Chino Xl

Chino Xl - Feelin' Evil songtekst

Je score:

Yo  can I represent Gravitation to the fullest? Word up. Some times I
 just
 cool out  yeah  come on  get with it.
 Hook:
 Yo  it's still an ill vibe when I want to unwind
 "Like you inhale  like a breath of fresh air"  Phife Dog from "Can I
 Kick It?"
 Verse 1:
 Slice like a cesarean  shoot like insulin
 Hip hop lives at no radio station  penetrate you like a vaccination
 Fascination do you like styro foam and crush ya
 Needles in pressure points, acupuncture
 You shouldn't of start no rubbish you got no indentity like Jay
 You sing more blues than Sarah Vawn, easy to ruin like sued
 Respect like Areatha Franklin', half asleep dark must be
 But still American as fuckin' in the back seat
 Yo dig this, Your biting is constant
 When I knock shit, get your wig split, I rip shit
 Till I'm sweatly like Whoopi's armpits
 The bomb's lit, you try to pick my style like chop sticks
 No concepts, you would of met me long ago
 Producers put me on hold
 Now I can roast you motherfuckers like Roticery Gold
 And this whole rap world is gonna miss me when I retire
 Vampire, I be setting homeless motherfuckers on FIRE!
 Hook (x2)
 "Day after day after day"
 The yellow nigga try to chill but then, I'm feelin' evil again
 "Day after day after day" and everytime I pick up the pen
 I'm feelin' evil again "Day after day after day"
 Since the only good friend is a dead friend, I'm feelin' evil again
 "Day after day after day" Everytime my temper go thin
 I'm feelin' evil again
 Girl talking:
 "A-yo fuck you, you yellow ass nigga, you ain't sayin' shit.I know you
 ain't trying to diss me with that ole evil shit. A-yo what's fuckin'
 with
 that? Chino you ain't shit and you ain't ever gonna be shit.(aaaaaah)
 Verse 2:
 I put out more wax than Martin Lawrence earlobe
 I rock forever, Or at least until the Jets win the Super Bowl
 There's no comparing me, shocking your system like Chemotherapy
 Osmosis, cysticfibrosis, Slick Rick eye could be the closest
 I focus, on Naomi Campbel, but she's a leisbian (damn)
 Stress me and, I'll make you see more stars than planetariums
 Your horrorcore is homocore, you screamin' you Evil Live
 Only played on AM and your vinyl is a 45
 No Indecent Proposals cause I'm not Woody Harrelson
 I ain't checkin' for you like PE's new album son
 (Blurting obscenities at random) I think you got Turret
 I make niggas sore like the first pussy Tyson get
 What part of Jersy do you come from black?
 The part that white people be speeding though in 6 seconds flat
 They scared of death, they out of breath, they gonna get car-jacked
 That's what happens when you don't recognize hipanic and blacks
 Blessed by the nation, cause I'm expecting to blow up
 More than Tevin Cambell is expected to have a sex-change operation
 (oooooh)
 Hook
 Outro:
 Fuck all of y'all
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Taal: Engels

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