Chynalude (outro) Lyrics - Lil Jon & Eastside Boyz

*featuring Chyna Whyte 

[Lil Bo - Talking] 

Aww yeah ya know it was real hanging out wit y'all motherfuckers 

On this here album right 

But this motherfucker bout over and uh 

Time for me to get the hell on 

Been in the studio, the motherfucking sun coming up 

In this bitch, motherfucker, been in this motherfucking studio 

Working hard on this motherfucking album 

[Background vocals from Lil' Jon & Big Sam come in] 

What up B-leech, goddamn Sleet as usual in the motherfucking studio 

Kit, all the boys higher den a motherfucker 

We got Tim over there fucking up shit 

Ha, ha, but like I said time to get up out this album knowhaimsayin 

Hope y'all enjoyed this motherfucker 

It was a lot of hard work putting this bitch together 

Go look out for them, LG's, my girl Chyna Whyte 

And who knows what else to motherfucking expect 

From the motherfucking BME ya little Biatch 

[Chorus x2] 

[Chyna Whyte] 

It's one time for my soldiers on the front line 

Strapped with AKs, and car bombs 

With K-nine blood lines 

It's one time for my killers on the front line 

Strapped P-nines and semi-autos 

Actin like it's no tomorrow 

[Chyna Whyte] 

To survive in this world makes me a soldier 

Cause I wear Reeboks, nigga why, cause they colder 

Every 3 years I battle my fans thug years 

Now I shed tears, nigga, I ain't happy here 

Like pot, so I blow herb thinking it'll stop the pain 

When I come down I'll still be left with the strain 

So I stay high so my eyes can stay dry 

And I don't give a fuck why 

Nigga I was born to die 

In the club head tight off of gin and kiwi 

Camouflage and dimes so the niggas can't see me 

Tellin em my name Le-Le or Lisa 

Breaking them walls the Visa 9-millimeter 

Sha-sha click, cock it, rock it 

Nothing but the Reeboks and poppin 

Nuttin but motherfucking nines and 

Bump, bump, you be running like Forrest Gump 

Knock you on yo ass like Humpty Dump 

Chyna Whyte leaves niggas in a slump, serial 

Deadly like disease venereal 

Game as be RD imperial 

Pumpin through your stereo, nigga what you know 

Ain't no log when that fo'-fo' 

Ejaculate up in your fo' door 

Bitch die slow, lyrical calico 

Purple tablets I flow 

None want war, Gambino 

Emptyin clips, I rips 

Motevl I flips 

Words comin off the lips like Teflon's hips 

IT'S ONE TIME!