Lirik Lagu Menage A Trois - Trick Daddy
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[Chorus: Girl + (Chino XL)]Girl that's a fly nigga (I told you so)Daddy come up with the rhyme nigga (Yo, I told you so)Lyrically he crucifies niggaz (Yo, I told you so)Chino's here, bye bye niggaz, ha hah! (Yo, check it out)Girl that's a fly nigga (Yeah, I told you so)Daddy come up with the rhyme nigga (Yo, I told you so)Lyrically he crucifies niggaz (Bust it, I told you so)Chino's here, bye bye niggaz, ha hah! (Peep it, yo, yo)
[Chino XL]Multiplicty, out huntin my clonesRap's turnin out more sweet proteges than Quincy JonesMy style pendergrass shoes: never touched the groundMy IQ so high it ain't no number it's a soundI'm Jim Brown in his day, toughest nigga to tackleI'll leave your brains hangin out like Chris Rock's adam's appleI'm so rare, battlin Chino's like Africa:Yeah niggaz talk about it but they don't really wanna go thereI'm hooked in leather, floored neverCreate more tracks than Brandy and Monica's weaves put togetherThis to whoever if you rhyme like a daughter of mineYou sound like me so much I think my sperm's in your water supplyWith a war to survive I slaughter and mortifyCreating a torture guy be forced and falsifiedAnd duplicated and authorisedI autograph a girl's bra, menage-a-troisI dont want no men in shit, let's have a women-age-a-trois
Chorus (w/ slight variations)
[Chino XL]On everything that I love, I attack rap genres..Fatter than Chaka Khan wasXL excederin verbal medicine sealed for tamperinConsider me the Master P of God like Kirk Frank-linShoot 'em shank 'em and burn they skinBlast for laughs at Chino actionsSkill is a blessin you cowards could only imagineYou ain't an X-Man like comic books, you an ex-man like RuPaulRun through y'all leave y'all stiffer than Ken dolls
You wanna start friction? Play Don and King and.... end up gettin fucked like Ving Rhames in 'Pulp Fiction'My rhymes hot they just might trigger the sprinkler systemLike freaks that Eddie Murphy, call witch you comin up missinNow you gonna listen?! Or do I have to remind you?I'll punch a hole through your chestand give a pound to the man behind youKillin you and the nigga that signed you like my Dad invented murderI rhyme til it's a torture to me, exhaust like a catalytic converterIt's sad for me to admit I heard of, you, such a fake oneThere's so many gay rappersthey probably diss me cause I'm the straight onePlus chicks can't trick the light-skinned nigga with the long hairWith Nick Cage in an airplane these hoes couldn't +Con Air+
Chorus (w/ slight variations)
[Chino XL]Yo, yo, you wanna raise up? Now that takes braveryI house niggaz like light-skinned-ed Africans durin slaveryI detonate crazily, a bomb, military can't disable meSo loose in the cypher I got Lucifer ashamed of meFuck who you proclaim to be, better reconsiderTurned on wrestlin and Goldberg was like 'Chino that's a big nigga'I died a thousand deaths to possess skills such as thisWith delivery like where Arabs live: in-tents/intenseSliding in events riding inside of limos with tintsBeen rhyming since Timberland trees were seeds; Burger King was PrinceBetter run for the fence, click clack on all you ratsI shoot blindly like I'm Ray Charles with loaded gats(Shit) The fact is, I'm one of them crazy half-black kidsLike Jesus in the army but I earn my stripes like zebrasWithout the H.I.V. I'm positive you don't wanna testI leave rappers confused like homeless cats on house arrest
[Chino XL]Multiplicty, out huntin my clonesRap's turnin out more sweet proteges than Quincy JonesMy style pendergrass shoes: never touched the groundMy IQ so high it ain't no number it's a soundI'm Jim Brown in his day, toughest nigga to tackleI'll leave your brains hangin out like Chris Rock's adam's appleI'm so rare, battlin Chino's like Africa:Yeah niggaz talk about it but they don't really wanna go thereI'm hooked in leather, floored neverCreate more tracks than Brandy and Monica's weaves put togetherThis to whoever if you rhyme like a daughter of mineYou sound like me so much I think my sperm's in your water supplyWith a war to survive I slaughter and mortifyCreating a torture guy be forced and falsifiedAnd duplicated and authorisedI autograph a girl's bra, menage-a-troisI dont want no men in shit, let's have a women-age-a-trois
Chorus (w/ slight variations)
[Chino XL]On everything that I love, I attack rap genres..Fatter than Chaka Khan wasXL excederin verbal medicine sealed for tamperinConsider me the Master P of God like Kirk Frank-linShoot 'em shank 'em and burn they skinBlast for laughs at Chino actionsSkill is a blessin you cowards could only imagineYou ain't an X-Man like comic books, you an ex-man like RuPaulRun through y'all leave y'all stiffer than Ken dolls
You wanna start friction? Play Don and King and.... end up gettin fucked like Ving Rhames in 'Pulp Fiction'My rhymes hot they just might trigger the sprinkler systemLike freaks that Eddie Murphy, call witch you comin up missinNow you gonna listen?! Or do I have to remind you?I'll punch a hole through your chestand give a pound to the man behind youKillin you and the nigga that signed you like my Dad invented murderI rhyme til it's a torture to me, exhaust like a catalytic converterIt's sad for me to admit I heard of, you, such a fake oneThere's so many gay rappersthey probably diss me cause I'm the straight onePlus chicks can't trick the light-skinned nigga with the long hairWith Nick Cage in an airplane these hoes couldn't +Con Air+
Chorus (w/ slight variations)
[Chino XL]Yo, yo, you wanna raise up? Now that takes braveryI house niggaz like light-skinned-ed Africans durin slaveryI detonate crazily, a bomb, military can't disable meSo loose in the cypher I got Lucifer ashamed of meFuck who you proclaim to be, better reconsiderTurned on wrestlin and Goldberg was like 'Chino that's a big nigga'I died a thousand deaths to possess skills such as thisWith delivery like where Arabs live: in-tents/intenseSliding in events riding inside of limos with tintsBeen rhyming since Timberland trees were seeds; Burger King was PrinceBetter run for the fence, click clack on all you ratsI shoot blindly like I'm Ray Charles with loaded gats(Shit) The fact is, I'm one of them crazy half-black kidsLike Jesus in the army but I earn my stripes like zebrasWithout the H.I.V. I'm positive you don't wanna testI leave rappers confused like homeless cats on house arrest
