Lirik Lagu Chain Gang - The Lox
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[Jadakiss]Yeah, what the fuck?
[Sheek]Lox babySheek Louch, Jadakiss, Styles tooBlackrob, what the fuck, all up in this mother fucker
[Jadakiss]Bad boyStay back nigga
[Sheek]Ay yo, you want 15 G's thats stuffed in my pocket?Nigga stop it, that bullshit you talking go reherse that at RocketsPuff lye I pay dues, that nigga with a tattooThe thin Ha (Yonkers slang), these motherfuckers gonna watch the LittleRascalsWhen I say I bust my shit, believe it all the wayAnd the summer times where the Chochas show where one in her legIf you could walk still, every block in Yonkers be hot stillWith miners that will bust you down faster than cops killNiggas still front and step to you, falsley accusedthat they just shot and you can still be the judge booI die for my 354 niggas, with the young stoned niggasLox are my heart, cold niggasSheek give it to you, like a bitch with a diseasethat got AIDS on her lips and wish and hope you bleedSo if you want it, Fuck It!In the Benz I'll be there, you gonna rot likea dead Luco (spanish slang) under the stairs
[Black Rob]Yeah yo, I swing that ass through the E-R, now I'm out the D-Rheared in New York, y'all was looking for the Hee HawLads is sweatin' us, we are four of the baddestI'm the one that go stick you for all the cabageThe icon, doing this shit since Stride-onPerpitrating ass niggas like you, I keep my eye onI rake em, roll em, like smoke from Peter RossThen I hold em, stole em, work hard to be the bossMy fashion is Kumb-a-i, or else I'm attackin'Dukes frontin acting like they toughest then napkinsSpittin', them bullshit crimes I stay hittin'not forgeting, the bullshit crimes and ass whippingsThe whole 9, I dont waste time, I brace mines from the waistlinesNiggas is scared to face mineSee I'm a criminal, so after this interviewI'ma bend a few, Fuck It! Could we sin a few?I put one into you, I promise to GodIt's about time y'all niggas pay homage to Rob
[Styles]You can catch me on the low with a Calico bitch,I got flow while she's bagging her shitComin' thru in a '98 wagon, lavender shitimagine the shit, used to be like packing the clipCop in the truck the S-C cockin' to dumpYou can find me with my enemy coppin' his bluntWhen I'm finished niggas ask which block do I wantMy pockets is lumped, find me on a yacht with a bluntWhat you know about daimonds, nigga knockin' the pumpWhile on my spare time I learned to market HeronI'm gettin' valuble, celebrate with stuff off the MalibuScience is the game and it's all mathematicalPearl white Porche, licence plate "radical"It's real when the fedaral-ies in Cali get mad at youforget that, Lox from the block want the shit backAnd I was in the first place, feeling the hit backs
[Jadakiss]Let me get back like Jada, more 'rabs than 3-ey-doeget the potatoe and clap at niggas in brod day-doYou know the flow, where it come from and where it goor where it's gonna be at, that's where we atI touch you if you think I'm jiggy with the Puff,move and still sellin' forty-thousand a week so Fuck You!Three niggas you dont want none of make your insidesFeel like the summer you gettin' Dumber & DumberWhile we get smarter and smarter, makin' shit harder and harderTil this rap games like the CarterI'm Nino, Styles is raw steemed from casinosAnd Sheek is the boss of the Hennisey gambinoWe talking millions, you talking C-notesyou used to stash dope in a sea coach, couldn't play sweet thoughYou know the Kiss, on the low in the mistBlowin' roach and sipping Red Ally and Moe with a bitchWhen my niggas'll flip, see how cute you look,In the box with the suit on like you used to lookHard body with a purple faced future lookFuture crook, the same nigga who's boots I tookJuliani aint a motherfuckin' jokeYou got mad niggas broke, alot of niggas gettin' that cokeWhen they bring it to the lab is it sold to the slabFirst felony, you still gettin' four and a half[End]
[Sheek]Lox babySheek Louch, Jadakiss, Styles tooBlackrob, what the fuck, all up in this mother fucker
[Jadakiss]Bad boyStay back nigga
[Sheek]Ay yo, you want 15 G's thats stuffed in my pocket?Nigga stop it, that bullshit you talking go reherse that at RocketsPuff lye I pay dues, that nigga with a tattooThe thin Ha (Yonkers slang), these motherfuckers gonna watch the LittleRascalsWhen I say I bust my shit, believe it all the wayAnd the summer times where the Chochas show where one in her legIf you could walk still, every block in Yonkers be hot stillWith miners that will bust you down faster than cops killNiggas still front and step to you, falsley accusedthat they just shot and you can still be the judge booI die for my 354 niggas, with the young stoned niggasLox are my heart, cold niggasSheek give it to you, like a bitch with a diseasethat got AIDS on her lips and wish and hope you bleedSo if you want it, Fuck It!In the Benz I'll be there, you gonna rot likea dead Luco (spanish slang) under the stairs
[Black Rob]Yeah yo, I swing that ass through the E-R, now I'm out the D-Rheared in New York, y'all was looking for the Hee HawLads is sweatin' us, we are four of the baddestI'm the one that go stick you for all the cabageThe icon, doing this shit since Stride-onPerpitrating ass niggas like you, I keep my eye onI rake em, roll em, like smoke from Peter RossThen I hold em, stole em, work hard to be the bossMy fashion is Kumb-a-i, or else I'm attackin'Dukes frontin acting like they toughest then napkinsSpittin', them bullshit crimes I stay hittin'not forgeting, the bullshit crimes and ass whippingsThe whole 9, I dont waste time, I brace mines from the waistlinesNiggas is scared to face mineSee I'm a criminal, so after this interviewI'ma bend a few, Fuck It! Could we sin a few?I put one into you, I promise to GodIt's about time y'all niggas pay homage to Rob
[Styles]You can catch me on the low with a Calico bitch,I got flow while she's bagging her shitComin' thru in a '98 wagon, lavender shitimagine the shit, used to be like packing the clipCop in the truck the S-C cockin' to dumpYou can find me with my enemy coppin' his bluntWhen I'm finished niggas ask which block do I wantMy pockets is lumped, find me on a yacht with a bluntWhat you know about daimonds, nigga knockin' the pumpWhile on my spare time I learned to market HeronI'm gettin' valuble, celebrate with stuff off the MalibuScience is the game and it's all mathematicalPearl white Porche, licence plate "radical"It's real when the fedaral-ies in Cali get mad at youforget that, Lox from the block want the shit backAnd I was in the first place, feeling the hit backs
[Jadakiss]Let me get back like Jada, more 'rabs than 3-ey-doeget the potatoe and clap at niggas in brod day-doYou know the flow, where it come from and where it goor where it's gonna be at, that's where we atI touch you if you think I'm jiggy with the Puff,move and still sellin' forty-thousand a week so Fuck You!Three niggas you dont want none of make your insidesFeel like the summer you gettin' Dumber & DumberWhile we get smarter and smarter, makin' shit harder and harderTil this rap games like the CarterI'm Nino, Styles is raw steemed from casinosAnd Sheek is the boss of the Hennisey gambinoWe talking millions, you talking C-notesyou used to stash dope in a sea coach, couldn't play sweet thoughYou know the Kiss, on the low in the mistBlowin' roach and sipping Red Ally and Moe with a bitchWhen my niggas'll flip, see how cute you look,In the box with the suit on like you used to lookHard body with a purple faced future lookFuture crook, the same nigga who's boots I tookJuliani aint a motherfuckin' jokeYou got mad niggas broke, alot of niggas gettin' that cokeWhen they bring it to the lab is it sold to the slabFirst felony, you still gettin' four and a half[End]
