Chino Xl - All I Wanna Do lyrics

[Intro] What'chu talkin 'bout yo? The f** you mean yo? I'm an MC, I rock all type of sh** yo I started rockin in parties in, in 8th grade n***a Watch how I do this sh** [Chino XL] Aight, verse one, f**in with me Is f**in with the worst one, I spit it with speed With sk** of a surgeon, if you buyin that weed And carrying guns or missin Big Pun let me hear y'all n***as It's curtains if you try to impede On gettin this work done, you better believe The murderous version, Puerto Rican gangstas Crips, Bloods, pimps, thugs in this club let me hear y'all n***as Deferred funds, money and royalties k**in my burdens, my MC loyalties Spittin from my lungs, if you sittin in yo' whip Hollerin at a b**h, blastin my sh** let me hear y'all n***as I burst 'em, you thinkin I wouldn't squeeze He in a hearse numb, pain and penalties Jers', Jerusalem, Christian, m**m Everybody make it jump, get it crunk when it come, yo [Chorus: Chino XL] I don't give a f** about nothin I just wanna smoke, f**, drink, and verbal murder somethin (okay) I'm the papi the mamis all lovin When I smoke, f**, drink, and verbal murder somethin I don't give a f** about nothin (uh-uh) I just wan' smoke, f**, drink, and verbal murder somethin (okay) I'm the papi that the mamis all lovin When I smoke, f**, drink, and verbal murder somethin [Chino XL] Honestly it's a little too live tonight Like somebody gonna get shot tonight Beastin, me and my n***as when our money ain't right We still got enough game to pull a b**h that's tight Have Chinese or Japanese mamis on they knees Gasped, I told 'em my twin sister was Alicia Keys (hahaha) But I ain't lovin her - I got a lot of muscles That gotta count for somethin, Schwarzenegger is a governor But I ain't carjackin no Hummer to impress Ladies call me Champagne, I keep they pussies Moet/mo' wet This that Puerto Rican gangsta sh** I'm half-black, got a big a** dick Checkin mami with the thick a** lips She ain't impressed with these lyrical sk**s I make movies and got record deals to pay those bills Take those pills for real, she borin when she sober (yup) These b**hes is Jewish how much they gettin +Pa**ed Over+ [Chorus] [Chino XL] Yo... check it Dawg, don't even comment, I'm hotter than a comet These snitch n***as don't turn states, they turn continents I tell nothin with confidence, my intolerance legendary Hostile in monetary in punchlines I've said already Threw 'em in the garbage next to Oscar the Grouch 8 million dollar house sellin lines by the ounce Identify yo' wifey by the size of her mouth Stretch marks to accommodate my ma**ive amounts Without doubts I'm too violent (uh-huh) Never retirin, pushin a Jag, playing "Vice City" on my palm pilot I'm not a kind man, I run with con men Strong, throwing +Signs+ like M. Night Shyamalan Go 'head and bring the drama on (uh-huh) I'll whip that a**, take pictures of it on my Sprint picture-takin cell phone Your little wifey's at home, thinkin I'm God I'm leavin your ride full of more holes than Spongebob (blaow!) [Chorus]