chyna whyte lyrics – foxy brown

chyna white. uh. chyna white uh.
y’all know me right?
i’m that same b*tch y’all n*gg*s want for half price
same b*tch y’all n*gg*s was blamin’ all y’all problems on
i’m the reason half of y’all n*gg*s
can’t even go in your moms’ crib no more
uh. i’m the type of b*tch leave a n*gg* nose stiff
and get his hoes h*t
make his toes shift
until the demands are in
y’all ain’t have sh*t
’til y’all motherf*ckers switch and smoke this sh*t
the reason mike f*cked around and moped with this b*tch
in his jones, little son troy, float the sh*t
i ain’t for causin’ n*gg*s with nines to tote this sh*t
’cause when you spit
’cause n*gg*s came up real short with they sh*t
i’m on a n*gg* like novacane, straight to the brain
shoot it up
thinkin’ both his nose and his toes are the same, n*gg*
gimme your nickname- chyna: last name white
guaranteed to have your *ss open first night
bad b*tch
slanted eyes
powdered with white
somethin’ special
not too average
baddest little thing in sight
i knew this dude ritz that f*cked with a b*tch
get you right, matter of fact, you could get it half price
sh*t, she got a crew that ain’t nothin nice
dime sh*t
have ya motherf*ckers believin ya tryin’ to find sh*t
matter fact, mel, used to f*ck a girl trish gal
unique hit, little e and bomb bags heroin
now they *ssed out and the hood m*ssed out
even rex and tim’s f*cked up with they gats out
no love.
ill nana, ill nana, i need ten dollars, ill nana
baby i can’t give you no more money
what you mean you can’t give me no money?
man, boy, where’s my tv?
nana, i smoked the tv.
uh, no love
change a few thugs
new drugs
n*gg*s started stashin’ things on mother gasten
hottest sh*t to hit the streets
divide peeps, divide crew love
f*ck trees, and that was oz
slow leaks and n*gg*s with false leads and nosebleeds
vein popped, pop sh*lls with close sales
b*tches, they noses frail
got the word that c*ke sells
huh, tip it once you can match a n*gg* bail
huh, flip it twice you officially on
have the richest n*gg*s f*cked up
kissin’ your thong
mystery’s on
huh, flip it three times- you straight
trip on a lake, cristal and cheese cake
c*ck sucker, d shake, n*gg*s flake
huh, flip it once more you’re leary
huh, feds on your *ss
hit money don’t make money
what happened to get money?
the b*tches, the cars and brick money
the spot on bay bridge
y’all n*gg*s ain’t clamin’ sh*t now huh
y’all know me now, f*cked up in the game
no love, no love.
chyna white, uh uh uh
chyna white
[repeat to fade]

/ foxy brown lyrics