Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Riiiot! , by - Chino XL. Song from the album Here To Save You All, in the genre ПопRelease date: 04.04.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: American
Song language: English
Riiiot! |
| You prayed for me and I came! |
| How far you niggaz wanna push me? |
| I’m leaving the crowds happy like OJ Simpson when he got his first |
| white pussy |
| But I’m still annoyed blowin through your selenoid |
| Bringing more Blues to Brothers than Jon Belushi and Dan Akroyd |
| Governmently engineered like E Bola for this rap garage sale |
| by this industry I’m trying not to get fucked like 2Pac in jail |
| You can hate me, but await me like I’m Magic Johnson’s |
| death in a box with Jordan’s pops that ass’ll never take another |
| breath |
| cuz, I write the songs like Barry Manilow |
| I like my Sugar Brown like Hugh Grant fucked D’Angelo |
| Now I got niggaz claimin they saw God unfortunately |
| He wasn’t in the person of Master Farad Muhammad |
| Some often ask how can this nigga molest the English alphabet |
| in one hundred words or less it ain’t the chronic |
| It’s all in the mind like Johnny Mmemonic |
| Before my word is born, surgeons administer antibiotics |
| to drain the phonics, amniotic fluids |
| Delivery, to get Nia deep in your Peeples like Howard Hewett |
| Half-Hitler, half-Jewish, I’m gassed off myself |
| Icono-clismic, twisted without the use of fiber optics |
| Noxious I blows out the sockets I got your Adam’s Apples in my pockets |
| Bullshit like Timmy McVey, like kiddie porn I’m getting popular |
| Popular, no ocular, MC’s perp particular |
| but not quite yet perpendicular |
| Compound fractures fibulas when niggaz step, contest the upper torso |
| I got Chino’s back like a dorsal, fin |
| Comprehend, we bend men from within |
| Chorus: Chino, Ras |
| Your strength in numbers couldn’t hit |
| The yellow nigga from the Gravity click |
| You don’t give a fuck as long as bud gets lit |
| You’re fuckin with the HemiSidal lunatics |
| Like licorice, niggaz begin to twist |
| Lay back and watch your idols get ripped |
| Yo signify if your crew roll thick |
| (Yeah) East Coast (West Coast) beeeotch!!! |
| Verse Two: Ras Kass, Chino XL |
| I circumnavigate the globe with a one-liner like, latitude |
| Put my rhymes in mixed fortune cookies to leave Confucious confused |
| The day a nigga serve Ras is when faggots start straight bashing |
| Without Jermaine Dupri I’m SoSoDef that I need closed captions |
| Won’t see me stressed from no East/West conflict |
| the interest Chino X/Ras Kass like Layne Tito removed you from your |
| bench |
| My retina expands, my brain is trapped like a rat on a running wheel |
| Praise the yellow God or I’ma leave you scarred like that nigga Seal |
| Vernacular understandable, you in a hearse, megahertz, the truth hurts |
| Slang botanical, you’re moving on time-lapse camera |
| Indestractable, dig me like an excavation multiracial valuable |
| Take you out like Saafir took out Casual |
| So check the milk that Jersey made |
| I turn artistic children bilingual |
| On parallel bars I create new dismounts like Chechincko |
| So keep it short and sweet like Sherman Hemsley bonafide queer |
| While I shoot shit up you’re shooting gerbils up your asshole like |
| Richard Gere |
| Verse Three: Ras Kass, Chino XL |
| Bitch ass niggaz what see? |
| I gives a fuck who’s certified platinum or gold |
| Cause I got rhymes for every unit you sold |
| Your plaques corrode when I collage colloquials |
| At first the buzz was local but now the nose grows like Pinnochio |
| No lie, no T-H-C, T-H-E, T-H-O-U-G-H-T |
| Makes me high in intelligence quotient |
| I drop facts like attache |
| Exfoliate rap and come cleaner than Jeru’s enema |
| What’s the secret within my esophagus |
| is discovered like Tutenkahmen’s sarcophogous |
| I got niggaz lookin for Webster’s like George Papadopolous |
| Yo Ras pardon me my unfamiliar soliloquies, similies |
| similar to Reginald Denny’s, facial injuries |
| You couldn’t locate my transient thoughts with lo-jack |
| Molest your mind like Oprah Winfrey’s behind when she was a small |
| child |
| Punchlines with more elasticity than Biggie’s stretch marks |
| Chino X sparks, mad urban |
| I ain’t scared to put the things that going around me on tape like Mark Fuhrman |
| Sexing picture perfect hoes like Pocahontas often |
| And I’d rather hear Willie Nelson than fucking Montell Jordan! |
| Outro: Chino |
| Uhh, yeah |
| Uhh, signify, uhh |
| Uhh, check it out, uhh |
| West coast, uhh, East coast, what? |
| West coast, East coast |
| West, uhh, East, ahh |
| Uhh, that nigga Ras, that nigga Chino |
| The nigga bird, yo that shit is large |