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chinx - deep cover lyrics
[intro]
sh-t man.. (we the.. we the..)
bobby trends (c0ke boyz sh-t).. shake the m-th-f-cking block
(most hated..) vado wadup fool (slime..)
[chinx]
only the lord knows, we gon pull up on their block
and i ain’t talking star attendance when i mention i throw em a shot
hit with the oh-wop, return the cofetti
i stack lead cakes, run up in yo safe and get them lil debbies
i throw it up and let it touch the floor
hit the blinds, shut the door, when we done we that, we count 200 more
we in the majors, you n-ggas little league mic flaming
young but hood n-gga, i still get my chicken from kennedys
[vado]
creep with me as i slide through yo villas with my slimes and gorillas
heavy .9s and the k!llas, four wheelin’ up a one way street
takin’ selfies, screamin’ f-ck the police, (hahhh) yeah
yo what happened? came through like what’s crackin?
you gave a quarter mil, but whats the deal on the backin?
saw ’em on the hill, ain’t have his steel, so i tapped ’em
on his back then i dapped em, seen his chain, then i yapped em
[chinx]
and we ain’t take it to the p-wnshop drop
with the palm glock even in the rag or the hard tops
swervin’ on the b-tches with them digits, you a long shot
all about the business, four wheelin’ off the car lot
[vado]
yo, what’s the mission? with this chicken up in far rock?
i know i be trippin’, neva listenin’ to my mom, pops
four fifthin’ a case of slippin’ on the wrong block
raw, i used to stash the knots in the long socks
[chinx]
like my brother bobby trends be shakin’ the bloque
shawty thinkin’ red sticks, i’m thinkin’ chipotle
lil mean chick, -ss thick and she bole
tryna find a n-gga that’s contrib’, but i don’t donate
[vado]
i’m ok, i ain’t got the time but a rolley
ya know me, i could get a dime from my oyey
that sport yay, nike, louis vuitton and adidas
rubicon with the jeepers
hear the song through your speakers
[chinx]
it’ll be a cold day in h-ll for they take him out
wh0r-s drop draws when the porsche or the wraith is out
on the top floor like the broad’s face stickin’ out
young n-ggas came up in the game, vado take ’em out
[vadoo]
harlem world fam, you thought cam and ma$e was out
place ’em out, k!lla in the mask, brung jason out
we can shake it out, have a few jamaicans out
waitin’ outside fo’ yo trash to be taken out
[outro]
yeah, and ya don’t stop! (we the best as hot and c0ke boys got the streets locked)
yeah, and ya don’t stop! (and the rest is pop, ya want war, keep the heat c-cked)
yeah, and ya don’t stop! (at ya door like knock, you open up, get yo peep shot)
yeah, and ya don’t stop! (cuz this 187 on da m-th-f-ckin’ block)
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