Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Outro Chynalude, artist - Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz. Date of issue: 21.05.2001
Record label: The Orchard
Song language: English
Outro Chynalude |
| Aww yeah ya know it was real hanging out wit y’all motherf**kers |
| On this here album right |
| But this motherf**ker bout over and uh |
| Time for me to get the hell on |
| Been in the studio, the motherf**king sun coming up |
| In this bitch, motherf**ker, been in this motherf**king studio |
| Working hard on this motherf**king album |
| (Background vocals from Lil' Jon & Big Sam come in) |
| What up B-leech, goddamn Sleet as usual in the motherf**king studio |
| Kit, all the boys higher den a motherf**ker |
| We got Tim over there f**king up shit |
| Ha, ha, but like I said time to get up out this album knowhaimsayin |
| Hope y’all enjoyed this motherf**ker |
| It was a lot of hard work putting this bitch together |
| Go look out for them, LG’s, my girl Chyna Whyte |
| And who knows what else to motherf**king expect |
| From the motherf**king BME ya little Biatch |
| (Chyna Whyte) |
| It’s one time for my soldiers on the front line |
| Strapped with AKs, and car bombs |
| With K-nine blood lines |
| It’s one time for my killers on the front line |
| Strapped P-nines and semi-autos |
| Actin like it’s no tomorrow |
| (Chyna Whyte) |
| To survive in this world makes me a soldier |
| Cause I wear Reeboks, nigga why, cause they colder |
| Every 3 years I battle my fans thug years |
| Now I shed tears, nigga, I ain’t happy here |
| Like pot, so I blow herb thinking it’ll stop the pain |
| When I come down I’ll still be left with the strain |
| So I stay high so my eyes can stay dry |
| And I don’t give a f**k why |
| Nigga I was born to die |
| In the club head tight off of gin and kiwi |
| Camouflage and dimes so the niggas can’t see me |
| Tellin em my name Le-Le or Lisa |
| Breaking them walls the Visa 9-millimeter |
| Sha-sha click, cock it, rock it |
| Nothing but the Reeboks and poppin |
| Nuttin but motherf**king nines and |
| Bump, bump, you be running like Forrest Gump |
| Knock you on yo ass like Humpty Dump |
| Chyna Whyte leaves niggas in a slump, serial |
| Deadly like disease venereal |
| Game as be RD imperial |
| Pumpin through your stereo, nigga what you know |
| Ain’t no log when that fo'-fo' |
| Ejaculate up in your fo' door |
| Bitch die slow, lyrical calico |
| Purple tablets I flow |
| None want war, Gambino |
| Emptyin clips, I rips |
| Motevl I flips |
| Words comin off the lips like Teflon’s hips |
| IT’S ONE TIME! |