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Check
11.917
Em turnê
Pop
Check foi lançado em 1 de outubro de 1998 por Columbia como parte do álbum Waste of Mind
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Data de lançamento1 de outubro de 1998
SeloColumbia
Melodicidade
Acusticidade
Valence
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM134

Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Zebrahead
Zebrahead
Interpretação
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Ed Udhus
Ed Udhus
Composição
Ali Tabatabaee
Ali Tabatabaee
Letra
Greg Bergdorf
Greg Bergdorf
Composição
Justin Mauriello
Justin Mauriello
Composição
Ben Osmundson
Ben Osmundson
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Howard Benson
Howard Benson
Produção
Mark Moncrief
Mark Moncrief
Engenharia adicional
Chris Lord-Alge
Chris Lord-Alge
Engenharia (mixagem)
Gavin Lurssen
Gavin Lurssen
Engenharia (masterização)
Bobby Brooks
Bobby Brooks
Engenharia (gravação)

Letra

[Verse 1]
Coming hard core looking like a gangster bitch
Trying to front like you ain't rolling filthy rich
Laguna Hills you were born and raised
But you're claiming South Central is where you spent your days
Coming out hard talking crazy shit
Knowing in your mind that you really don't' fit
Standing up straight with a gangster lean
Talking gangster slang about what you seen
[Verse 2]
Take a chance, kid
Take a chance
Take a chance, kid
Don't fall down hard again
Take a chance, kid
Take a chance
Take a chance, kid
Don't fall down hard again
[Verse 3]
You better think twice before you come at me
Right through your dome I can clearly see
Hey little dog, you gonna bark all day?
Cause toe to toe, in the ring, is where I play
So you better step back and check yourself
Stop fronting and just be yourself
'Cause no one cares what set your claiming
Till someone grabs their gun and starts their aiming at YOU
[Verse 4]
Take a chance, kid
Take a chance
Take a chance, kid
Don't fall down hard again
[Verse 5]
Tripping out 'cause ya
Tripping out 'cause ya
Tripping out 'cause ya got no clout
Tripping out 'cause ya
Tripping out 'cause ya
Tripping out 'cause ya got no clout
Tripping out 'cause ya
Tripping out 'cause ya
Tripping out 'cause ya got no clout
Tripping out 'cause ya
Tripping out 'cause ya
Tripping out 'cause ya got no clout
[Verse 6]
Take a chance, kid
Take a chance
Take a chance, kid
Don't fall down hard again
'Cause it ain't about how hard you are
Try using your brain and you will go far
Be true to the colour that you were born with
Not the colour that you're adorned with
So keep it real and always be true
Be yourself in all that you do
Stand up tall and get some respect
And always remember,  BITCH, keep yourself in check
[Verse 7]
Take a chance, kid
Take a chance
Take a chance, kid
Don't fall down hard again
Take a chance, kid
Take a chance
Take a chance, kid
Don't fall down hard again
[Verse 8]
Tripping out 'cause ya
Tripping out 'cause ya
Tripping out 'cause ya got no clout
Tripping out 'cause ya
Tripping out 'cause ya
Tripping out 'cause ya got no clout
Tripping out 'cause ya
Tripping out 'cause ya
Tripping out 'cause ya got no clout
Tripping out 'cause ya
Tripping out 'cause ya
Tripping out 'cause ya got no clout
[Verse 9]
Take a chance, kid
Take a chance
Take a chance, kid
Don't fall down hard again
Written by: Ali Tabatabaee, Ben Osmundson, Ed Udhus, Greg Bergdorf, Justin Mauriello
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