Thousands Lyrics - Chino Xl

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Intro:Dismal sketches of...Jersey trife shit

Hook:
Fire and brimstone is our life's stage
So we pack enough heat that we could melt the next iceage
A rich nigga is still a nigga, just harder to fade (why?)
There's thousands of ways to get payed (x5)

Verse 1:
I'm that type of rapper that'll take a half an hour in advance
(And do the hustle) and I don't mean that 70's dance
The king of punch lines, I do what I gotta for my backroll
Slicing yayo with powder with my bass latter gettin' dasterly for salary
Fiends dream of stabbing me, Bo Diggity is never snagging me
Chino equality for the high or low black son I'm betting on that
Seeking universal mastery
Should I put platrum plaques on my wall like a Latin art gallery
Ol'Dirty should of FUCKED Maria, my rap the barbed wire fences
Ancestors Egyptian princes, showing you a view to a kill
Giving you fatal glimpses, stacking papes like there's 10 of me
Your hootie's an obsenity, corporate at the pope
But shooting bullets with no memory

Hook:
"I gotta get mine, I gotta get cash"

Verse 2:
I need that cream split and I've seen
Enough cowboy movies to know a white man's hand shake don't mean shit
So back in 9-5 I said xxxxx a 9 to 5" I ain't John Travolta
Gun in holster, man Stayin' Alive, from New Jerz to Cali
Get my swerve, servin' silence, ultra violence
A lot of islands, avoiding niggas that's spineless
I got the lay, who's beefing this kid heartless
Harry reasons vary, shot him at the vally
Took the Jag keys from the valay, Robert Shalay
Top down drove away, pumpin' Hip Hop Hooray
I'm so full of shame, it's awful strange
Local crew conplain I'm spitting out more keys than an opera sings vocal range
xxxx playin' ceelo, half latino, Chino exquistness, the streets bizness
Never personal, shorties still in Monteros for deneros
Way past the current few, violate mine and get done like Al Sharps perms do
My rents due, gotta make that revenue
You dodge bullets like Bobby Brown on my avenue
Yellow nigga with an attitude, Tommy Hilfigure booster too
From the morph of the Martinees xxxxxxx from Catholic school
Uptown they call my Parabal, crack ho selling genitals
Trading they souls for Salindriacal capsals
My products is unhabitable, please don't feed the animals
(Why?) New Jeru is a fuckin' zoo

Hook

Verse 3:
For my peoples that's making rap

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