Thousands

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Chino XL - Rap

Thousands

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[Intro] Dismal sketches of Jersey trife shit [Chorus] Fire and brimstone is our life's stage So we pack enough heat that we could melt the next iceage A rich nigga is still a nigga, just harder to fade (Why?) There's thousands of ways to get paid There's thousands of ways to get paid There's thousands of ways to get paid There's thousands of ways to get paid There's thousands of ways to get paid [Verse 1] I'm that type of rapper that'll take half an album in advance (And do the hustle) and I don't mean that '70s dance The king of punchlines, I do what I gotta for my bank roll Slicing yayo with powder with my bass latter gettin' dasterly for salary Fiends dream of stabbing me, Bo Diggity is never snagging me Chino equality for the high or low black Son, I'm betting on that, seeking universal mastery Trifle platinum plaques on my wall like a Latin art gallery Ol' Dirty should of fucked Maria My rap the barbed wire fences, ancestors Egyptian princes Showing you a view to a kill, giving fatal glimpses Stacking papes like there's ten of me, your Hoochie's an obscenity Corporate at the pope but shooting bullets with no memory [Chorus] Fire and brimstone is our life's stage So we pack enough heat that we could melt the next ice age A rich nigga is still a nigga, just harder to fade (Why?) There's thousands of ways to get paid There's thousands of ways to get paid There's thousands of ways to get paid There's thousands of ways to get paid (I gotta get mine, I gotta get cash) [Verse 2] I need that cream split And I've seen enough cowboy movies to know a white man's hand shake don't mean shit So back in '95 I said, "Fuck a 9 to 5" I ain't John Travolta, gun in holster, man Stayin' Alive From New Jerz to Cali, get my swerve, servin' silence Ultra violence, a lot of islands, avoiding niggas that's spineless Like a fillet, who's beefing this kid heartless Harry, reasons vary, shot him at the valet Took the Jag keys from the valet, rob a chalet Top down, drove away, pumpin' Hip Hop Hooray I'm so full of shame, it's awful strange Local crew complain I'm spitting out more keys than an opera singer's vocal range Fuck playin' ceelo, half latino, Chino exquisiteness The street's business, never personal Shorties still in Monteros for deneros way past the current few Violate mine 'cause I'm like Al Sharp's perms do My rents due, gotta make that revenue You dodge my bullets like Bobby Brown on my avenue Yellow Nigga Wit an Attitude, Tommy Hilfiger boosting too From the morph of me by teenage bitches from a Catholic school Uptown they call me Parable, crack hoes selling genitals Trading their souls for cylindrical capsules My products is inhabitable, please don't feed the animals (Why?) New Jerus' a fuckin' zoo [Chorus] Fire and brimstone is our life's stage So we pack enough heat that we could melt the next ice age A rich nigga is still a nigga, just harder to fade (Why?) There's thousands of ways to get paid There's thousands of ways to get paid There's thousands of ways to get paid There's thousands of ways to get paid (I gotta get mine) [Verse 3] For my peoples that's making rap fans Downin' niggas with credit card scams, jackin' strictly Toyota Lands Cruisers making moves in large proportions Dressing like white boys, sticking up Nordstroms I done seen niggas that go from college graduations To illegal cannabis connection with Jamaicans Hooked up with Asians for Motorola flip phone activating chips Selling exotic dips as their occupations Do what you gotta, bitches turn tricks like a Globetrotter Got adults playing cops and robbers It's hot like lava, ghetto kids breeding Rottweilers Selling 'em flipping grip for product, no problem Genius niggas pull six figure burglaries Fuck a wanted sign, they can afford plastic surgeries I'm a surviver, street scholar Smoking a [?] leaf with pitbulls see drippin' saliva for the mighty dollar [Outro] Fire and brimstone is our life's stage So we pack enough heat that we could melt the next ice age A rich nigga is still a nigga, just harder to fade (Why?) There's thousands of ways to get paid There's thousands of ways to get paid There's thousands of ways to get paid There's thousands of ways to get paid (I gotta get mine, I gotta get cash")

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  • Chino XL