Thousands 歌词
| 歌曲 | Thousands |
| 歌手 | Chino XL |
| 专辑 | Here To Save You All |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 "fuck 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 | |
| Fuck 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 bitches 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 fans | |
| Downin' niggas with credit card scams,jackin' strickly toyota land | |
| Cruisers making moves in large proportions | |
| Dressing like white boys, sticking up norstoms | |
| I done seen niggas taht go from college graduations | |
| To illegal cannibus connection with jamacians | |
| Hooked up with asians for motor-rola flip phone activating chips | |
| Selli |
| 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 95 i said " fuck 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 | |
| Fuck 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 bitches 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 fans | |
| Downin' niggas with credit card scams, jackin' strickly toyota land | |
| Cruisers making moves in large proportions | |
| Dressing like white boys, sticking up norstoms | |
| I done seen niggas taht go from college graduations | |
| To illegal cannibus connection with jamacians | |
| Hooked up with asians for motorrola flip phone activating chips | |
| Selli |
| 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 95 i said " fuck 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 | |
| Fuck 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 bitches 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 fans | |
| Downin' niggas with credit card scams, jackin' strickly toyota land | |
| Cruisers making moves in large proportions | |
| Dressing like white boys, sticking up norstoms | |
| I done seen niggas taht go from college graduations | |
| To illegal cannibus connection with jamacians | |
| Hooked up with asians for motorrola flip phone activating chips | |
| Selli |
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