Chino Xl - Asshole lyrics

I, don't, un-der-stand what goes on in the mind of Chino XL! [Chorus] I'm more known for beef than Bad Boy and d**h Row So when I'm finished rockin I hear, "You f**in a**hole!" I get on stage at Summer Jam, piss on the front row, And have the whole crowd screamin out, "You f**in a**hole!" You either love me or hate me, but you cant stop my dough I keep all the broke n***az thinkin, "You f**in a**hole!" Your girl recognize me like cubans do Castro Lemme see those middle fingers up high, "You f**in a**hole!" [Verse 1] I copped the Clark Kent joint, now what the f** you gonna do? Yo, I'ma spit till my whole bodies devoid of all this fluid And you cant even do it, imagine how ill I can get You just a**ume to see Britney Spears on the cover of Jet The government is after me for being internationally dastardly Just ask the real MC's who this illest yellow ba*tard be Battle me and win if we battle to see who's the brokest I'm sicker than seeing Kelly Price doing aerobics Sicker than finding out firsthand Jennifer Lopez cant f** Sicker than seeing Richard Pryor in his wheelchair doing stand up And what, I'm first, mom told me stay in my place But I still never met my match like my a** and Shabba's face Got real ways to bring terror, so you better Think twice about f**in around with me like you see Tia and Tamera Or avoid me totally, all consider with caution Similar to deciding wether or not to drink after Magic Johnson I Squash and hunt men with David Carradine Tai Kung Fu The Rappers I'm writing rhymes for should be writing rhymes for you [Chorus] [Verse 2] Clark told me to just k** it when I write rhymes But how many murders can I commit in one life time? I never quit, I Remained on Chino, mentally, verbally, off the meat rack like Rocky Balboa trained on Swarm rappers from New York to LA I'm the hottest latin entertainer since Ricky Martin is gay Suede lyrics and ways, not invented yet Make you look weaker than that Public Enemy record they sellin over the internet I'm spending that money, bout to bloody up ya best shirt My hearts blacker than the entire WB Network Catch you at ya concert, sweaty like Gerald Levert On Slim Fast, you ain't gonna shoot or you would've been blast b**h a**, I'm Hopeless? like Heavy D, I Focus I talk so much sh** I should swallow a dozen roses Foes is something I cant let survive I hate to end this off on a bad note like SWV live [Chorus] Chino is as Chino does, no love I'm doing this mostly for the money, like EPMD Reunion was Take the first bait Your d**hs a**ured like head from a french girl on the first date But don't hate this "best-life-form-to breathe", oxygen Rock hotter than halogen, servin a verbal ((?)) Slobbering, it ain't right, the industry ruined my life I've been black balled like I'm Cuba Gooding Jr's white wife A high price, leave you dead above the waste I'm The Artist, without a pound of makeup on my face My verbal a**aults extend way beyond battle rhymes Verses of mines like construction of God to a human mind So don't miss a line, but you can rewind So it don't even matter like lights left off or on to a man blind "Yo, he's wack, slow down the pace" I'm wack? I'll just retire and blame it on god, like Mase [Chorus]