Chino Xl - What You Got Lyrics
Y'all coward niggaz make a nigga like me laugh,what the *****? yea, yea.. chargin y'all niggazyea, yea.. behold the only thing greater than yourself(Verse 1)I'll slash ya grill, don't start meYou'll be the only entertainer with less groupies than Biz MarkieI'm never dull, Chino the pretty thug, style centerfold,I'll have every latin in the country aimin at ya skullI'll aim it at the Pope if he claimin he sellin the most dopeMy Jersey blocks is locked tighter than prisoners hold soapAnd listeners where we vote out ya CD and vinyl, the final resultYell, ***** tricks and smoke, till our vocals combine with a ColtThey playin this in every club, whip, party and bar you inGive you more blood clots than two jamaicans arguinSweat till ya fake silver platinum chains is tarnishinWomen shakin they ovaries, look what we accomplishin, what..(Chorus)We got better lyrics than you got "What You Got?"We got better *****es 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 *****es 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?"(Verse 2)Coming to kill me, I cant hear thatFear is a stimulus I haven't been programmed to feel yetSnatch you outta your Roots like I'm from IlladelphWhat I do to push your hairline back, Rogaine wont helpMy Quest for the Wealth, like Stone Cold Austin's quest for the beltI mention myself as a celestial cell, an extension of hellAt a lynching I smile, cut myself down, murder your guest listMy style never a drag like they do black men in TexasNext rapper to mention this, I'ma show them the real threatCause I'ma ride till my daughters like "Daddy are we there yet?"Ain't no priest in the streets, only drugs before miraclesSee more keys than a lot of Hammer's repossessed vehiclesTold you I was coming, you ain't believe I'm assuminIf we all super heroes, these ***** niggaz must be Wonder WomenFist to fist, skin to skin, I make you fall flatBrat little niggaz, the tat on my shoulder cover they whole backCant hold back, splatter they whole rap to match my ((?))Shittin on MC's, wipin my ass on they notebooksHow the broke crooks in videos leave me stressedI'll turn on channel 2 if I wanna CBS, *****(Chorus w/ slight variation)(Verse 3)Least but not last, I'll blast an informantUntil he has the cash to put end to his tormentNow shine up the brass for his coffinI'm last of the rawest, my passion ain't dormantI've mastered the forces, I rap to the chorus,My cast is enormous, I'm fast and I'm cautiousTwenty inch arms stronger than forkliftsSmoke hash in front of reporters till I choke and they nauseousAnd smash through the glass of your Porsche'sShow you how Newark is as hard as divorcesLay you out dead in the grass on the forestMy craft is flawless, have ya flesh wrapped in a blackened sausageBlood Splashed across it for rhymin like a fag in a cordlessMurder all witnesses, nosey, standing on porches,Like torches, super human, Chino's skin never scorchesDrape your family reunion in black funeral mournersHave cats that sell ya drugs for you, avoid usual cornersI never lost this mad lust to be rap's ColossusBreakin companies, Jersey got women strapped inside they officeI got.. DJ Supporters and women makin sex offersI got.. A crib like a fortress, tuition for all my daughtersI got.. Rhymes hot like sauna's, and thousands from Time WarnerI got.. Killas on every corner, surrounded by jewish lawyersWhat what what..(Chorus w/ slight variation)
