Lin Kuei Cholo

Lin Kuei Cholo

Ima cholo 2.0, soona o later everybody goin know x2
I’m a lin kuei cholo Ninja
My beats and rhymes is goin getcha
My flo going slitcha
Throat cuz I aint no bitcha
Punk, hand on my nutz
Back massage subs in the back of my trunk
I don’t give a fuck
The cops don’t neither
I ask for directions, but they look eager
They wanna ask me questions they wanna go deeper
I’m on the curb and they looking for a reason
Do what? Simon says do som
For what, Cuz you’re a dumb beana!
The 6 6 ply means ima drug deala
I’m have to lie or they locka me in the freeza
Sombrero on my heads cuz I singa
Powder the trunker is a lotta bleach cleana
Grass is for mulch that I’ll use for my leisure
Ima mariachi, janitorial, grounds keepa baby!

Ima cholo 2.0, soona o later everybody goin know x2
I’m a lin kuei cholo (cholo) Ninja (ninja)
My beats and rhymes is goin getcha
My flo going slitcha throat cuz I aint no bitcha
Gorrila black on black Kawasaki ninja
I’m goin light speed with the screama
My 600 r goes hard like I’m ceasa
Everybody sees me and hails when I peel up
But im just chillen, cruised as I dip
The mustangs chase on my way to the crib
I let go the throttle and run it down from 80
Everythihg is cool, but all the piggies hate me
I get pulled up by a motorcycle cooper
I wasn’t even speeding but its really no shocker
Wtf is this? Im already preparing my excuses
but hes got his rope ready making nooses
I see ‘em in the mirror and he looks like nazi
I tell him eva I’m Italian and my last name is rossi
My English is sloppy, Mussolini is my grand papi
Why you trippin on me getting saucy?
He says he’s mistaken and his really sorry
I looked like a beaner in a stolen ducati, uhhhh

Ima cholo 2.0, soona o later everybody goin know x2
I’m a lin kuei cholo (cholo) Ninja (ninja)
Everybody gonna taka picture
Ima lin kuei ninja
Even when the po slows me mdown ima getcha
My flow so sexy
In the chevy lo rockin fendis
My tweet quotes trending
Ima a superstar with the converse tennis
Bitch what? I make my own beatz
I write my own rhymes and design my cds
Even when I’m broke, my brand still – ill
(fatality) growing
ghetto businez man ghetto biznis plan hold up
Ima make this motherfucking money til I throw up
Neva slow up, cholo 2.0 rap coca-cola
I got your own grandma speaking chola
Spickity slang got all the white girls going loca
Stripper high heels, miniskirts and coronas
They love my skin tona, my day work shoulders
Certified 100 plus agave sperm dona
I got the sick coda, the triplet rhyme quota
Everytime I flow its high fructose corn – soda
The patron, with bordeux made by Mexican mocha
Got your homie saying damn I (finish him) told ya