Chino Xl - Bat Signals Up lyrics

[Playalitical] Why they gotta be like, "Chino that and Chino this?" Like yo, "Where Chino at?" What, you Chino's b**h? Look, Chino back and he's on his I'm on mine, we on time, lil' f**er we rich [Chino XL] Yo... now stop askin me about my dawg Playalitical Or it'll be a grand fi-nal, murder fa-tal Throw in the towel, askin questions like a cop fed Only fed I heard is K-Fed, a record deal wasted [Chorus: Playalitical] + (Chino) What did y'all forget how to throw the bat signal up? (What the f** is wrong wit y'all?) They say we wait too much when we spit that smut (What the f** is wrong wit y'all?) I guess they want that pretty sh**, they don't wanna hear a nut (What the f** is wrong wit y'all?) Throwin up on a b**h like what, what-what Wh-wh-wh-wh-what, wh-what, wh-what, wh-wh-wh-wh-wh [Chino] Yeah, yo, bring it to 'em n***a [Playalitical] Everybody know who roll call (already) She do the chicken noodle soup, smash your head in coleslaw I'm back, back from the Staples Center Didn't win nothin, you had to be gay to enter Yeah we seen the top 20 at the 49th Grammy's And we clap unloaded 45's to they panties And we band like the Outlaws, they don't want a battlezone I high beep it, blow myself up like a camera phone [Chino XL] 'Litical mayne, yeah Chino, ill as they come, a** and tongue Pack guns, I eat crack, you n***az is rappin for crumbs Murder jump out my lungs, punch out nuns Punch out your gums, go dumb, I'm settin fire to bums Y'all n***az is scums, won't pull the heat out Your heads is sunflowers n***a, I'ma punch the seeds out Ladies love it when I act this way Bringin +Celebrity d**hmatches+ without the clay – one! [Chorus] [Playalitical] Uhh... addin new {?} to my eye flicks Put you in positions to pop with codfish I won't take losses; I take faces Got cases the size of Jimmy Dean sausage The big fish in the pond that he got fish Moby can't f** with 'Litical, he'll get nauseous Get cautious, watch as we ship boxes You on my time now, switch watches Switch places, expose all you dick faces Add a pose playa because I went places Y'all the type to mug me in the yard like a bunch of gay gnomes Now I gotta break bones over payphones Ridin with Chino on 14th and J-Tones Daytonas and eight chrome He said M-A where he rep but Jersey where he from If you rhyme in his hometown they'll lock him in Greystone [Chorus] [Chino XL] Yo, Chino that fine young n***a that them ugly n***az hate I wanna whip they a** but I ain't scrapin up my Bapes Gun in my waist, known for goin in the paint hard Stop tryin to save +'Face+ like you Brad Jordan's bodyguard I don't give a damn if you a retard Pop off and grab a bat and beat you, I'll you 'til you have amnesia Beat you 'til you have a seizure I'll beat you 'til you blind in both eyes Drag you under the bleachers covered in human feces f** droppin sirens, drop a whole fire truck I'm wired like when I first heard Kurupt bust Listenin to "The Chronic" in New Jersey with my friends Like – I'm movin out to Cali dawg, I'm more like them (West coast!) It was Ice-T that bought Chino that plane ticket Sway & Tech and them ese's expose my verbal sickness Now I'm hood famous without too much promotion But who else could record a mixtape and get God to host it over? [Chorus]