Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Main Aim, artist - Chino XL. Date of issue: 07.12.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Main Aim |
| I stay takin flicks with chicks, spendin G’s on whiz and kicks |
| While those hip hop ticks, stay on my dick |
| MC’s is all ill like bags from Bonton |
| Stay souped up just like won-ton |
| All I got it hard times, the illest rhymes |
| A couple of dimes and a rusty nine that ain’t even mine |
| Thousand dollar links on, gotta get my drink on |
| But ain’t ever put a mink on |
| I still get nice and shoot dice, still eat pork fried rice |
| Still shoot threes like Mark Price |
| Second time around, still gettin down for my crown |
| Give you that hip hop sound |
| Yo, my rugged raps, dip on tracks |
| Like Japs in straw hats in Saigon |
| Through trees other icon, squeeze like py-thons |
| You don’t know who you be facin |
| The gat I bust will split your ass up like segregation |
| Or federation, come together like United Nations |
| To bring oblieteration, 1−51 is what I’m tastin |
| No hesitation when I come through |
| Avoid shit cassette tapes when I scream like Clue (echo) |
| U-G, keep niggas guessin, break bones like teckin |
| While niggas fake moves like wrestlin |
| No question, I bring it every time baby |
| Don’t try to play me, I Roc-a-Fella like Jay-Z |
| «Maintain, few remain in the game |
| So, I remain focus and pop’s the main aim» |
| --] K-Solo from Redman’s «It's Like That» |
| Verse Two: Phantasm, Ug |
| I never did a soundtrack, but my sounds is phat |
| You think that’s gonna hold me back from gettin mines in rap |
| Y’all niggas step to the rear, cause the Dwellas is here |
| Disappeared for a year, now the smoke is clear |
| Debut 23 on the charts and Billboard |
| Even headliners got flawed when we toured |
| Because all my releases are lyrical masterpieces |
| Through the knowledge baby, science that, check my thesis |
| I can’t stand the rain or the pain |
| To see these wack niggas game, aiyyo I’m tryin to maintain |
| I don’t even rhyme no more I explain |
| Rules of the game, simple and plain |
| This rap industry, ain’t shit to me |
| The million dollar man just need currency |
| So I can get this estate and live great |
| Finally a home of my own as king of my throne |
| We’ll roast ya, focus like Manolta, hold gats like a holsta |
| That’ll rip through shirts like the Hulksta |
| Dance on tracks like John Travolta, Saturday Day Night Fe-Ver |
| Put niggas to sleep like e-ther, usin the sleeper, hold |
| My flow be ill |
| Make room rides beats like Masingil, check it |
| I wanna sell like Hootie and the Blowfish |
| My goatie, got shorties sayin I look like Will Smith |
| With cuter lips, huh, my clip slip slugs to toaster |
| Hit your leg and have ya limpin like Keyser Soze |
| Chicks, honeydips, whips whip plus ya poster |
| Re-appose me ya get crushed |
| I cut flows like tight hand cuffs, nigga WHAT |