Chyna Whyte lyrics

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[Intro: Foxy Brown]
Chyna White, uh, Chyna White, uh
Y'all know me right?
I'm that same b*tch y'all n*ggas want for half price
Same b*tch y'all n*ggas be blamin' all y'all problems on
I'm the reason why half y'all n*ggas can't even go in your moms' crib no more

[Verse 1: Foxy Brown]
I'm the type of b*tch leave a n*gga nose stiff
And get his hoes hit, make his toes shift
Tell his mans and them, look, y'all ain't have sh*t
'Til y'all motherf*ckers switch and smoke this sh*t
The reason Mike f*cked around and moped his b*tch
And Miss Jones' little son Troy is loc-ed and sh*t
I ain't the cause of n*ggas with nines that tote this sh*t
It's when they spit cuz n*ggas came up real short with they sh*t
Numb a n*gga like novicane, straight to the brain
Shoot it up and get both his nose and toes at the same
n*gga's gave me nickname, Chyna, last name White
Guaranteed to have your ass open first night
Bad b*tch, slanted eyes, powdered with white
Somethin' special, not your average baddest little thing in sight
I know this dude Ritz that f*cked with a b*tch
Get you right, matter of fact, dude could get her half price
No sh*t, she got a crew that ain't nothin nice, dime sh*t
Had y'all motherf*ckers believin' that y'all can fly and sh*t
Matter fact Mel, used to f*ck a girl Trish gal
Unique hit little E and bomb bags heroin
Now they assed out, in the hood massed out
Avirex and Tim's f*cked up with they gats out
Wit no love
[Bridge: Foxy Brown & Young Gavin]
Nana, Nana, I need ten dollars, 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

[Verse 2: Foxy Brown]
Uh, no love, changed a few thugs, new drugs
n*ggas started stashin' things on Mother Gasten
Hottest sh*t to hit the streets, divide peeps
Divide crew love, f*ck trees, now it's OZ's
Small leaks and n*ggas with false leads and nosebleeds
Vein popped, pop shells and close sales
b*tches, they nose frail, got the word that coke sells
Uh, flip it once you can match a n*gga bail
Uh, flip it twice you officially on
Had the richest n*ggas f*cked up, kissin' your thong
Mystery's on
Uh, flip it three times, you straight, crib on a lake
Cristal and cheese cake, c*ck sucker knees shake, n*ggas flake
Huh, flip it once more, you're leary, huh
Feds in your ass, scared money don't make money
What happened to get money? The b*tches, the cars and brick money
The spot on Bain Bridge
Y'all n*ggas ain't claimin' sh*t now, huh
Y'all don't know me now, f*cked up in the game
No love, no love
[Outro: Foxy Brown]
Chyna White, uh, Chyna White, uh
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