Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All I Wanna Do, artist - Chino XL. Date of issue: 29.08.2012
Song language: English
All I Wanna Do |
| What’chu talkin 'bout yo? |
| The fuck you mean yo? |
| I’m an MC, I rock all type of shit yo |
| I started rockin in parties in, in 8th grade nigga |
| Watch how I do this shit |
| Aight, verse one, fuckin with me |
| Is fuckin with the worst one, I spit it with speed |
| With skill of a surgeon, if you buyin that weed |
| And carrying guns or missin Big Pun let me hear y’all niggas |
| It’s curtains if you try to impede |
| On gettin this work done, you better believe |
| The murderous version, Puerto Rican gangstas |
| Crips, Bloods, pimps, thugs in this club let me hear y’all niggas |
| Deferred funds, money and royalties |
| Killin my burdens, my MC loyalties |
| Spittin from my lungs, if you sittin in yo' whip |
| Hollerin at a bitch, blastin my shit let me hear y’all niggas |
| I burst 'em, you thinkin I wouldn’t squeeze |
| He in a hearse numb, pain and penalties |
| Jers', Jerusalem, Christian, Muslim |
| Everybody make it jump, get it crunk when it come, yo |
| I don’t give a fuck about nothin |
| I just wanna smoke, fuck, drink, and verbal murder somethin (okay) |
| I’m the papi the mamis all lovin |
| When I smoke, fuck, drink, and verbal murder somethin |
| I don’t give a fuck about nothin (uh-uh) |
| I just wan' smoke, fuck, drink, and verbal murder somethin (okay) |
| I’m the papi that the mamis all lovin |
| When I smoke, fuck, drink, and verbal murder somethin |
| Honestly it’s a little too live tonight |
| Like somebody gonna get shot tonight |
| Beastin, me and my niggas when our money ain’t right |
| We still got enough game to pull a bitch that’s tight |
| Have Chinese or Japanese mamis on they knees |
| Gasped, I told 'em my twin sister was Alicia Keys (hahaha) |
| But I ain’t lovin her — I got a lot of muscles |
| That gotta count for somethin, Schwarzenegger is a governor |
| But I ain’t carjackin no Hummer to impress |
| Ladies call me Champagne, I keep they pussies Moet/mo' wet |
| This that Puerto Rican gangsta shit |
| I’m half-black, got a big ass dick |
| Checkin mami with the thick ass lips |
| She ain’t impressed with these lyrical skills |
| I make movies and got record deals to pay those bills |
| Take those pills for real, she borin when she sober (yup) |
| These bitches is Jewish how much they gettin +Passed Over+ |
| Yo… check it |
| Dawg, don’t even comment, I’m hotter than a comet |
| These snitch niggas don’t turn states, they turn continents |
| I tell nothin with confidence, my intolerance legendary |
| Hostile in monetary in punchlines I’ve said already |
| Threw 'em in the garbage next to Oscar the Grouch |
| 8 million dollar house sellin lines by the ounce |
| Identify yo' wifey by the size of her mouth |
| Stretch marks to accommodate my massive amounts |
| Without doubts I’m too violent (uh-huh) |
| Never retirin, pushin a Jag, playing «Vice City» on my palm pilot |
| I’m not a kind man, I run with con men |
| Strong, throwing +Signs+ like M. Night Shyamalan |
| Go 'head and bring the drama on (uh-huh) |
| I’ll whip that ass, take pictures of it on my Sprint picture-takin cell phone |
| Your little wifey’s at home, thinkin I’m God |
| I’m leavin your ride full of more holes than Spongebob (blaow!) |