CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Check the Lock

Hood used to check for him when he’d pull up flexing
Now he check under the hood before he start the engine
Came out the stash house, something didn’t smell right
He on the ground trying to look up in the tail pipe
Mighty fall for a mighty man
Had a manicure, now it’s dirt and oil on his hands
Staying low as he scrambles towards the car door
Glance, just a short trip to the condo
No signal, head on a swivel
Hand on the center console with the pistol
Tinted black, got the window right
Always shoot the gap at the yellow light
Bag of littlе yellow pills for the nervеs
But it makes it even worse when the Xanny’s don’t work
And he panic, ears ringing, when you call he can’t hear you
Every seven seconds, eyes back up in the rearview

Something in this room didn’t used to be
Gin bottle to the face, can’t fool the G
Laughing at him, he ain’t ever scared though
But he check the lock every time he walks by the door
Check the lock every time he walks by the door
Check the lock every time he walks by the door
He run the motherf**king city
Yeah, they know
But he check the lock every time he walks by the door