowball effect, we rollin the city limits\ncrushin the bitch-ass niggaz with all the gimmicks\ncheckmate fool!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Cypress Hill - Live At The Fillmore - 08 - Checkmate\n artist: Cypress Hill\n album: Live at the Fillmore\n duration_ms: 210000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n bout to mash these niggaz man\n don't come in my backyard motherfucker\n hahaha, b-real and the dog, motherfucker!\n ha! yeah\n Here we go y'all, that's the nigga head dog\n lunatic smokin loops, loose in your sector\n got my eye on em, on the apparatus\n like a bone to a dog, yea you know i gotta have it\n anywhere you get it shit, and i'ma grab it\n turn around stares to your face and i jab it\n drop you, like one of those ill bad habits\n hunt you, like a hillbilly huntin a rabbit\n cuttin niggaz up like muggs on the wheels\n for reals, penetentiary steel\n pull heads to bed from the choke of a headlock\n fadin baldheads to perms, even dreadlocks\n bwoy, rudebwoy with me style\n i can get foul or wild, or just cool for a while\n b-real, sen dog\n (checkmate fool!) hang em high\n got the live shit, bang em whenever you/he wanna try\n shoot to thrill, be at the hill, i/we take em all\n (checkmate fool!) wherever the pawns fall\n * repeat 2x *\n look look punk, every way you get shook\n to the pawn, takin out the rook, off of the book\n lights get tooken, taken you for satan\n you can't breathe, no need to look up and see me\n the last hope, when you mellow you call whoever\n for the hype shit, you call the hill, put it together\n runnin this game, bringin the same, raw shit\n over the hills, through the city we come equipped\n to the letter, keepin your temperature down low\n what i reveal, the good shit to heal all souls\n makin you roll late night, you trippin, my game's tight\n to the new shit i bring, never the same hype\n so push that shit off, get up, don't let off\n no matter how much blood you spit up\n you could never be, fuckin with greenthumb\n the outcome's specific, you spliff it, collapsed lung\n we hit hard, breakin your guard, you can't tell\n when the bells ring, bustin your shell, the pawn fell\n (peek-a-boo, you fuck you!)\n i'ma freak that funk yea slam it in the trunk\n i'ma kill all junk with the suicide clunk\n ain't nobody came my way, talkin bout\n the westside of l.a., so whatever\n punk-ass click you claim, you keep bumpin that shit\n and elevate your frame, cause i want that\n big-time, asshole, studio gangsta\n worth a lot of shit, but that's not the main factor\n my nigga sen's rollin again, remember when\n we rocked shows, battlin foes, the time's been long\n strong with the styles, you ain't hear to win\n like blood pourin out of the pen, the ink stains\n slim chance if it gets in your brain, the hot flash\n got you heated with repeated attacks over the tracks\n smack niggaz up, back niggaz up, hack niggaz up\n jack niggaz up, hangin the wack niggaz up\n snowball effect, we rollin the city limits\n crushin the bitch-ass niggaz with all the gimmicks\n checkmate fool!\n"},{"id":18086929,"name":"Cypress Hill - Stash - EP - checkmate (hangem high rmx radio edit)","trackName":"Cypress Hill - Stash - EP - checkmate (hangem high rmx radio edit)","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Stash - EP","duration":242.129,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"'Bout to mash these ______, man\nDon't come in my backyard m_____ ______\nStay the fuck out, holmes\nBeware of the dog ______ ______\n\nHear we go y'all that's the _____ head dog\nLunatic smoke a loop loose in your center\n\nGot my eye on a money apparatus\nLike a bone to a dog ya you know who gotta have it\n\nAnyway you get ____, and I'm a grab it\nTurn around stares to your face then I jab it\nDrop you, like one of those ill bad habits\nHunt you, like a hillbilly huntin' a rabbit\n\nCuttin' _____z up like Muggs on the 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apparatus\n[00:26.57] like a bone to a dog, yea you know i gotta have it\n[00:29.06] anywhere you get it shit, and i'ma grab it\n[00:30.94] turn around stares to your face and i jab it\n[00:33.76] drop you, like one of those ill bad habits\n[00:35.32] hunt you, like a hillbilly huntin a rabbit\n[00:37.46] cuttin niggaz up like muggs on the wheels\n[00:39.48] for reals, penetentiary steel\n[00:41.66] pull heads to bed from the choke of a headlock\n[00:43.85] fadin baldheads to perms, even dreadlocks\n[00:46.23] bwoy, rudebwoy with me style\n[00:48.14] i can get foul or wild, or just cool for a while\n[00:49.70] Chorus: b-real, sen dog\n[00:51.58] (checkmate fool!) hang em high\n[00:53.34] got the live shit, bang em whenever you/he wanna try\n[00:54.09] shoot to thrill, be at the hill, i/we take em all\n[00:56.73] (checkmate fool!) wherever the pawns fall\n[00:59.08] * repeat 2x *\n[01:08.52] [b-real]\n[01:09.07] look look punk, every way you get shook\n[01:10.45] to the pawn, takin out the rook, off of the book\n[01:11.96] lights get tooken, taken you for satan\n[01:14.23] you can't breathe, no need to look up and see me\n[01:16.15] the last hope, when you mellow you call whoever\n[01:18.53] for the hype shit, you call the hill, put it together\n[01:20.42] runnin this game, bringin the same, raw shit\n[01:22.84] over the hills, through the city we come equipped\n[01:24.80] to the letter, keepin your temperature down low\n[01:26.80] what i reveal, the good shit to heal all souls\n[01:29.01] makin you roll late night, you trippin, my game's tight\n[01:31.22] to the new shit i bring, never the same hype\n[01:33.33] so push that shit off, get up, don't let off\n[01:35.79] no matter how much blood you spit up\n[01:37.68] you could never be, fuckin with greenthumb\n[01:39.77] the outcome's specific, you spliff it, collapsed lung\n[01:41.95] we hit hard, breakin your guard, you can't tell\n[01:44.20] when the bells ring, bustin your shell, the pawn fell\n[01:46.53] 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shit, bang em whenever you/he wanna try\nShoot to thrill, be at the hill, i/we take em all\n(Checkmate fool!) wherever the pawns fall\n* Repeat 2x *\n[B-real]\nLook look punk, every way you get shook\nTo the pawn, takin out the rook, off of the book\nLights get tooken, taken you for satan\nYou can't breathe, no need to look up and see me\nThe last hope, when you mellow you call whoever\nFor the hype shit, you call the hill, put it together\nRunnin this game, bringin the same, raw shit\nOver the hills, through the city we come equipped\nTo the letter, keepin your temperature down low\nWhat i reveal, the good shit to heal all souls\nMakin you roll late night, you trippin, my game's tight\nTo the new shit i bring, never the same hype\nSo push that shit off, get up, don't let off\nNo matter how much blood you spit up\nYou could never be, fuckin with greenthumb\nThe outcome's specific, you spliff it, collapsed lung\nWe hit hard, breakin your guard, you can't tell\nWhen the bells ring, 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dog]\n[00:01.20] Bout to mash these niggaz man\n[00:05.77] Don't come in my backyard motherfucker\n[00:10.93] Hahaha, b-real and the dog, motherfucker!\n[00:16.76] Ha! yeah\n[00:19.56] Here we go y'all, that's the nigga head dog\n[00:22.31] Lunatic smokin loops, loose in your sector\n[00:24.59] Got my eye on em, on the apparatus\n[00:26.53] Like a bone to a dog, yea you know i gotta have it\n[00:29.02] Anywhere you get it shit, and i'ma grab it\n[00:30.97] Turn around stares to your face and i jab it\n[00:33.72] Drop you, like one of those ill bad habits\n[00:35.34] Hunt you, like a hillbilly huntin a rabbit\n[00:37.44] Cuttin niggaz up like muggs on the wheels\n[00:39.43] For reals, penetentiary steel\n[00:41.69] Pull heads to bed from the choke of a headlock\n[00:43.89] Fadin baldheads to perms, even dreadlocks\n[00:46.29] Bwoy, rudebwoy with me style\n[00:48.16] I can get foul or wild, or just cool for a while\n[00:49.76] Chorus: b-real, sen dog\n[00:51.53] (Checkmate fool!) hang em high\n[00:53.34] Got the live shit, bang em whenever you/he wanna try\n[00:54.04] Shoot to thrill, be at the hill, i/we take em all\n[00:56.72] (Checkmate fool!) wherever the pawns fall\n[00:59.07] * Repeat 2x *\n[01:08.59] [B-real]\n[01:09.01] Look look punk, every way you get shook\n[01:10.44] To the pawn, takin out the rook, off of the book\n[01:11.90] Lights get tooken, taken you for satan\n[01:14.28] You can't breathe, no need to look up and see me\n[01:16.16] The last hope, when you mellow you call whoever\n[01:18.57] For the hype shit, you call the hill, put it together\n[01:20.47] Runnin this game, bringin the same, raw shit\n[01:22.83] Over the hills, through the city we come equipped\n[01:24.80] To the letter, keepin your temperature down low\n[01:26.83] What i reveal, the good shit to heal all souls\n[01:29.00] Makin you roll late night, you trippin, my game's tight\n[01:31.22] To the new shit i bring, never the same hype\n[01:33.33] So push that shit off, get up, don't let 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the wack niggaz up\n start_ms: 170980\n end_ms: 173810\n- text: Snowball effect, we rollin the city limits\n start_ms: 173810\n end_ms: 175640\n- text: Crushin the bitch-ass niggaz with all the gimmicks\n start_ms: 175640\n end_ms: 177820\n- text: Chorus\n start_ms: 177820\n end_ms: 179310\n- text: '[Sen dog]'\n start_ms: 179310\n end_ms: 198560\n- text: Checkmate fool!\n start_ms: 198560\n end_ms: 213560\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 213560\nplain: |-\n [Sen dog]\n Bout to mash these niggaz man\n Don't come in my backyard motherfucker\n Hahaha, b-real and the dog, motherfucker!\n Ha! yeah\n Here we go y'all, that's the nigga head dog\n Lunatic smokin loops, loose in your sector\n Got my eye on em, on the apparatus\n Like a bone to a dog, yea you know i gotta have it\n Anywhere you get it shit, and i'ma grab it\n Turn around stares to your face and i jab it\n Drop you, like one of those ill bad habits\n Hunt you, like a hillbilly huntin a rabbit\n Cuttin niggaz up like muggs on the wheels\n For reals, penetentiary steel\n Pull heads to bed from the choke of a headlock\n Fadin baldheads to perms, even dreadlocks\n Bwoy, rudebwoy with me style\n I can get foul or wild, or just cool for a while\n Chorus: b-real, sen dog\n (Checkmate fool!) hang em high\n Got the live shit, bang em whenever you/he wanna try\n Shoot to thrill, be at the hill, i/we take em all\n (Checkmate fool!) wherever the pawns fall\n * Repeat 2x *\n [B-real]\n Look look punk, every way you get shook\n To the pawn, takin out the rook, off of the book\n Lights get tooken, taken you for satan\n You can't breathe, no need to look up and see me\n The last hope, when you mellow you call whoever\n For the hype shit, you call the hill, put it together\n Runnin this game, bringin the same, raw shit\n Over the hills, through the city we come equipped\n To the letter, keepin your temperature down low\n What i reveal, the good shit to heal all souls\n Makin you roll late night, you trippin, my game's tight\n To the 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flash\n Got you heated with repeated attacks over the tracks\n Smack niggaz up, back niggaz up, hack niggaz up\n Jack niggaz up, hangin the wack niggaz up\n Snowball effect, we rollin the city limits\n Crushin the bitch-ass niggaz with all the gimmicks\n Chorus\n [Sen dog]\n Checkmate fool!\n"},{"id":31814513,"name":"Checkmate","trackName":"Checkmate","artistName":"Cypress Hill","albumName":"Stash","duration":241.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Sen dog]\nBout to mash these niggaz man\nDon't come in my backyard motherfucker\nHahaha, b-real and the dog, motherfucker!\nHa! yeah\nHere we go y'all, that's the nigga head dog\nLunatic smokin loops, loose in your sector\nGot my eye on em, on the apparatus\nLike a bone to a dog, yea you know i gotta have it\nAnywhere you get it shit, and i'ma grab it\nTurn around stares to your face and i jab it\nDrop you, like one of those ill bad habits\nHunt you, like a hillbilly huntin a rabbit\nCuttin niggaz up like muggs on the 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never the same hype\nSo push that shit off, get up, don't let off\nNo matter how much blood you spit up\nYou could never be, fuckin with greenthumb\nThe outcome's specific, you spliff it, collapsed lung\nWe hit hard, breakin your guard, you can't tell\nWhen the bells ring, bustin your shell, the pawn fell\nChorus\n(Peek-a-boo, you fuck you!)\n[Sen dog]\nI'ma freak that funk yea slam it in the trunk\nI'ma kill all junk with the suicide clunk\nAin't nobody came my way, talkin bout\nThe westside of l.a., so whatever\nPunk-ass click you claim, you keep bumpin that shit\nAnd elevate your frame, cause i want that\nBig-time, asshole, studio gangsta\nWorth a lot of shit, but that's not the main factor\n[B-real]\nMy nigga sen's rollin again, remember when\nWe rocked shows, battlin foes, the time's been long\nStrong with the styles, you ain't hear to win\nLike blood pourin out of the pen, the ink stains\nSlim chance if it gets in your brain, the hot flash\nGot you heated with repeated attacks 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Pull heads to bed from the choke of a headlock\n[00:43.89] Fadin baldheads to perms, even dreadlocks\n[00:46.29] Bwoy, rudebwoy with me style\n[00:48.16] I can get foul or wild, or just cool for a while\n[00:49.76] Chorus: b-real, sen dog\n[00:51.53] (Checkmate fool!) hang em high\n[00:53.34] Got the live shit, bang em whenever you/he wanna try\n[00:54.04] Shoot to thrill, be at the hill, i/we take em all\n[00:56.72] (Checkmate fool!) wherever the pawns fall\n[00:59.07] * Repeat 2x *\n[01:08.59] [B-real]\n[01:09.01] Look look punk, every way you get shook\n[01:10.44] To the pawn, takin out the rook, off of the book\n[01:11.90] Lights get tooken, taken you for satan\n[01:14.28] You can't breathe, no need to look up and see me\n[01:16.16] The last hope, when you mellow you call whoever\n[01:18.57] For the hype shit, you call the hill, put it together\n[01:20.47] Runnin this game, bringin the same, raw shit\n[01:22.83] Over the hills, through the city we come equipped\n[01:24.80] To the 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