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letra de how it goes (feat. saafir) - chino xl

f/ saafir

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[verse 1 – chino xl]
a pretty smile can cover up a character
dirtier than janet jackson’s clothes
when she played penny on “good times” (right)
a chick in the hood shines
but blind to trick n-gg-
that has not been exposed to this mentality of mines…
(i find the one i want) if she step up
i get her open like every piece of my mail when i was locked up
laced up stupid after i drop ’em
then f-ck every model in q-tip videos with the same condom
(i never met a b-tch) that faded me
cus mentally and physically god was showing off when he created me
(be afraid of me)
but stop hating me cus women are loving me, i’m sorry
that you was a virgin until your record release party (right)
hoes won’t admit this, but that’s groupie’s style (yeah)
i call ’em cleopatras, they the queens of +the nile/denial+
and these trick n-gg-s dead on ’em
bithces looking like barbie doll bodies with a g.i. joe head on ’em
it’s pathetic how quickly are to get naked
probably infected, shieet! give me the ones with good credit
or dead it, admitedly i have a fetish you could be on
i like an -ss so fat she can turn a boxer shorts to thongs
(is you hot from all my songs?)
she diggin’ me, got women fingering themselves
thinking of women fingering themselves that are thinking of me
you know what sickening me? (yo dog express your feelings)
if eric bennet can get halle berry i deserve vannesa williams

it’s how it goes (-3x-)
tell ’em how it goes yo…

(chorus)
saafir + [chino xl]

this is how it goes
down in the town of west oakland keepin’ hoes soaked in

[this game will never change]
[in jersey freaks touch concrete eight inches on cheese baby]

it’ll never be
another me, sauce see squeeze up on a hoe like
“oh sh-t you got to pay me!”

[saafir talking]
that’s real talk,
and you know what’s that fat white man name
ben franklin
the bald head n-gg- with the gl-sses… feel me

[verse 2 – saafir]
i dead tricks in the game (what)
baptise they eyes with the reply that i ain’t fly
trick, b-tch, i’m an astronaut
with so much hot acid c-ck on the concrete
you gotta wear sunblock (know)
sending these hoes like meteors (whooosh)
by 2004 you’ll see me in a sp-ce suit
paper chasin’ with hoes in pursuit of my boots
touch down on that pimp planet, floor
(gimmie some more)
up goes the flag made out of wigs and galore
(take that back)
panties are vision for male tricks on a mission to hold hoes down
like gravity, (ha ha), imagine me (trick)
cus the way from ya’ll i’m like years with the fly gear
and better than credit that’s limitless
for breaking a b-tch i’m in the mothaf-cking book of guinesses
(breakin’ records) under h.o.t.
short for: hoold ooooon,… trick!
let me switch your ?cre-day to mayday
time to show up, hoe up or blow up (blow up!)
but you know what? (what)
i gotta keep tellin’ my other half
n-gg- they don’t know us, thou shall not hold trust
i’ll p-ss the -ss on mine, playalistically divine
no nickelodeon sh-t
hoe take out your clothes and get into this here ?feronien? slick

(chorus)

[chino xl]
see i don’t’ chase these hoes,
these hoes chase me, why chase the doe, yo

[chino xl signing]
your purse comes first your -ss comes last
and i don’t know how long we gon’ last
but what you do with all your money baby
you bring it all home to chi…

[verse 3 – saafir]
to a true p.i., the thick ?? less layer
a playa,-listic
gangsta pulling your age and funny style -ss foul
(yeah, but now)
that’s it i’m a shake that trick and i’m puttin nothing else on it
i won’t arrest the chest and thighs
recognize the weapon size
when i shoot this game at your -ss
or get shot with hot sh-t into ya lip
blister b-tch, miss a n-gg- if you a plain -ss coward
with a colorful name that hate players and not the game

[chino xl]
woop!(latin lover lover)
famous in art
i’m dangersous and smart
guaranteed victory dating your wifey on the change of heart
no b-tches run me, i told you from the start
so many tears she’d over me, don’t make a scene, make an ark
(straight talk)
women turnin’ their beepers, cutting their phones off
i make love to their minds ’til their clothes just fall off!
i f-ck tamia as a side bed
i make chicks consider themselves widows
whose husbands ain’t even died yet (d-mn)
to best explain it:
catch me in your living room gettin my hair braided
by your girl, b-ttnaked
look at what having the best lines done for me
your wifey will trade six of you for one of me
(and that’s real)

(chorus)

…tell em how it goes down (-5x-)

- chino xl

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