China Town

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    Black shades, johnny cage, diamonds go parade
    Motorola in the kitchen, whippin' sonya
    My plug look like pacquiao, his daughter is kitana
    Young rich nigga, getting money until winter
    China town, china town, china town, china town
    Young rich nigga I got plugs out in china town
    China town, china town, china town, china town
    Young rich nigga I got plugs out in china town

    Sellin' that dope to the leems and lames, I pull up and I'm in your lane
    That droptop that audi insane, karate that chop on my brain
    Got a main bitch, no name
    My main plug, name fang
    He choppin' them bricks and remixin' them chickens
    He front me the work, now I got a ticket
    I'm bunkin' for china, my diamonds albino
    I got the birds singing like I'm richie lionel, I mean lionel richie
    Finessing the plug, again I did it, my bitches exquisite
    My life is expensive, you flexing the rental
    Erasing the work, like a #2 pencil
    Hoes with me, on the left and the right
    I'm feeling like malcolm cause I'm stuck in the middle
    You a rat in the hood, stuart little
    I'm blowing on gas like a fiddle
    Young nigga in the hood selling nickels, white boys keep the ice popsicles
    Flip the work, like a acrobat, doing jumping jacks
    J's sniff the work off the plate, had a heart attack

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    Black shades, johnny cage, diamonds go parade
    Motorola in the kitchen, whippin' sonya
    My plug look like pacquiao, his daughter is kitana
    Young rich nigga, getting money until winter
    China town, china town, china town, china town
    Young rich nigga I got plugs out in china town
    China town, china town, china town, china town
    Young rich nigga I got plugs out in china town

    Whippin' the coca, no cola
    You want it, just hit me on my motorola
    My diamonds are yellow carona, I'm selling the pissy fiona
    I'm smoking that gas with obama, I pull up in zondas, you pull up in hondas
    I laugh at you clowns, ronald mcdonald, choppin' a ton of osama
    Mr. Miyagi my plug, I make all the profit, for checkin his nazi
    I'm feeling like christopher wallce, versace, versace, versace
    All these damn plugs, and young takeoff I'm the socket
    Beat that block, bernard hopkins, I got flavor baskin robins
    I'm fuckin' kitana, you know I got sonya, for days
    My diamonds they kick johnny cage, quentin jackson rampage
    Plug out in chinatown, hit my cell and said he got that strength
    I rush, he drop the price by the pound in china town

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