I Checks My Bank Sir Mix-a-Lot

I'm peelin' off domes with a baseball bat
Forty-four Magnum, choice of gat
Mercury tip fillin' up my clip, I can shoot him
In the dome or I can get him in the hip

But boom, look at all the niggas runnin' out the room
Just another soldier, causin' doom, no, I don't bang
But I like to wound my enemy, who is the enemy?
I'm glad you asked any motherfucker standin' in my path

Got a Bentley Turbo, now you wanna jack
But remember, Mack Daddy is strapped
And when your platinum niggas start dissin'
Record companies think you're missin'

But I'm back, I'm back
I'm back and I got a bigger gat
Now the positive rhymes is on
And I'm positively hittin' that dome

You might want mine but you can't get mine
Rather put a hot nine right up in your behind
I'm not the nigga that you wanna recoup
And I don't wear a Giorgio suit

But I'm down for my business so please don't step
You heard about my law firm's rep, I check my bank