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Chino XL F/ Ras Kass - Текст песни Riiiot
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 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 
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 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















