a come home from China? Come home from China Come home from China Miss Mary, won't you please a come home from China? Come home from China Come home from China
, ham on whole wheat, all right My zippers bust, my buckles break I'm too much man for you to take The pavement cracks when I fall down I've got more chins
balls, average nigga have no luck at all But because I be in my 'Lac chillin They stereotype me, thinkin im into crack sellin Man im windy city 2-20, anybody chin
right, You ain't a baller, you chase checks, I check write, Even when It's dark outside on my neck right, [Diddy] Hey ya hold up, pick a restaurant Chows or Chin Chin
live real, you know what I mean? Tell you some shit, though Been in the game for about 10 years or more Talking about shit you never did before You know my macking is cracking
ridaz. Check it. Chorus *(Yukmouth)* All of my niggas ridaz. small time grindas, pimps and big timers. Whether it's heiron or hemp wit China.
Black, tarred concrete, pine for me Lying dormant for you and your country Hardened surface, cracked within Catch the sweat from off the chin Of men
the sticks meet the bricks That's what we on now All a my people up in this bitch, bitch Lemonade is made from lemon's a? Then I'ma make fine china from
crawls into sight Her skin is cold china white She's a dark angel wearing dark glasses Dark shadows under long false lashes The night exposes the cracks
do if you could do the unbelievable? Once you rule the world every girl would want to be with you First, I get the money, then I get the power Joey crack
wreck wartone and thought poems Liver than WWF Warzone Walk upon the guarded tracks, bodies collapse Rap for lottery stacks, shatter like when pottery cracks
of the Valdez greases Completely jheri curled the beaches Pipe bomb for the NAACP And a hit on Salman Rushdie, the Berlin Wall comes down And the U.S. cracks
nigga that's gonna look at the sky Ask God why I'm broke, bitch, I'm cooking the pie We all gon' die, sooner or later, matter of time My niggaz sell crack
the world through my rearview Now I was raised as a young black male In order to get paid, forced to make crack sales Caught a nigga so they send me
, I'm 'bout to kick in your door 5, 6, man, I want those bricks 7, 8, you gon' give up dat weight 9, 10, I'll put the glock to ya chin 11, 12, man, I'
lips to wrap around my dick check it, ghetto girl in designer type she could get it 'long as the vagina tight keep they nose numb, high off of china
