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The Chow Line

 

The Chow Line

(앨범: The Jukebox: Prelude To Class Clown - 2009)


[Max B:]
Chyeah
[?]
What's good, baby?
Let me tell y'all how we do it

[Max B & Beedie:]
I got them bitches [?] got these niggas saying, "Wait"
These bitches screaming, "Oh"
And we just (Oh), we just let the money pile
And when it's time to eat, I'm the first in line for chow (For chow)
You more than welcome, bring the guns
And we ain't gotta keep saying it where we from (412, muhfuckers)
I'm a gain weighting motherfucker for life (Yo, this shit's wavy as fuck, I'm 'bout to get my twist on and shit)
Chyeah

[Beedie:]
I'd like to welcome everyone to the show
Grab a plate and some food to go
It's soon to roll, there's three on the track: Max B, Ill Spoken, so suitable
But who would know? (Know) If you've come thus far (Chyeah)
And how we crush so hard (Chyeah)
I wanna rush the ball, I'ma buy it all by myself, fuck y'all
See, I'm riding in my ocean waves, so blaze, I toast the haze
I coast for days, and we stay for a lil' bit pic
Take a sniff of that flava flave, I ain't tailor made (Haha)
I'ma take what I can, the first in line with a cake in my hand
And I seen y'all sink in the sand
That's money in the bank, mo' cheese for the team
And I do it for the cream, and the love for the scene
And the cuts with the E on the jeans
And I leave the receiving team, which they didn't catch up
'Til they flee from the scene
You don't really want it, boy, you better back down
Tell your girl turn around, bring it back now
Tell me why she wanna ride on my style
Gotta scream my name so loud that she black out
Act now if you wanna get it cracking (Chyeah)
Come [?] while my cars is stacking (Chyeah)
So when I pause for action
Watch out, dawg, 'cause I ball for the passion (Chyeah)
I gotta beg ya for the next round
Best style, ill boy with the best sound
I don't mess around with that weak shit, keen shit
[?] with the flame, I'm playing boy, ya chest out
Mr. I'll Show You What A Knife Do
You don't wanna be playing wit' ya life, dude
Messing with you saying you a target
You paying that price 'cause I ain't gon' fight you
Some say I got a foul mind, 'cause I grind all day
Never got no downtime, and you know I gotta eat
I'm the first in the chow line

[Max B & Mac Miller:]
I got them bitches [?] got these niggas saying, "Wait"
These bitches screaming, "Oh"
And we just (Oh), we just let the money pile
And when it's time to eat, I'm the first in line for chow (For chow)
You more than welcome, bring the guns
And we ain't gotta keep saying it where we from (412)
I'm a gain weighting motherfucker for life
(Listen, yo) Chyeah

[Mac Miller:]
Ill Spoken and Max B the realest that's out (Yep)
Collecting dead presidents, no reasonable doubt (Haha)
If it wasn't three-thousand pounds, we be stealing ya house
Chopping it up, then we dealing it out (Ha)
And I ain't feeling my mouth
With every tick of your heart (Heart), your brain is ripping apart ('Part)
The way I spit feel like your ears is getting bit by a shark
I'm just sitting in park, waiting to start my engine (Engine)
My bars is blending, leave you sitting up on Mars in seconds (Yeah)
Leave you scarred for weapons, I could battle you hard from detention (Uh-huh)
Yup, a mic blessing, giving little tights lessons (Chyeah)
I'm grinding, let my chest bling
Rhyming during testing, you would acted like Martin Sheen on The West Wing
Check, king, checkmate, the chessboard is mine
You wanna war with rhymes? The touring God explores your mind
You a borderline bitch fucking with pork and swine
Your spinal cord is getting popped like a cork in wine
I'm recording mine, Colt 45 what I'm sipping on (Uh-huh)
I need that ice in my watch, feel like my wrist is gone (Uh-huh)
That's the shit I'm on, listen through an intercom
Blow your squad up with some more of that Pittsburgh bomb

[Max B:]
I got them bitches [?] got these niggas saying, "Wait"
These bitches screaming, "Oh"
And we just (Oh), we just let the money pile
And when it's time to eat, I'm the first in line for chow (For chow)
You more than welcome, bring the guns
And we ain't gotta keep saying it where we from (All day)
I'm a gain weighting motherfucker for life (Life, baby)
Chyeah

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