Chyna Whyte Lyrics - Chyna Doll - Foxy Brown

Chyna White, uh, Chyna White uh. 

y'all know me right? 

I'm that same bitch y'all niggas want for half price 

Same bitch y'all niggas was blamin' all y'all problems on 

I'm the reason half of y'all niggas 

Can't even go in your moms' crib no more 

Uh, I'm the type of bitch leave a nigga nose stiff 

And get his hoes hit 

Make his toes shift 

Until the demands are in 

y'all ain't have shit 

'Til y'all motherfuckers switch and smoke this shit 

The reason Mike fucked around and moped with this bitch 

In his jones, little son Troy, float the shit 

I ain't for causin' niggas with nines to tote this shit 

'Cause when you spit 

'Cause niggas came up real short with they shit 

I'm on a nigga like novacane, straight to the brain 

Shoot it up 

Thinkin' both his nose and his toes are the same, nigga 

Gimme your nickname Chyna, last name White 

Guaranteed to have your ass open first night 

Bad bitch 

Slanted eyes 

Powdered with white 

Somethin' special 

Not too average 

Baddest little thing in sight 

I knew this dude Ritz that fucked with a bitch 

Get you right, matter of fact, you could get it half price 

Shit, she got a crew that ain't nothin nice 

Dime shit 

Have ya motherfuckers believin ya tryin' to find shit 

Matter fact, Mel, used to fuck a girl Trish gal 

Unique hit, little E and bomb bags heroin 

Now they assed out and the hood massed out 

Even Rex and Tim's fucked up with they gats out 

No Love. 

Ill Nana, ill Nana, I need ten dollars, ill Nana 

Baby I can't give you no more money 

What you mean you can't give me no money? 

Man, boy, where's my TV? 

Nana, I smoked the TV. 

Uh, no love 

Change a few thugs 

New drugs 

Niggas started stashin' things on Mother Gasten 

Hottest shit to hit the streets 

Divide peeps, divide crew love 

Fuck trees, and that was OZ 

Slow leaks and niggas with false leads and nosebleeds 

Vein popped, pop shells with close sales 

Bitches, they noses frail 

Got the word that coke sells 

Huh, tip it once you can match a nigga bail 

Huh, flip it twice you officially on 

Have the richest niggas fucked up 

Kissin' your thong 

Mystery's on 

Huh, flip it three times- you straight 

Trip on a lake, cristal and cheese cake 

Cock sucker, d shake, niggas flake 

Huh, flip it once more you're leary 

Huh, feds on your ass 

Hit money don't make money 

What happened to get money? 

The bitches, the cars and brick money 

The spot on Bay Bridge 

y'all niggas ain't clamin' shit now huh 

y'all know me now, fucked up in the game 

No love, no love. 

Chyna White, uh uh uh 

Chyna White