Riiiot Lyrics - Singles - Chino Xl

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 

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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 

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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 

The interest chino x/ras kass like layne tito removed you from your bench 

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