Check Me Out
Sly-One Lyrics


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Stepped in the party like my name was "that bitch"
All these haters mad because I'm so established
They know I'm a beast, yeah I'm a fucking savage
Haters you can kill yourself, uh
In my space shuttle and I'm not coming down
I'm a stereo and she's just so monotone
Sometimes it's just me and all my bottles all alone
I ain't coming back this time

I can't believe it, it's so amazing
This club is heating, this party's blazing
I can't believe it, this beat is banging
I can't believe it, I can't believe it

(Hey) Check it out
Check it out
Check it out
Check it out
Check it out
Check it out
Check it out
Check it out
Check it out
Check it out
(Yeah yeah, I'm feeling it now)
Check it out
Check it out
Check it out

Step up in the party like my name was Mr. T
All these hating naggers ain't got natin' on me
Honestly, I gotta stay as fly as I can be
If you Wiki Willy then you get super O.G.
Honeys always rush me 'cause I'm fly, fly, fly
Dummies they can't touch me 'cause I'm floating sky high
I stay swagger-ific you don't need to ask why
You just gotta see with your eyes

I can't believe it, it's so amazing
This club is heating, this party's blazing
I can't believe it, this beat is banging
I can't believe it, I can't believe it

(Hey) Check it out
Check it out
Check it out
Check it out
Check it out
Check it out
Check it out
Check it out
Check it out
Check it out
(Yeah yeah, I'm feeling it now-ow)
Check it out
Check it out
Check it out
Check this mother-fucker out
It got me in the club, in the club
Just rocking like this, oh, oh

The DunDun
The sun done
Yep, the sun done
Came up, but we still up in dungeon
The DunDun
Yep, in London
Competition, why yes I would love some
How the fuck they get mad 'cause they run done?
Mad 'cause I'm getting money in abundance
Man I can't even count all of these hundreds
Duffle bag every time I go to SunTrust
I leave the rest just to collect interest
I mean interest
Fuck my nemesis
Exclamation just for emphasis
And I don't sympathize, 'cause you a simple bitch
I just pop up on these hoes on some pimple shit
And put the iron to your face you old wrinkled bitch

Oh, we just had to kill it
We on the radio hotter than a skillet
We in the club making party people holla
Money in the bank we be getting top dollar
I'm a big baller,
You a little smaller
Step up to my level
Need to grow a little taller
I'm shot caller
Get up off my collar
You a Chihuahua
I'm a Rottweila'

I can't believe it, it's so amazing
I can't believe it, this beat is banging
I can't believe it, it's so amazing
I can't believe it, I can't believe it

(Hey) Check it out
Check it out
Check it out
Check it out
Check it out
Check it out
Check it out
Check it out
Check it out
Check it out
(Yeah, yeah, I'm feeling it now)
Check it out




Check it out
Check it out

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Sly-One's song "Check Me Out" are full of bravado, with the rapper proclaiming their dominance in the party scene. They enter the party with confidence like they own it, and all the haters can't stand the fact that the rapper is so established. They know they are a beast, and they are not afraid to show it.


The lyrics continue with references to space shuttles, stereo systems, and being alone with bottles. The rapper is clearly enjoying themselves and is not going to let anyone bring them down. The chorus is catchy, with repetitions of "Check it out," emphasizing the rapper's presence and importance.


The second verse continues in this same vein with a reference to Mr. T and being as "fly" as possible. The rapper brags about their swagger and how they are always the center of attention. The verse finishes with a repetition of the chorus and another reference to being "sky high."


Overall, the lyrics to "Check Me Out" are an expression of confidence and dominance in the party scene. The rapper asserts their presence and is not afraid to stand out and be themselves.


Line by Line Meaning

Stepped in the party like my name was "that bitch"
I arrived at the party with confidence, just like a boss


All these haters mad because I'm so established
My haters are envious of my success and fame


They know I'm a beast, yeah I'm a fucking savage
People recognize that I'm fierce and powerful


Haters you can kill yourself, uh
I don't care about my haters and their negativity


In my space shuttle and I'm not coming down
I feel like I'm on top of the world and nothing can bring me down


I'm a stereo and she's just so monotone
I'm exciting and full of energy, while others are boring and dull


Sometimes it's just me and all my bottles all alone
Sometimes I feel lonely and rely on alcohol to fill the void


I ain't coming back this time
I'm making a permanent change and not returning to my old ways


Step up in the party like my name was Mr. T
When I enter a party, I do it with swagger like the famous Mr. T


All these hating naggers ain't got natin' on me
My haters have nothing on me and I won't let them bring me down


Honestly, I gotta stay as fly as I can be
I need to maintain my cool and high status


If you Wiki Willy then you get super O.G.
If you look up my name, you'll find that I'm a true originator


Honeys always rush me 'cause I'm fly, fly, fly
Women are attracted to me because of my coolness and style


Dummies they can't touch me 'cause I'm floating sky high
My haters are inferior and can't reach my level of success


I stay swagger-ific you don't need to ask why
I always maintain my cool and confidence for no specific reason


You just gotta see with your eyes
To understand my greatness, you just have to see it for yourself


The DunDun
A drum sound effect


The sun done
The sun has risen


Yep, the sun done
Yes, indeed, the sun has risen


Came up, but we still up in dungeon
Despite time passing, we're still in the club having a good time


Yep, in London
Yes, we're in London


Competition, why yes I would love some
I welcome competition and challenges


How the fuck they get mad 'cause they run done?
Why are my haters angry when I'm the one who's winning?


Mad 'cause I'm getting money in abundance
My haters are envious of my wealth and success


Man I can't even count all of these hundreds
I have so much money that I can't keep track of it all


Duffle bag every time I go to SunTrust
I bring a bag of money every time I visit the SunTrust bank


I leave the rest just to collect interest
I don't even bother counting my money because it's earning interest


I mean interest
I'm emphasizing the fact that my money is making more money


Fuck my nemesis
I don't care about my enemies and their attempts to bring me down


Exclamation just for emphasis
I'm emphasizing my point with an exclamation


And I don't sympathize, 'cause you a simple bitch
I have no sympathy for my haters, who I consider to be basic and unimpressive


I just pop up on these hoes on some pimple shit
I surprise and embarrass my enemies with my clever tactics


And put the iron to your face you old wrinkled bitch
I threaten my enemies and warn them of my power


Oh, we just had to kill it
We just had to do an amazing job


We on the radio hotter than a skillet
Our music is very popular on the radio


We in the club making party people holla
We're having a great time at the club and making others join in


Money in the bank we be getting top dollar
We're making a lot of money and earning top price for our work


I'm a big baller,
I'm very wealthy and powerful


You a little smaller
You're not as important as me


Step up to my level
Try to reach my level of success


Need to grow a little taller
You need to improve yourself and become better


I'm shot caller
I'm the one who makes the important decisions


Get up off my collar
Stop bothering me and trying to control me


You a Chihuahua
You're small and insignificant


I'm a Rottweila'
I'm strong and powerful


(Hey) Check it out
Listen to me


Check this mother-fucker out
See how great I am


It got me in the club, in the club
My music is popular and gets me into clubs


Just rocking like this, oh, oh
I'm dancing and having a good time




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Bruce Woolley, Geoffrey Downes, James Brown, Onika Tanya Maraj, Trevor Charles Horn, William Adams

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