Chino Xl - What You Got lyrics

Y'all coward n***az make a n***a like me laugh, what the f**? yea, yea.. chargin y'all n***az yea, yea.. behold the only thing greater than yourself (Verse 1) I'll slash ya grill, don't start me You'll be the only entertainer with less groupies than Biz Markie I'm never dull, Chino the pretty thug, style centerfold, I'll have every latin in the country aimin at ya skull I'll aim it at the Pope if he claimin he sellin the most dope My Jersey blocks is locked tighter than prisoners hold soap And listeners where we vote out ya CD and vinyl, the final result Yell, f** tricks and smoke, till our vocals combine with a Colt They playin this in every club, whip, party and bar you in Give you more blood clots than two jamaicans arguin Sweat till ya fake silver platinum chains is tarnishin Women shakin they ovaries, look what we accomplishin, what.. (Chorus) We got better lyrics than you got "What You Got?" We got better b**hes than you got "What You Got?" We run with more k**as than you got "What You Got?" We got better whips than you got "What You Got?" We got better cribs than you got "What You Got?" We got better b**hes than you got "What You Got?" We run with more k**as than you got "What You Got?" We got better lyrics than you got "What You Got?" (Verse 2) Coming to k** me, I cant hear that Fear is a stimulus I haven't been programmed to feel yet Snatch you outta your Roots like I'm from Illadelph What I do to push your hairline back, Rogaine wont help My Quest for the Wealth, like Stone Cold Austin's quest for the belt I mention myself as a celestial cell, an extension of hell At a lynching I smile, cut myself down, murder your guest list My style never a drag like they do black men in Texas Next rapper to mention this, I'ma show them the real threat Cause I'ma ride till my daughters like "Daddy are we there yet?" Ain't no priest in the streets, only d** before miracles See more keys than a lot of Hammer's repossessed vehicles Told you I was coming, you ain't believe I'm a**umin If we all super heroes, these b**h n***az must be Wonder Women Fist to fist, skin to skin, I make you fall flat Brat little n***az, the tat on my shoulder cover they whole back Cant hold back, splatter they whole rap to match my ((?)) sh**tin on MC's, wipin my a** on they notebooks How the broke crooks in videos leave me stressed I'll turn on channel 2 if I wanna CBS, b**h (Chorus w/ slight variation) (Verse 3) Least but not last, I'll blast an informant Until he has the cash to put end to his torment Now shine up the bra** for his coffin I'm last of the rawest, my pa**ion ain't dormant I've mastered the forces, I rap to the chorus, My cast is enormous, I'm fast and I'm cautious Twenty inch arms stronger than forklifts Smoke hash in front of reporters till I choke and they nauseous And smash through the gla** of your Porsche's Show you how Newark is as hard as divorces Lay you out dead in the gra** on the forest My craft is flawless, have ya flesh wrapped in a blackened sausage Blood Splashed across it for rhymin like a f*g in a cordless Murder all witnesses, nosey, standing on porches, Like torches, super human, Chino's skin never scorches Drape your family reunion in black funeral mourners Have cats that sell ya d** for you, avoid usual corners I never lost this mad lust to be rap's Colossus Breakin companies, Jersey got women strapped inside they office I got.. DJ Supporters and women makin s** offers I got.. A crib like a fortress, tuition for all my daughters I got.. Rhymes hot like sauna's, and thousands from Time Warner I got.. k**as on every corner, surrounded by j**ish lawyers What what what.. (Chorus w/ slight variation)