Chyna White.. uh.. Chyna White uh.

Y'all know me right?

I'm that same bitch y'all niggas want for half price

Same bitch y'all niggas was blamin' all y'all problems on

I'm the reason half of y'all niggas

Can't even go in your moms' crib no more

Uh.. I'm the type of bitch leave a nigga nose stiff

And get his hoes hit

Make his toes shift

Until the demands are in

Y'all ain't have shit

'Til y'all motherfuckers switch and smoke this shit

The reason Mike fucked around and moped with this bitch

In his jones, little son Troy, float the shit

I ain't for causin' niggas with nines to tote this shit

'Cause when you spit

'Cause niggas came up real short with they shit

I'm on a nigga like novacane, straight to the brain

Shoot it up

Thinkin' both his nose and his toes are the same, nigga

Gimme your nickname- Chyna: last name White

Guaranteed to have your ass open first night

Bad bitch

Slanted eyes

Powdered with white

Somethin' special

Not too average

Baddest little thing in sight

I knew this dude Ritz that fucked with a bitch

Get you right, matter of fact, you could get it half price

Shit, she got a crew that ain't nothin nice

Dime shit

Have ya motherfuckers believin ya tryin' to find shit

Matter fact, Mel, used to fuck a girl Trish gal

Unique hit, little E and bomb bags heroin

Now they assed out and the hood massed out

Even Rex and Tim's fucked 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

Niggas started stashin' things on Mother Gasten

Hottest shit to hit the streets

Divide peeps, divide crew love

Fuck trees, and that was OZ

Slow leaks and niggas with false leads and nosebleeds

Vein popped, pop shells with close sales

Bitches, they noses frail

Got the word that coke sells

Huh, tip it once you can match a nigga bail

Huh, flip it twice you officially on

Have the richest niggas fucked up

Kissin' your thong

Mystery's on

Huh, flip it three times- you straight

Trip on a lake, cristal and cheese cake

Cock sucker, d shake, niggas flake

Huh, flip it once more you're leary

Huh, feds on your ass

Hit money don't make money

What happened to get money?

The bitches, the cars and brick money

The spot on Bay Bridge

Y'all niggas ain't clamin' shit now huh

Y'all know me now, fucked up in the game

No love, no love.

Chyna White, uh uh uh

Chyna White

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