Текст песни Lil` Jon and the Eastside Boyz f Chyna W - Chnyalude (Outro)
Lil` Jon and the Eastside Boyz f Chyna W - Chnyalude (Outro) слова песни
[Lil Bo - Talking]Aww yeah ya know it was real hanging out wit y`all motherfuckersOn this here album rightBut this motherfucker bout over and uhTime for me to get the hell onBeen in the studio, the motherfucking sun coming upIn this bitch, motherfucker, been in this motherfucking studio Working hard on this motherfucking album {*Background vocals from Lil` Jon & Big Sam come in*}What up B-leech, goddamn Sleet as usual in the motherfucking studioKit, all the boys higher den a motherfuckerWe got Tim over there fucking up shitHa, ha, but like I said time to get up out this album knowhaimsayinHope y`all enjoyed this motherfuckerIt was a lot of hard work putting this bitch togetherGo look out for them, LG`s, my girl Chyna WhyteAnd who knows what else to motherfucking expectFrom the motherfucking BME ya little Biatch(Chorus) x2[Chyna Whyte]It`s one time for my soldiers on the front lineStrapped with AKs, and car bombsWith K-nine blood linesIt`s one time for my killers on the front lineStrapped P-nines and semi-autosActin like it`s no tomorrow[Chyna Whyte]To survive in this world makes me a soldierCause I wear Reeboks, nigga why, cause they colderEvery 3 years I battle my fans thug yearsNow I shed tears, nigga, I ain`t happy hereLike pot, so I blow herb thinking it`ll stop the painWhen I come down I`ll still be left with the strainSo I stay high so my eyes can stay dryAnd I don`t give a fuck whyNigga I was born to dieIn the club head tight off of gin and kiwiCamouflage and dimes so the niggas can`t see meTellin em my name Le-Le or LisaBreaking them walls the Visa 9-millimeterSha-sha click, cock it, rock itNothing but the Reeboks and poppinNuttin but motherfucking nines and Bump, bump, you be running like Forrest GumpKnock you on yo ass like Humpty DumpChyna Whyte leaves niggas in a slump, serialDeadly like disease venerealGame as be RD imperialPumpin through your stereo, nigga what you knowAin`t no log when that fo`-fo`Ejaculate up in your fo` doorBitch die slow, lyrical calicoPurple tablets I flowNone want war, GambinoEmptyin clips, I ripsMotevl I flipsWords comin off the lips like Teflon`s hipsIT`S ONE TIME!