[Chorus: Girl + (Chino XL)]
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Girl that's a fly nigga (I told you so)
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Daddy come up with the rhyme nigga (Yo, I told you so)
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Lyrically he crucifies niggaz (Yo, I told you so)
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Chino's here, bye bye niggaz, ha hah! (Yo, check it out)
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Girl that's a fly nigga (Yeah, I told you so)
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Daddy come up with the rhyme nigga (Yo, I told you so)
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Lyrically he crucifies niggaz (Bust it, I told you so)
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Chino's here, bye bye niggaz, ha hah! (Peep it, yo, yo)
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[Chino XL]
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Multiplicty, out huntin my clones
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Rap's turnin out more sweet proteges than Quincy Jones
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My style pendergrass shoes: never touched the ground
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My IQ so high it ain't no number it's a sound
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I'm Jim Brown in his day, toughest nigga to tackle
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I'll leave your brains hangin out like Chris Rock's adam's apple
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I'm so rare, battlin Chino's like Africa:
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Yeah niggaz talk about it but they don't really wanna go there
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I'm hooked in leather, floored never
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Create more tracks than Brandy and Monica's weaves put together
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This to whoever if you rhyme like a daughter of mine
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You sound like me so much I think my sperm's in your water supply
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With a war to survive I slaughter and mortify
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Creating a torture guy be forced and falsified
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And duplicated and authorised
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I autograph a girl's bra, menage-a-trois
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I dont want no men in shit, let's have a women-age-a-trois
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Chorus (w/ slight variations)
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[Chino XL]
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On everything that I love, I attack rap genres..
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Fatter than Chaka Khan was
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XL excederin verbal medicine sealed for tamperin
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Consider me the Master P of God like Kirk Frank-lin
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Shoot 'em shank 'em and burn they skin
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Blast for laughs at Chino actions
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Skill is a blessin you cowards could only imagine
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You ain't an X-Man like comic books, you an ex-man like RuPaul
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Run through y'all leave y'all stiffer than Ken dolls
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You wanna start friction? Play Don and King and..
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.. end up gettin fucked like Ving Rhames in "Pulp Fiction"
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My rhymes hot they just might trigger the sprinkler system
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Like freaks that Eddie Murphy, call witch you comin up missin
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Now you gonna listen?! Or do I have to remind you?
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I'll punch a hole through your chest
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and give a pound to the man behind you
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Killin you and the nigga that signed you like my Dad invented murder
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I rhyme til it's a torture to me, exhaust like a catalytic converter
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It's sad for me to admit I heard of, you, such a fake one
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There's so many gay rappers
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they probably diss me cause I'm the straight one
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Plus chicks can't trick the light-skinned nigga with the long hair
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With Nick Cage in an airplane these hoes couldn't +Con Air+
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Chorus (w/ slight variations)
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[Chino XL]
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Yo, yo, you wanna raise up? Now that takes bravery
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I house niggaz like light-skinned-ed Africans durin slavery
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I detonate crazily, a bomb, military can't disable me
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So loose in the cypher I got Lucifer ashamed of me
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Fuck who you proclaim to be, better reconsider
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Turned on wrestlin and Goldberg was like "Chino that's a big nigga"
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I died a thousand deaths to possess skills such as this
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With delivery like where Arabs live: in-tents/intense
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Sliding in events riding inside of limos with tints
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Been rhyming since Timberland trees were seeds; Burger King was Prince
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Better run for the fence, click clack on all you rats
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I shoot blindly like I'm Ray Charles with loaded gats
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(Shit) The fact is, I'm one of them crazy half-black kids
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Like Jesus in the army but I earn my stripes like zebras
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Without the H.I.V. I'm positive you don't wanna test
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I leave rappers confused like homeless cats on house arrest
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Chorus til fade
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I Told You So
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| Chino XL |
