文本歌词

What You Got - Chino Xl
Y'all coward n***as make a n***a like me laugh
What the f**k yea yea chargin' y'all n***as
Yea yea behold the only thing greater than yourself
I'll slash ya grill don't start me
You'll be the only entertainer with less groupies than Biz Markie
I'm never dull Chino the pretty thug style centerfold
I'll have every Latin in
The country aimin' at ya skull
I'll aim it at the Pope if
He claimin' he sellin' the most d**e
My Jersey blocks is locked tighter
Than prisoners hold soap
And listeners where we vote out ya
CD and vinyl the final result
Yell f**k tricks and smoke till our vocals combine with a Colt
They playi'n this in every club whip party and bar you in
Give you more blood clots than two Jamaicans arguin'
Sweat till ya fake silver platinum chains is tarnishin'
Women shakin' they ovaries look what we accomplishin' what
We got better lyrics than you got what you got
We got better b***hes than you got what you got
We run with more killas than you got what you got
We got better whips than you got what you got
We got better cribs than you got what you got
We got better b***hes than you got what you got
We run with more killas than you got what you got
We got better lyrics than you got what you got
Go what I got what I got you know
What I got if I baby man
What I got what I got
Know I did family come on bad boy
Coming to kill me I can't hear that
Fear is a stimulus I haven't been programmed to feel yet
Snatch you outta your Roots like I'm from Illadelph
What I do to push your hairline back Rogaine won't help
My Quest for the wealth like stone
Cold Austin's quest for the belt
I mention myself as a celestial cell an extension of hell
At a lynching I smile cut myself down murder your guest list
My style never a drag like they do black men in Texas
Next rapper to mention this I'mma show them the real threat
'Cause I'mma ride till my daughters like daddy are we there yet
Ain't no priest in the streets only *** before miracles
See more keys than a lot of Hammer's repossessed vehicles
Told you I was coming you ain't believe I'm assumin'
If we all super heroes these b***h n***as must be
Wonder women
Fist to fist skin to skin I make you fall flat
Brat little n***as the tat on my shoulder cover they whole back
Can't hold back splatter they whole rap to match my
****tin' on MC's wipin' my a*s on they notebooks
How the broke crooks in videos leave me stressed
I'll turn on channel 2 if I wanna CBS b***h
We got better lyrics than you got what you got
We got better b***hes than you got what you got
We run with more killas than you got what you got
We got better whips than you got what you got
We got better cribs than you got what you got
We got better b***hes than you got what you got
We run with more killas than you got what you got
We got better lyrics than you got what you got
Least but not last I'll blast an informant
Until he has the cash to put end to his torment
Now shine up the brass for his coffin
I'm last of the rawest my passion ain't dormant
I've mastered the forces I rap to the chorus
My cast is enormous I'm fast and I'm cautious
Twenty inch arms stronger than forklifts
Smoke hash in front of reporters till I choke and they nauseous
And smash through the glass of your Porsche's
Show you how Newark is as hard as divorces
Lay you out dead in the grass on the forest
My craft is flawless have ya flesh wrapped in a blackened sausage
Blood Splashed across it for rhymin' like a fag in a cordless
Murder all witnesses nosey standing on porches
Like torches super human Chino's skin never scorches
Drape your family reunion in black funeral mourners
Have cats that sell ya *** for you avoid usual corners
I never lost this mad lust to be rap's Colossus
Breakin' companies Jersey got women strapped inside they office
I got DJ Supporters and women makin' sex offers
I got a crib like a fortress tuition for all my daughters
I got rhymes hot like sauna's and thousands from Time Warner
I got killas on every corner surrounded by Jewish lawyers
What what what
We got better lyrics than you got what you got
We got better b***hes than you got what you got
We run with more killas than you got what you got
We got better whips than you got what you got
We got better cribs than you got what you got
We got better b***hes than you got what you got
We run with more killas than you got what you got
We got better lyrics than you got what you got
What I got what I got you know
What I got if I baby man
What I got what I got
Now I did kill me come on f**ker
What I got what I got
You know
What I got if I baby man
What I got what I got
Now I did kill me come on f**ker