Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All I Wanna Do...(Bout Nuthin'), artist - Chino XL. Album song Poison Pen, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.10.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: ACTIVATE ENTERTAINMENT
Song language: English
All I Wanna Do...(Bout Nuthin') |
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!) |