Outro Chynalude

Текст песни Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz - Outro Chynalude

Aw-yeah, you know what I'm sayin'?
It's been real hanging out with y'all motherfuckers on this here album, right?
But uh, this motherfucker 'bout over and uh, it's time for me to get the hell on
Been in the studio, the motherfucking sun coming up
In this bitch, been in this motherfucking studio
Working hard on this motherfucking album
What up B-leech? You over there god-damn, Sleet as usual, in the motherfucking studio

Kit, all the boys higher than a motherfucker
We got Tim over there fucking up shit
(Ha-ha-ha) but anyway, like I said time to get the fuck up out this album, you know what I'm sayin?
Hope y'all enjoyed this motherfucker?
It's a lot of hard work putting this bitch together
Go and look out for them LG's, my girl Chyna Whyte
And who knows what else to motherfucking expect
From the motherfucking BME, you little biatch!

It's one time for my soldiers on the front line
Strapped with AKs, and car bombs, with K-nine bloodlines
It's one time for my killers on the front line
Strapped P-nines and semi-autos
Actin' like it's no tomorrow

It's one time for my soldiers on the front line
Strapped with AKs, and car bombs, with K-nine bloodlines
It's one time for my killers on the front line
Strapped P-nines and semi-autos
Actin' like it's no tomorrow

To survive in this world makes me a soldier
So I wear Reeboks, nigga why?, 'Cause they colder
It's three years, every day I battle my fans thug years
And now I shed tears, nigga, I ain't happy here, like pot
So I blow herb, thinkin' it'll stop the pain
And when I come down, I'll still be left with the strain
So I stay high, so my eyes can stay dry

And I don't give a fuck why, nigga I was born to die
In the club, head tight off of gin and kiwi
Camouflage and dimes, so the niggas can't see me
Tellin' 'em my name Le-Le or Lisa
Breakin' them walls, the Visa 9-millimeter
Sha-sha, cock it, rock it
Nothing but the Reeboks and poppin'

Motherfucking nines Glocks and bump-bump
You be runnin' like Forrest Gump
Knock you on yoor ass like Humpty Dump
Chyna Whyte leaves niggas in a slump, serial
Deadly like disease venereal Game as BB Imperial
Pumpin' through your stereo, nigga what you know?

Ain't no log when that four-four ejaculate up in your four door
Bitch, die slow, lyrical calico
Purple tablets I flow
None in war, Gambino
Emptyin clips, I rips
The Motevl I flips
Words comin' off the lips like Teflon's hips

It's one time