Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chyna Whyte, artist - Foxy Brown. Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Song language: English
Chyna Whyte |
| Y’all know me right? |
| I’m that same bitch y’all niggas want for half price |
| Same bitch y’all niggas be blamin’all y’all problems on |
| I’m the reason why half y’all niggas |
| Can’t even go in your moms’crib no more |
| Uh. |
| I’m the type of bitch leave a nigga nose stiff |
| And get his hoes hit, make his toes shift |
| Tell the mans and them, look, y’all ain’t have shit |
| 'Til y’all motherfuckers switch and smoke this shit |
| The reason Mike fucked around and moped his bitch |
| In his jones, little son Troy is loc-ed and shit |
| I ain’t the cause of niggas with knives that tote this shit |
| It’s when they spit cuz niggas came up real short with they shit |
| And I’m on a nigga like novicane, straight to the brain |
| Shoot it up and get both his nose and toes at the same |
| Nigga’s gave me nickname, Chyna, last name White |
| Guaranteed to have your ass open first night |
| Bad bitch, slanted eyes, powdered with white |
| Somethin’special, not your average baddest little thing in sight |
| I know this dude Ritz that fucked with a bitch |
| Get you right, matter of fact, dude could get her half price |
| No shit, she got a crew that ain’t nothin nice, dime shit |
| Had y’all motherfuckers believin’that y’all can fly and shit |
| Matter fact Mel, used to fuck a girl Trish gal |
| Unique hit little E and bomb bags heroin |
| Now they assed out, in the hood massed out |
| Gave a rex and Tim’s fucked up with they gats out |
| Wit no love |
| Ill Nana, Ill Nana, I need ten dollars, Ill Nana |
| Baby I can’t give you no more money |
| What you mean you can’t give me no money? |
| Man, boy, where’s my TV? |
| Nana, I smoked the TV |
| Uh, no love, changed a few thugs, new drugs |
| Niggas started stashin’things on Mother Gasten |
| Hottest shit to hit the streets, divide peeps |
| Divide crew love, fuck trees, now it’s OZ’s |
| Small leaks and niggas with false leads and nosebleeds |
| Vein popped, pop shells and close sales |
| Bitches, they nose frail, got the word that coke sale |
| Uh, flip it once you can match a nigga bail |
| Uh, flip it twice you officially on Had the richest niggas fucked up, kissin’your thong |
| Mystery’s on Uh, flip it three times, you straight, crib on a lake |
| Cristal and cheese cake, cock sucker d shake, niggas flake |
| Huh, flip it once more, you’re leary, huh |
| Feds in your ass, skid money don’t make money |
| What happened to get money? |
| The bitches, the cars and brick money |
| The spot on Bain Bridge |
| Y’all niggas ain’t claimin’shit now, huh |
| Y’all know me now, fucked up in the game |
| No love, no love. |