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chi-town - rhymefest lyrics

[intro: rhymefest]
a star is born, volume one

[chorus: rhymefest]
we got a hundred hoes, a hundred chicks
and baby weed from chi*town, chi*town
and you can tell her where my homies fit
that baby we from chi*town, chi*town
and then you love the way we pimpin’ b*tches
’cause baby we from chi*town, chi*town
and we gon’ leave that p*ssy hole with stitches
’cause baby we from chi*town, chi*town

[verse one: twista]
girl i love how you crack that ass
the way your booty cheeks move around when i tap that ass
she twerk herself so she gon’ stack some cash
poppin’ it quick, asking me “twista, how you rap that fast?” (like this)
wanna spit like this ’cause it is i from the chi (that’s real)
wanna get her booty up on the bedsides, open wide
every time she speak, she tell me her throat go deep
and how she a freak*a*link so i kept my eyes on the prize

[verse two: kanye west]
you at the bar tryin’ to ask what that hypno hit fo’
if you gotta ask that you can’t afford to get mo’
dawg, slow down, you can’t afford to sip mo’
leave the club now, come back when you get dough
many hoes, many many many many many hoes
centerfolds, especially i’m in the go
cadillac back to back, red, black and indigo
tell me that i ain’t pimpin’ yo
especially they in a row?
keep a least two, that can’t keep they cool
cause i stay g’d up like the first week of school
take the broke hoes back to they section 8
where i pass the d*ck around like a collection plate
this white ho said “la di da di, we love to party”
and that b*tch ain’t broke so that mean she sniff coke
and she only seventeen so that mean she can’t vote
so if we do anything, that mean you can’t quote
[chorus: rhymefest]
we got a hundred hoes, a hundred chicks
and baby weed from chi*town, chi*town
and you can tell her where my homies fit
that baby we from chi*town, chi*town
and then you love the way we pimpin’ b*tches
’cause baby we from chi*town, chi*town
and we gon’ leave that p*ssy hole with stitches
’cause baby we from chi*town, chi*town

[verse three: rhymefest]
this is how we do
i know these stuntin’ n*ggas wonder
“how the h*ll a broke cat get a fly b*tch number?”
you think a n*gga finna pay you?
i’ll tell a girl in a minute “baby, i drive a daewoo”
and i ain’t here for the interview
’cause look, i ain’t got a benz but i maybach into you
seats laid way back for what we finna do
me and kanye, man this sh*t is criminal
girl, i know a lot of brothers clockin’ you
but this year, you like the upn shows, n0body’s watching you
i want my money like cops in high pursuits
how can we f*ck, you guard the p*ssy like goalies in hockey suits
i don’t understand women when they diss many men
but flippin’ the mini when they winnin’ the wimbleton
now you want go*karts and dental plans?
oh, you too good for the middle man
she too good to f*ck in a rental van
nah, you got a brother sweaty
i get them rubbers ready
that ass lookin’ like cakes, i call her little debbie
you know i gotta have it, you call me mr. magic
and i ain’t mystical, you wanna give it up with daddy
[chorus: rhymefest]
we got a hundred hoes, a hundred chicks
and baby weed from chi*town, chi*town
and you can tell her where my homies fit
that baby we from chi*town, chi*town
and then you love the way we pimpin’ b*tches
’cause baby we from chi*town, chi*town
and we gon’ leave that p*ssy hole with stitches
’cause baby we from chi*town, chi*town

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