Chino XL & Playalitical - Bat Signals Up lyrics

rate me

Playalitical:]

Why they gotta be like, "Chino that and Chino this? "

Like yo, "Where Chino at? " What, you Chino's bitch?

Look, Chino back and he's on his

I'm on mine, we on time, lil' fucker we rich

[Chino XL:]

Yo... now stop askin me about my dawg Playalitical

Or it'll be a grand fi-nal, murder fa-tal

Throw in the towel, askin questions like a cop fed

Only fed I heard is K-Fed, a record deal wasted

[Chorus: Playalitical (Chino)]

What did y'all forget how to throw the bat signal up?

(What the fuck is wrong with y'all?)

They say we wait too much when we spit that smut

(What the fuck is wrong with y'all?)

I guess they want that pretty shit, they don't wanna hear a nut

(What the fuck is wrong with y'all?)

Throwin up on a bitch like what, what-what

Wh-wh-wh-wh-what, wh-what, wh-what, wh-wh-wh-wh-wh

[Chino:] Yeah, yo, bring it to 'em nigga

[Playalitical:]

Everybody know who roll call (already)

She do the chicken noodle soup, smash your head in coleslaw

I'm back, back from the Staples Center

Didn't win nothin, you had to be gay to enter

Yeah we seen the top 20 at the 49th Grammy's

And we clap unloaded 45's to they panties

And we band like the Outlaws, they don't want a battlezone

I high beep it, blow myself up like a camera phone

[Chino XL:]

'Litical mayne, yeah

Chino, I'll as they come, ass and tongue

Pack guns, I eat crack, you niggaz is rappin for crumbs

Murder jump out my lungs, punch out nuns

Punch out your gums, go dumb, I'm settin fire to bums

Y'all niggaz is scums, won't pull the heat out

Your heads is sunflowers nigga, I'm a punch the seeds out

Ladies love it when I act this way

Bringin "Celebrity Deathmatches" without the clay – one!

[Chorus]

[Playalitical:]

Uhh... addin new to my eye flicks

Put you in positions to pop with codfish

I won't take losses; I take faces

Got cases the size of Jimmy Dean sausage

The big fish in the pond that he got fish

Moby can't fuck with 'Litical, he'll get nauseous

Get cautious, watch as we ship boxes

You on my time now, switch watches

Switch places, expose all you dick faces

Add a pose playa because I went places

Y'all the type to mug me in the yard like a bunch of gay gnomes

Now I gotta break bones over payphones

Ridin with Chino on 14th and J-Tones

Daytonas and eight chrome

He said M-A where he rep but Jersey where he from

If you rhyme in his hometown they'll lock him in Greystone

[Chorus]

[Chino XL:]

Yo, Chino that fine young nigga that them ugly niggaz hate

I wanna whip they ass but I ain't scrapin up my Bapes

Gun in my waist, known for goin in the paint hard

Stop tryin to save "'Face" like you Brad Jordan's bodyguard

I don't give a damn if you a retard

Pop off and grab a bat and beat you, I'll you 'til you have amnesia

Beat you 'til you have a seizure

I'll beat you 'til you blind in both eyes

Drag you under the bleachers covered in human feces

Fuck droppin sirens, drop a whole fire truck

I'm wired like when I first heard Kurupt bust

Listenin to "The Chronic" in New Jersey with my friends

Like – I'm movin out to Cali dawg, I'm more like them (West coast! )

It was Ice-T that bought Chino that plane ticket

Sway & Tech and them ese's expose my verbal sickness

Now I'm hood famous without too much promotion

But who else could record a mixtape and get God to host it over?