Jin

Jin - Learn Chinese lyrics

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Yeah I'm chinese, and what?

(Another preview of Jin album)

Yeah you know who this is, Jin, and let me just tell you this

The days of the pork fried rice and the chicken wings comin to ur house by me is over

(This is it, it's crazy)

(OVA!!!)





Ya'll gon learn chinese, ya'll gon learn chinese

Ya'll gon learn chinese, when the pumps come out, your gon speak chinese

Ya'll gon learn chinese, (chinese)

Ya'll gon be chinese (chinese)

Ya'll gon learn chinese, when the pumps go off, ya'll gon speak chinese



This hip-hop shit can fuck up your head man

I know a bunch of crips that love redman

And walk in New york, man things dun change

STOP, the chinks do it again

This aint Bruce Lee, I watch too much T.V

This is the game of death, when I aim for you chest

And too much sex got me seeing slow motion, eyes barely open, with a roach roastin'

And ur girl, she love the Jin motion, rub it on her body like body shop lotion

What's the comotion? You never seen me?

Original chinky eye MC?

Ya'll don't want to stop to the army

Double R rank refugee

And the barrel of the gun gon make you speak another language

And amigo I ain't talking bout spanish





Ya'll gon learn chinese, ya'll gon learn chinese

Ya'll gon learn chinese, when the pumps come out, your gon speak chinese

Ya'll gon learn chinese, (chinese)

Ya'll gon be chinese (chinese)

Ya'll gon learn chinese, when the pumps go off, ya'll gon speak chinese



This one goes out to those who ordered four chicken wings, pork fried rice and rolled dice in the hood

You think shit it's all good?

To the cowboys that roll out like Clint Eastwood

I wish you would, come to CHINA TOWN

Get lost in town, end up in the lost and found

Eye witnesses? 

You must be crazy, we don't speak english, we speak chinese

And the only popo we know,

Is the pigs on the hook out by the window

Each time they harass me I wanna explode

We should ride the train for free, we built the railroads

I ain't your 50 cent, I ain't your Eminem, I ain't your Jigga Man, I'm a CHINA man

Ginseng in the palm of my hands, she looked suprised when she saw it in the palm of her hands

And you  know what's next?

Safe sex, I'll be damned if I sleep in the flesh in the insest



(CHINESE)
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