Foxy Brown Chyna Whyte Lyrics

Chyna Whyte Lyrics

Chyna White.. uh.. Chyna White uh.
Y'all know me right?
I'm that same bit*h y'all niggas want for half price
Same bit*h 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 bit*h 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 motherf**kers switch and smoke this shit
The reason Mike f**ked around and moped with this bit*h
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 as* open first night
Bad bit*h
Slanted eyes
Powdered with white
Somethin' special
Not too average
Baddest little thing in sight
I knew this dude Ritz that f**ked with a bit*h
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 motherf**kers believin ya tryin' to find shit
Matter fact, Mel, used to f**k 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 f**ked 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 sh*t to hit the streets
Divide peeps, divide crew love
f**k trees, and that was OZ
Slow leaks and niggas with false leads and nosebleeds
Vein popped, pop shells with close sales
Bit*hes, 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 f**ked 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 bit*hes, the cars and brick money
The spot on Bay Bridge
Y'all niggas ain't clamin' sh*t now huh
Y'all know me now, f**ked up in the game
No love, no love.
Chyna White, uh uh uh
Chyna White
[repeat to fade]