Chorus: (Chino XL & Playalitical)
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It takes a little time to show the blind
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Which way to walk in the dark, let my rhyme shine
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Lyrics' a lost start but still I'm lovin mine
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We can bring you the blood, stay in the lines
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Stay in the lines like a kid when they colorin'
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Stay in the lines fuck you and who you runnin' with
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Stay in the lines you don't want me to get on some other shit
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Stay in the lines, Stay in the lines ...
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Verse 1: (Chino XL)
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Yo,
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Everytime I rhyme it's history in the makin', dog
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Ready to go to war like Israel versus Lebanon
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Don't it make you happy when you hear Chino's on ?
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Even if I had to commit down a little bit for that song
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Man, I still flush your head down the toilette bowl
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Shoot you in broad day to witnesses sayin' it was Sean Paul
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I figured that I saved myself, I can't save you all
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Poofed the radio, I was a star working with Snoop Dogg
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"Chino, you finally blowin' up", think I'ma say
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Shut you down like Jennifer Hudson do to Beyonce
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My secret is I just don't give a fuck
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I spit funky like James Brown's body's inside my pickup truck
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Will I slap him up? Fuck it, don't ask !
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Be up in the crib with a black ski mask
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They try to hate me out the game like Dame Dash
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But we pray it never happen like Aalyiah's plane crash
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Come on, man ...
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Chorus: (Chino XL & Playalitical)
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It takes a little time to show the blind
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Which way to walk in the dark, let my rhyme shine
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Lyrics' a lost start but still I'm lovin mine
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We can bring you the blood, stay in the lines
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Stay in the lines like a kid when they colorin'
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Stay in the lines fuck you and who you runnin' with
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Stay in the lines you don't want me to get on some other shit
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Stay in the lines, Stay in the lines ...
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Verse 2: (Chino XL)
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Yo,
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I try to get a grip on my emotions
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Chino is death, I circled the heads of dying vultures
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Inhaling breath and XL sweat, trying to focus
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When Dr.Dre said I was ill, hell of a moment!
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Askin' God for a permit for my sins
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But DJs on air, literally out of windows from my spins
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I got some commercial shit, I had to feed my kids
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Still give MCs surgery like 30 lil kims
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Back when me and Ras Kaas was chippin' in on hamburgers
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Writin' thousands of bars, spittin' implanted murders
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Before the game went so corporate, shit
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I shoulda' chopped off my hand that write rhymes
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And fuckin' auctioned it ...
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Men, I spill flows that nobody smiles be
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That push release dates back like 50 did Styles P.
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My features heaters' higher that Whitney with a fever
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Keepin' niggas on they' toes like thug ballerinas
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Come on, man ...
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Chorus: (Chino XL & Playalitical) - 2 times
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It takes a little time to show the blind
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Which way to walk in the dark, let my rhyme shine
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Lyrics' a lost start but still I'm lovin mine
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We can bring you the blood, stay in the lines
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Stay in the lines like a kid when they colorin'
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Stay in the lines fuck you and who you runnin' with
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Stay in the lines you don't want me to get on some other shit
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Stay in the lines, Stay in the lines ...
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Stay In The Lines
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| Chino XL |
