What You Got (Explicit)-Chino Xl

What You Got (Explicit)

歌手:Chino Xl

时间:2001-08-21

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What You Got - Chino Xl

Y'all coward n***as make a n***a like me laugh

What the f**k yea yea chargin' y'all n***as

Yea yea behold the only thing greater than yourself

I'll slash ya grill don't start me

You'll be the only entertainer with less groupies than Biz Markie

I'm never dull Chino the pretty thug style centerfold

I'll have every Latin in

The country aimin' at ya skull

I'll aim it at the Pope if

He claimin' he sellin' the most d**e

My Jersey blocks is locked tighter

Than prisoners hold soap

And listeners where we vote out ya

CD and vinyl the final result

Yell f**k tricks and smoke till our vocals combine with a Colt

They playi'n this in every club whip party and bar you in

Give you more blood clots than two Jamaicans arguin'

Sweat till ya fake silver platinum chains is tarnishin'

Women shakin' they ovaries look what we accomplishin' what

We got better lyrics than you got what you got

We got better b***hes than you got what you got

We run with more killas than you got what you got

We got better whips than you got what you got

We got better cribs than you got what you got

We got better b***hes than you got what you got

We run with more killas than you got what you got

We got better lyrics than you got what you got

Go what I got what I got you know

What I got if I baby man

What I got what I got

Know I did family come on bad boy

Coming to kill me I can't hear that

Fear is a stimulus I haven't been programmed to feel yet

Snatch you outta your Roots like I'm from Illadelph

What I do to push your hairline back Rogaine won't help

My Quest for the wealth like stone

Cold Austin's quest for the belt

I mention myself as a celestial cell an extension of hell

At a lynching I smile cut myself down murder your guest list

My style never a drag like they do black men in Texas

Next rapper to mention this I'mma show them the real threat

'Cause I'mma ride till my daughters like daddy are we there yet

Ain't no priest in the streets only *** before miracles

See more keys than a lot of Hammer's repossessed vehicles

Told you I was coming you ain't believe I'm assumin'

If we all super heroes these b***h n***as must be

Wonder women

Fist to fist skin to skin I make you fall flat

Brat little n***as the tat on my shoulder cover they whole back

Can't hold back splatter they whole rap to match my

Shittin' on MC's wipin' my a*s on they notebooks

How the broke crooks in videos leave me stressed

I'll turn on channel 2 if I wanna CBS b***h

We got better lyrics than you got what you got

We got better b***hes than you got what you got

We run with more killas than you got what you got

We got better whips than you got what you got

We got better cribs than you got what you got

We got better b***hes than you got what you got

We run with more killas than you got what you got

We got better lyrics than you got what you got

Least but not last I'll blast an informant

Until he has the cash to put end to his torment

Now shine up the brass for his coffin

I'm last of the rawest my passion ain't dormant

I've mastered the forces I rap to the chorus

My cast is enormous I'm fast and I'm cautious

Twenty inch arms stronger than forklifts

Smoke hash in front of reporters till I choke and they nauseous

And smash through the glass of your Porsche's

Show you how Newark is as hard as divorces

Lay you out dead in the grass on the forest

My craft is flawless have ya flesh wrapped in a blackened sausage

Blood Splashed across it for rhymin' like a fag in a cordless

Murder all witnesses nosey standing on porches

Like torches super human Chino's skin never scorches

Drape your family reunion in black funeral mourners

Have cats that sell ya *** for you avoid usual corners

I never lost this mad lust to be rap's Colossus

Breakin' companies Jersey got women strapped inside they office

I got DJ Supporters and women makin' sex offers

I got a crib like a fortress tuition for all my daughters

I got rhymes hot like sauna's and thousands from Time Warner

I got killas on every corner surrounded by Jewish lawyers

What what what

We got better lyrics than you got what you got

We got better b***hes than you got what you got

We run with more killas than you got what you got

We got better whips than you got what you got

We got better cribs than you got what you got

We got better b***hes than you got what you got

We run with more killas than you got what you got

We got better lyrics than you got what you got

What I got what I got you know

What I got if I baby man

What I got what I got

Now I did kill me come on f**ker

What I got what I got

You know

What I got if I baby man

What I got what I got

Now I did kill me come on f**ker

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