Choclair Thought Train Lyrics

Thought Train Lyrics

[Choclair] {Solitair (Niya Melodie)

Yo, yeah

All abord, hop aboard

{One stop one, two all abord!

(One stop) one, two yeah

Grey clouds don't follow no more

No low and high pressures, no perfect storm

No monkeys on the back

Eased off the liquor, give my liver a dap

And eased off these niggaz that talking that shat

Cuz nuff cats pack then they die by gats

Is that self defense, or Common Sense

Kids with the dreams of a life sentence

No food or rent, but the shoes are sick

And chicks with six kids from six dicks

It's like equilibrium shifts (nah nah), horizontally walking

Spending there days fucking and skylarking

What the fuck are you hearing in your walkman?

Chiznock man, yo, he soft man

Don't hate homie, I'm just like you

I hustled my shit dog, just like you

Not on the corner

From an office on the corner with a window looking out on Toronto

Yeah I built my wealth, don't hate on me homie

I built myself, now I'm on the top of Greanhouse

Lamped out, treed out

Sometimes its even hard to get theses words out

Yo, pass the muchies and leave out, on my train



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[Solitair]

Night train, one stop

Hold your ground, never be first to back down

{Nya Melodie

Night train, one stop

Hold your ground, never be first to back down



[Choclair]

Now when good things come to an end

What you learn you take

Then you learn to make

Those moves in this world of cake

Five layer stack, with your bill fold fat

Now you own the place

Number one every summer, never runner up

Cuz you always up one (one)

Don't try to calculate what you can't done

Get over, before you get crushed over

It's like the world's on my shoulders

And I won't buckle, I got miles to go

But if my tank hits low (hits low)

Yo I call in the squad

That comes through like Bush on Saddam

And it ain't the same

Greenhouse battleships leathered out with wood grain

And I changed the game

Shit stain protect the mic for when you came

So you don't salt the next man's name

So grab your wings and fly

Grab your ice and whips

And your hoes and clique, and just get

Cuz coming against Chox is just brainless

Big cat I'll box cut your main with, John Dears

So you better write a Dear John, your career's gone

See I prolonged, watching niggaz getting hauled off in

cop cars (yeah)

I don't claim King, I claim Circle

T-dot-O, anything 49 parallel and North

Anyting that you want, Choclair you got

Niggaz bitching, but the yipping is the sound fo they bark

Throw you taughtt the Dogg Pound, let Kurupt go smack you around

The boss back in town

Get my chair, where's my liquor

Bitch don't lecture me bout my state and my mind

Cuz my minds on my money and my monies on my mind

Yeah, all abord... my train of thoughts



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