Текст песни Chino XL f Saafir - I Told You So
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* send corrections to the typist[Verse 1 - Chino XL]A pretty smile can cover up a characterDirtier than Janet Jackson`s clothesWhen she played Penny on "Good Times" (right)A chick in the hood shinesBut blind to trick niggaThat has not been exposed to this mentality of mines...(I find the one I want) If she step upI get her open like every piece of my mail when I was locked upLaced up stupid after I drop `emThen fuck every model in Q-tip videos with the same condom(I never met a bitch) That faded meCus mentally and physically God was showing off when he created me(Be afraid of me)But stop hating me cus women are loving me, I`m sorryThat you was a virgin until your record release party (right)Hoes won`t admit this, but that`s groupie`s style (yeah)I call `em Cleopatras, they the queens of +The Nile/denial+And these trick niggas dead on `emBithces looking like Barbie doll bodies with a G.I. Joe head on `emIt`s pathetic how quickly are to get nakedProbably infected, shieet! Give me the ones with good creditOr Dead it, Admitedly I have a fetish you could be onI like an ass so fat she can turn a boxer shorts to thongs(Is you hot from all my songs?)She diggin` me, Got women fingering themselvesThinking of women fingering themselves that are thinking of meYou know what sickening me? (Yo dog express your feelings)If Eric Bennet can get Halle Berry I deserve Vannesa WilliamsIt`s how it goes (*3X*)Tell `em how it goes yo...(Chorus)Saafir + [Chino XL]This is how it goesDown in the town of West Oakland keepin` hoes soaked in[This game will never change][In Jersey freaks touch concrete eight inches on cheese baby]It`ll never beAnother me, sauce see squeeze up on a hoe like"Oh shit you got to pay me!"[Saafir Talking]That`s real talk,And you know what`s that fat white man nameBen FranklinThe bald head nigga with the glasses... feel me[Verse 2 - Saafir]I dead tricks in the game (what)Baptise they eyes with the reply that I ain`t flyTrick, bitch, I`m an astronautWith so much hot acid cock on the concreteYou gotta wear sunblock (know)Sending these hoes like meteors (whooosh)By 2004 you`ll see me in a space suitPaper chasin` with hoes in pursuit of my bootsTouch down on that pimp planet, floor(Gimmie some more)Up goes the flag made out of wigs and galore(Take that back)Panties are vision for male tricks on a mission to hold hoes downLike gravity, (ha ha), Imagine me (trick)Cus the way from ya`ll I`m like years with the fly gearAnd better than credit thats limitlessFor breaking a bitch I`m in the mothafucking book of Guinesses(Breakin` records) Under H.O.T.Short for: Hoold Ooooon,... Trick!Let me switch your ?cre-day to maydayTime to show up, hoe up or blow up (blow up!)But you know what? (what)I gotta keep tellin` my other halfNigga they don`t know us, thou shall not hold trustI`ll pass the ass on mine, playalistically divineNo Nickelodeon shitHoe take out your clothes and get into this here ?feronien? slick(Chorus)[Chino XL]See I dont` chase these hoes,These hoes chase me, why chase the doe, yo[Chino XL signing]Your purse comes first your ass comes lastAnd I don`t know how long we gon` lastBut what you do with all your money babyYou bring it all home to Chi...[Verse 3 - Saafir]