I Told You So Lyrics - Chino Xl

[Chorus: Girl + (Chino XL)] 

Girl that's a fly nigga (I told you so) 

Daddy come up with the rhyme nigga (Yo, I told you so) 

Lyrically he crucifies niggaz (Yo, I told you so) 

Chino's here, bye bye niggaz, ha hah! (Yo, check it out) 

Girl that's a fly nigga (Yeah, I told you so) 

Daddy come up with the rhyme nigga (Yo, I told you so) 

Lyrically he crucifies niggaz (Bust it, I told you so) 

Chino's here, bye bye niggaz, ha hah! (Peep it, yo, yo) 

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[Chino XL] 

Multiplicty, out huntin my clones 

Rap's turnin out more sweet proteges than Quincy Jones 

My style pendergrass shoes: never touched the ground 

My IQ so high it ain't no number it's a sound 

I'm Jim Brown in his day, toughest nigga to tackle 

I'll leave your brains hangin out like Chris Rock's adam's apple 

I'm so rare, battlin Chino's like Africa: 

Yeah niggaz talk about it but they don't really wanna go there 

I'm hooked in leather, floored never 

Create more tracks than Brandy and Monica's weaves put together 

This to whoever if you rhyme like a daughter of mine 

You sound like me so much I think my sperm's in your water supply 

With a war to survive I slaughter and mortify 

Creating a torture guy be forced and falsified 

And duplicated and authorised 

I autograph a girl's bra, menage-a-trois 

I don't want no men in shit, let's have a women-age-a-trois 

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Chorus (w/ slight variations) 

[Chino XL] 

On everything that I love, I attack rap genres. 

Fatter than Chaka Khan was 

XL excederin verbal medicine sealed for tamperin 

Consider me the Master P of God like Kirk Frank-lin 

Shoot 'em shank 'em and burn they skin 

Blast for laughs at Chino actions 

Skill is a blessin you cowards could only imagine 

You ain't an X-Man like comic books, you an ex-man like RuPaul 

Run through y'all leave y'all stiffer than Ken dolls 

You wanna start friction? Play Don and King and. 

. end up gettin fucked like Ving Rhames in "Pulp Fiction" 

My rhymes hot they just might trigger the sprinkler system 

Like freaks that Eddie Murphy, call witch you comin up missin 

Now you gonna listen?! Or do I have to remind you? 

I'll punch a hole through your chest 

And give a pound to the man behind you 

Killin you and the nigga that signed you like my Dad invented murder 

I rhyme til it's a torture to me, exhaust like a catalytic converter 

It's sad for me to admit I heard of, you, such a fake one 

There's so many gay rappers 

They probably diss me cause I'm the straight one 

Plus chicks can't trick the light-skinned nigga with the long hair 

With Nick Cage in an airplane these hoes couldn't +Con Air+ 

Chorus (w/ slight variations) 

[Chino XL] 

Yo, yo, you wanna raise up? Now that takes bravery 

I house niggaz like light-skinned-ed Africans durin slavery 

I detonate crazily, a bomb, military can't disable me 

So loose in the cypher I got Lucifer ashamed of me 

Fuck who you proclaim to be, better reconsider 

Turned on wrestlin and Goldberg was like "Chino that's a big nigga" 

I died a thousand deaths to possess skills such as this 

With delivery like where Arabs live: in-tents/intense 

Sliding in events riding inside of limos with tints 

Been rhyming since Timberland trees were seeds; Burger King was Prince 

Better run for the fence, click clack on all you rats 

I shoot blindly like I'm Ray Charles with loaded gats 

(Shit) The fact is, I'm one of them crazy half-black kids 

Like Jesus in the army but I earn my stripes like zebras 

Without the H.I.V. I'm positive you don't wanna test 

I leave rappers confused like homeless cats on house arrest 

Chorus til fade