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  • Текст песни Chino XL F/ Ras Kass - Riiiot



    Verse One: Chino XL Ras Kass
    You prayed for me and I came! How far you niggaz wanna push me?
    I'm leaving the crowds happy like OJ Simpson when he got his first
    white pussy
    But I'm still annoyed blowin through your selenoid
    Bringing more Blues to Brothers than Jon Belushi and Dan Akroyd
    Governmently engineered like E Bola for this rap garage sale
    by this industry I'm trying not to get fucked like 2Pac in jail
    You can hate me, but await me like I'm Magic Johnson's
    death in a box with Jordan's pops that ass'll never take another
    breath
    cuz, I write the songs like Barry Manilow
    I like my Sugar Brown like Hugh Grant fucked D'Angelo
    Now I got niggaz claimin they saw God unfortunately
    He wasn't in the person of Master Farad Muhammad
    Some often ask how can this nigga molest the English alphabet
    in one hundred words or less it ain't the chronic
    It's all in the mind like Johnny Mmemonic
    Before my word is born, surgeons administer antibiotics
    to drain the phonics, amniotic fluids
    Delivery, to get Nia deep in your Peeples like Howard Hewett
    Half-Hitler, half-Jewish, I'm gassed off myself
    Icono-clismic, twisted without the use of fiber optics
    Noxious I blows out the sockets I got your Adam's Apples in my pockets
    Bullshit like Timmy McVey, like kiddie porn I'm getting popular
    Popular, no ocular, MC's perp particular
    but not quite yet perpendicular
    Compound fractures fibulas when niggaz step, contest the upper torso
    I got Chino's back like a dorsal, fin
    Comprehend, we bend men from within
    Chorus: Chino, Ras
    Your strength in numbers couldn't hit
    The yellow nigga from the Gravity click
    You don't give a fuck as long as bud gets lit
    You're fuckin with the HemiSidal lunatics
    Like licorice, niggaz begin to twist
    Lay back and watch your idols get ripped
    Yo signify if your crew roll thick
    (Yeah) East Coast (West Coast) beeeotch!!!
    Verse Two: Ras Kass, Chino XL
    I circumnavigate the globe with a one-liner like, latitude
    Put my rhymes in mixed fortune cookies to leave Confucious confused
    The day a nigga serve Ras is when faggots start straight bashing
    Without Jermaine Dupri I'm SoSoDef that I need closed captions
    Won't see me stressed from no East/West conflict
    the interest Chino X/Ras Kass like Layne Tito removed you from your
    bench
    My retina expands, my brain is trapped like a rat on a running wheel
    Praise the yellow God or I'ma leave you scarred like that nigga Seal
    Vernacular understandable, you in a hearse, megahertz, the truth hurts
    Slang botanical, you're moving on time-lapse camera
    Indestractable, dig me like an excavation multiracial valuable
    Take you out like Saafir took out Casual
    So check the milk that Jersey made
    I turn artistic children bilingual
    On parallel bars I create new dismounts like Chechincko
    So keep it short and sweet like Sherman Hemsley bonafide queer
    While I shoot shit up you're shooting gerbils up your asshole like
    Richard Gere
    Verse Three: Ras Kass, Chino XL
    Bitch ass niggaz what see?
    I gives a fuck who's certified platinum or gold
    Cause I got rhymes for every unit you sold
    Your plaques corrode when I collage colloquials
    At first the buzz was local but now the nose grows like Pinnochio
    No lie, no T-H-C, T-H-E, T-H-O-U-G-H-T
    Makes me high in intelligence quotient
    I drop facts like attache
    Exfoliate rap and come cleaner than Jeru's enema
    What's the secret within my esophagus
    is discovered like Tutenkahmen's sarcophogous
    I got niggaz lookin for Webster's like George Papadopolous
    Yo Ras pardon me my unfamiliar soliloquies, similies
    similar to Reginald Denny's, facial injuries
    You couldn't locate my transient thoughts with lo-jack
    Molest your mind like Oprah Winfrey's behind when she was a small
    child
    Punchlines with more elasticity than Biggie's stretch marks
    Chino X sparks, mad urban
    I ain't scared to put the things that going around me
    on tape like Mark Fuhrman
    Sexing picture perfect hoes like Pocahontas often
    And I'd rather hear Willie Nelson than fucking Montell Jordan!
    Chorus
    Outro: Chino
    Uhh, yeah
    Uhh, signify, uhh
    Uhh, check it out, uhh
    West coast, uhh, East coast, what?
    West coast, East coast
    West, uhh, East, ahh
    Uhh, that nigga Ras, that nigga Chino
    The nigga bird, yo that shit is large