I Told You So (Chino XL)

[Chorus: Girl + (Chino XL)] Girl that's a fly nigga (I told you so) Daddy come up with the rhyme nigga (Yo, I told you so) Lyrically he crucifies niggaz (Yo, I told you so) Chino's here, bye bye niggaz, ha hah! (Yo, check it out) Girl that's a fly nigga (Yeah, I told you so) Daddy come up with the rhyme nigga (Yo, I told you so) Lyrically he crucifies niggaz (Bust it, I told you so) Chino's here, bye bye niggaz, ha hah! (Peep it, yo, yo) [Chino XL] Multiplicty, out huntin my clones Rap's turnin out more sweet proteges than Quincy Jones My style pendergrass shoes: never touched the ground My IQ so high it ain't no number it's a sound I'm Jim Brown in his day, toughest nigga to tackle I'll leave your brains hangin out like Chris Rock's adam's apple I'm so rare, battlin Chino's like Africa: Yeah niggaz talk about it but they don't really wanna go there I'm hooked in leather, floored never Create more tracks than Brandy and Monica's weaves put together This to whoever if you rhyme like a daughter of mine You sound like me so much I think my sperm's in your water supply With a war to survive I slaughter and mortify Creating a torture guy be forced and falsified And duplicated and authorised I autograph a girl's bra, menage-a-trois I dont want no men in shit, let's have a women-age-a-trois Chorus (w/ slight variations) [Chino XL] On everything that I love, I attack rap genres.. Fatter than Chaka Khan was XL excederin verbal medicine sealed for tamperin Consider me the Master P of God like Kirk Frank-lin Shoot 'em shank 'em and burn they skin Blast for laughs at Chino actions Skill is a blessin you cowards could only imagine You ain't an X-Man like comic books, you an ex-man like RuPaul Run through y'all leave y'all stiffer than Ken dolls You wanna start friction? Play Don and King and.. .. end up gettin fucked like Ving Rhames in "Pulp Fiction" My rhymes hot they just might trigger the sprinkler system Like freaks that Eddie Murphy, call witch you comin up missin Now you gonna listen?! Or do I have to remind you? I'll punch a hole through your chest and give a pound to the man behind you Killin you and the nigga that signed you like my Dad invented murder I rhyme til it's a torture to me, exhaust like a catalytic converter It's sad for me to admit I heard of, you, such a fake one There's so many gay rappers they probably diss me cause I'm the straight one Plus chicks can't trick the light-skinned nigga with the long hair With Nick Cage in an airplane these hoes couldn't +Con Air+ Chorus (w/ slight variations) [Chino XL] Yo, yo, you wanna raise up? Now that takes bravery I house niggaz like light-skinned-ed Africans durin slavery I detonate crazily, a bomb, military can't disable me So loose in the cypher I got Lucifer ashamed of me Fuck who you proclaim to be, better reconsider Turned on wrestlin and Goldberg was like "Chino that's a big nigga" I died a thousand deaths to possess skills such as this With delivery like where Arabs live: in-tents/intense Sliding in events riding inside of limos with tints Been rhyming since Timberland trees were seeds; Burger King was Prince Better run for the fence, click clack on all you rats I shoot blindly like I'm Ray Charles with loaded gats (Shit) The fact is, I'm one of them crazy half-black kids Like Jesus in the army but I earn my stripes like zebras Without the H.I.V. I'm positive you don't wanna test I leave rappers confused like homeless cats on house arrest Chorus til fade