[Chorus: + (Chino XL)] Girl a fly nigga (I told you so) come up with the rhyme nigga (Yo, I told you so) Lyrically he crucifies niggaz (Yo, I you so) Chino's here, bye bye niggaz, ha hah! (Yo, it out) Girl that's a fly (Yeah, I told you so) Daddy come up the rhyme nigga (Yo, I told you so) Lyrically he niggaz (Bust it, I told you so) here, bye bye niggaz, ha hah! (Peep it, yo, yo)
XL] Multiplicty, out huntin my Rap's turnin out more sweet than Quincy Jones My style pendergrass shoes: never the ground My IQ so high it ain't no it's a sound I'm Jim Brown in his day, nigga to tackle I'll leave your brains hangin out like Chris Rock's adam's I'm so rare, battlin Chino's Africa: Yeah niggaz talk about it but they don't really wanna go I'm hooked in leather, never Create more tracks Brandy and Monica's weaves put together This to if you rhyme like a daughter of mine You sound like me so I think my sperm's in your water supply With a war to I slaughter and mortify a torture guy be forced and falsified And and authorised I autograph a girl's bra, I dont want no men in shit, have a women-age-a-trois
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XL] On everything that I love, I rap genres.. than Chaka Khan was XL excederin verbal sealed for tamperin me the Master P of God like Kirk Frank-lin Shoot 'em shank 'em and burn skin Blast for at Chino actions Skill is a blessin you cowards could only You ain't an X-Man like comic books, you an ex-man like Run through y'all leave y'all than Ken dolls You wanna start friction? Don and King and.. .. end up gettin fucked like Ving in "Pulp Fiction" My rhymes hot they just trigger the sprinkler system Like freaks that Eddie Murphy, call witch you comin up Now you gonna listen?! Or do I have to you? I'll punch a hole your chest and give a to the man behind you Killin you and the nigga that signed you my Dad invented murder I rhyme til it's a torture to me, like a catalytic converter It's sad for me to admit I of, you, such a fake one There's so gay rappers they probably diss me cause I'm the one Plus chicks can't trick the light-skinned nigga with the long With Cage in an airplane these hoes couldn't +Con Air+
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XL] Yo, yo, you wanna raise up? Now that bravery I house like light-skinned-ed Africans durin slavery I detonate crazily, a bomb, can't disable me So in the cypher I got Lucifer ashamed of me Fuck who you proclaim to be, better Turned on and Goldberg was like "Chino that's a big nigga" I died a deaths to possess skills such as this With like where Arabs live: in-tents/intense Sliding in events riding inside of limos with Been since Timberland trees were seeds; Burger King was Prince Better run for the fence, click on all you rats I shoot blindly I'm Ray Charles with loaded gats (Shit) The fact is, I'm one of them crazy half-black Jesus in the army but I earn my stripes like zebras Without the H.I.V. I'm positive you don't test I leave confused like homeless cats on house arrest
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