Chino XL - Deliver lyrics

rate me

[Intro]

Yeah

To all the real hardcore motherfuckers

Soft motherfuckers

With the bitches that don't give a fuck!

[Chorus]

Now who wanna diss to get they reps a little _bigger_

How many bitches wanna fuck this _yellow nigga_

You get your whole crew cut like a scissor

Watch this world shake from the album I deliver

[Verse One]

I threw a Brownstone at Brandy now she's Changing Faces

Standing in my Aaron Hall I'm Blackstreet packin suitcases

Goin back to Indiana, on the Subway

Soul For Real, missjones is my usher in church on Sundays

Clear the runways, cause I'ma make you rappers my examples

Avoiding battling me like I'm Eazy-E's blood samples

It's me and Carey, nah never wrote no rhyme that's ordinary

Won't throw my life away on coke like Darryl Strawberry

Removing you skeletal system playing your ribs like xylophones

I'm nastier, leave you scraped and ashier than Larry Holmes

But ladies I ain't always violent

You could pump pump until the dawn, like Adina Howard

Can't You See, I'm Notorious as Total get

Uptown Girls in bed, like Billy Joel do

Laverne and Shirle, give us any room we'll break it

Remember you was wack remember Ice Cube had a jheri curl

BAMMMMM!!!! Dead on your car horn chump

My beat get messy as abortion on the ninth month

Now who be that, slap, did iiii do that?

Now Whoopi Goldberg goes Steve Urkel

but I'll leave your grill The Color Purple

Give you a Dogg Pound, could even Dru Down

Provoke me album is weak your whole shit sound like karaoke

Conversation, loss of limbs amputation

Head meaning decapitation rough like Craig Mack derm abrasion

Evil tendency, strong like Miles Davis heroin dependency

Fuckin up lives like teenage pregnancy

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[Verse Two]

Them clowns like Will Smith got fast cars and fancy homes

But I'm headstrong, I could even break Puffy Combs

Some kids still doubtin and they girlfriend stalkin keep it real

We'll cross that bridge when we come to that Anita Hill

Now Ever_last_, will never _last_, with no ghetto _pass_

Leave you breathin hard like bitches at lamaze _class_

Niggaz are slippin when they sippin gin and tonic

smokin chronic Jersey niggaz packin more handguns than Harry Connick

My style is welfare, half of you bitches is on it!!

Was born with a halo, when broke, I had to pawn it

I stir up controversy and sell I'm like Sister Souljah

So bring out bum-ass Russell Simmons cuz comedy's over

The Lucci I'm worth is enough to deficit a nation

With media coverage like a hostage situation

(yeah and if you lovin them hoes you betta bounce back)

Tryin to make that bitch your wife she fucked

the whole New Jersey Drive (soundtrack)

High like Stone Temple Pilots, Pearl Jams on tour

Rrrraahahrra rrrarhraarah I rips it like a chainsaw

Dig deep as truth go ahead and shoot your Karl Kani suit

in shock absorbing tired and I'm wide like a police informant

Pray with one eye open, shootin more Led than Zeppelin

Dysfunctional like the Jackson's, death is my obsession

You comin through with thirty cowards think you causin fear

Rush lookin bust in your boosted Donna Karan gear

Now fuck the po-po, beats down the five-oh

Been there, done that, do it again tomorrow nigga

Sometimes I vibe inside a spot where nobody else knows me

Until I come hot steppin like Ini Kamoze

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