| Yo stop driving crazy!
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| (Chino)
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| Shut the fuck up yo! |
| I drive… Yo word is bond, I need a sign, yo
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| I’m stopping right here till I get a sign
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| (Lightning Sounds)
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| (Chino)
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| Look at that shit! |
| What’s that nigga? |
| Ohh shit yo! |
| I can’t believe this…
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| (Angel Speaks)
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| Chino my love, although many will come before you
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| Trying to be just like you, there will never be another you
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| You’ve traveled so far to get here
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| Don’t allow the world to make you forget why
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| Our ancestors are with you, and will lead you
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| Never let your mental conquer me
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| Never love my enemy
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| You could never take my history
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| You could never block my destiny
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| Never did love follow me
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| And I’ll never return to poverty
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| Never fooled by Satan’s jealousy
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| Until my heaven inherits me…
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| I won’t lie, some nights I feel like I’ve been forsaken by God
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| Victimized, plagarized like Speilberg did Amistad
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| He who laughs last laughs best but never again is the mantra that I cry…
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| I spit like Ming the merciless, blissless bliss high risk piss
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| Clench fist, the massicistic sadistic from every verse on this
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| Behold my serpents hair like purseus ill impossibly
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| Larceny, broken velocity through lightning speed viscosity
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| My philosophy, speak animosity keep shit in a bag like a colostomy
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| I’m pro you’re junior varsity
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| If «Twelve Angry Viewers» on MTV
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| Diss my shit I’ll hunt down and kill 'em all individually
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| I make headlines considerably
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| Sorcery with no plea bargain, or jargon, or glossary
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| Fuck the Insane Clown Posse, of rap their making a mockery
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| You’ll retire like Seinfeld waiting on titles that I’ve held
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| Rockin' gold like Dennis Leary blasting assasins sent to kill me
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| Feel me, you take notes like court stenography, you better watch me
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| I take beef personally to your villa steps like Versace
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| More Colt 45's than Billy Dee, collecting disability
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| I’ll shoot out with Bill & Hillary, still won’t run out of artillery
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| While you trying to make all net like Iver-son or Jor-don
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| I’m extor-tin trying to make all net like Forbes to make a for-tune
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| Stick that ass in phone booth’s, drinking 151 proof
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| Laughing at that bitch with a gold tooth
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| Flicking my ashes out of a sunroof
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| Uncooth industry snotty and shady can’t no Bible save me
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| From throwing you offmy tour bus like Bobby did Whitney & baby
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| Get with me? |
| Maybe, but then be hunted
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| You ain’t no killer or gangster smiling
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| Or dancing interviewed by Teen Summit
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| My multi-topical written flows containing subjects that vary
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| But still all relative like West Virginian’s before they marry
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| I blind you in stereo or mono I’m deluxe while you ride econo
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| Out of there, broke like the first host of the Vibe show
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| Your wives know I fuck like
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| Marky Mark on Boogie Nights while Guinessed out
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| While famous bitches give me head with Pop Rocks in their mouths
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| Me dissapear? |
| Never again, go to war with Vatican men
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| It’ll take a whole cast of E.R. to have your ass walking again
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| You’re an over-rated player that white fans love like DiMaggio
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| You off-air like Wendy Williams, out of the air like John Denver
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| Till forever you remeber, I’m falling off? |
| Never…
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| (Girl Singing)
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| I’m god… 4X
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| Never can you stop my hostility
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| Never love my enemy
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| Never get me out your memory
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| I am never beaten lyrically
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| Never fear, go head & murder me
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| So my God will be right next to me…
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| I’m descending from the sky like Gabriel the arch angel
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| With weight of world on shoulders like Aretha Franklin’s ankles
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| You liars, I’m tired of all your fake drug dealing tales
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| The only time yall see grams is when yall drink them gingerales
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| I hold the hammer to, your head piece flush you! |
| like genitals
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| I’ll battle & bring evil that’ll make your priest abandon you
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| Through translucent fuschia zones poems, my vocal tones are dark
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| Catacombs that’ll scatter domes with the phermones of old bones
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| In Germany eternally my victim hemorages internally
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| Until the stench of decaying flesh, accompany Manson’s death
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| If you ask, bet, i’ll take your breath a diffrent aspect
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| Enter the lung get shredded by person to person contact
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| But beyond that, any rappers death I’m behind that
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| I’ll get that ass touced in any jail you do time at |
| In every verse ditto
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| My defeat, you better have more blindfolded Faith
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| Than a kidnapped version of Biggie’s widow
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| Kiddo, you ain’t worth hospitals till im hospitable enough
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| To put you inside of a hospital after I smoke critical amounts of dust
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| Thus my mind spoke on Jedi pedestals and roasting demos
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| Semi seminals who try to test testicles of this mc’s quotables
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| I’ll make the proudest of all Dominicans swing flags for Puerto Rico
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| And kill any blanco gringo reffering to Chino as chico
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| By summoning the smoldering murdering minister thats mastering mayhem
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| Slaying day out & day in out’spoke’n like a dayton
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| Rim that be keeping 'em staggering through lyrical pattern and
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| Traveling through my abdomen unraveling
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| At the speed of a javelin still reppin' Vatican
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| And invade like Mexican notify next to kin cats I’m invested in
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| Don’t worship Christ, they worship the theives crucified next to him
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| Poison men cringes, from poison pen syringes
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| These niggas couldn’t be stars if they were thrown by Chinese ninjas
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| Chino you bring phantasm plus you G like the dwellas
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| And been touched by an angel like Della, me fear y’all niggas?
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| Never… |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nunca, artist - Chino XL. Album song I Told You So, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп