Lil' Jon & The East Side Boyz - Chynalude Lyrics
[Lil Bo - Talking]Aww yeah ya know it was real hanging out wit y'all mother*****ersOn this here album rightBut this mother*****er bout over and uhTime for me to get the hell onBeen in the studio, the mother*****ing sun coming upIn this *****, mother*****er, been in this mother*****ing studioWorking hard on this mother*****ing album[Background vocals from Lil' Jon & Big Sam come in]What up B-leech, goddamn Sleet as usual in the mother*****ing studioKit, all the boys higher den a mother*****erWe got Tim over there *****ing up shitHa, ha, but like I said time to get up out this album knowhaimsayinHope y'all enjoyed this mother*****erIt was a lot of hard work putting this ***** togetherGo look out for them, LG's, my girl Chyna WhyteAnd who knows what else to mother*****ing expectFrom the mother*****ing BME ya little Biatch[Chorus x2][Chyna Whyte]It's one time for my soldiers on the front lineStrapped with AKs, and car bombsWith K-nine blood linesIt's one time for my killers on the front lineStrapped P-nines and semi-autosActin like it's no tomorrow[Chyna Whyte]To survive in this world makes me a soldierCause I wear Reeboks, nigga why, cause they colderEvery 3 years I battle my fans thug yearsNow I shed tears, nigga, I ain't happy hereLike pot, so I blow herb thinking it'll stop the painWhen I come down I'll still be left with the strainSo I stay high so my eyes can stay dryAnd I don't give a ***** whyNigga I was born to dieIn the club head tight off of gin and kiwiCamouflage and dimes so the niggas can't see meTellin em my name Le-Le or LisaBreaking them walls the Visa 9-millimeterSha-sha click, ***** it, rock itNothing but the Reeboks and poppinNuttin but mother*****ing nines andBump, bump, you be running like Forrest GumpKnock you on yo ass like Humpty DumpChyna Whyte leaves niggas in a slump, serialDeadly like disease venerealGame as be RD imperialPumpin through your stereo, nigga what you knowAin't no log when that fo'-fo'Ejaculate up in your fo' door***** die slow, lyrical calicoPurple tablets I flowNone want war, GambinoEmptyin clips, I ripsMotevl I flipsWords comin off the lips like Teflon's hipsIT'S ONE TIME!
