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santino - chinatown freestyle lyrics

[intro: santino]
backpack rhyming
talking ’bout gold and diamonds
k!ll your whole -ssignment
need a moment of silence
just a peace keeper holding the violence
or a street sweeper rolling and riding

see me in a cage holding a lion
he bit my neck, hold me i’m dying
i see a white light and homie it’s blinding
this weed too loud so i gotta be quiet

[verse 1: santino]
these b-tches want to see me in the day time
probably catch me on a f-cking episode of dateline
you can hear the track spin, listen to the b-ss line
beat so hard it’s a mother f-cking hate crime
i ain’t got no time for nothing
these rappers, dime a dozen
a dollar holds most power, but define corruption
and is your face most sour when my crowd is jumping
i got something you’ll never possess, clown, you’re stuntin’

on my a.k.a. sh-t, tino he don’t play sh-t
young and wild, but i’m learning something every day sh-t
hit the ground running, running through all of these bases
touchdown, field goal, oooh i can taste it
i’m a f-cking cash cow, oooh i can taste it
i’m a f-cking piece of sh-t, oooh i get wasted
guess i should embrace it, it’s back to the basics
i’ll finish up these bars then it’s back to the day shift

[chorus: santino]
whylin’ whylin’
i’m feeling like i’m running ‘round chinatown, whylin’ out
(chinatown, chinatown)
whylin’ whylin’
i’m feeling like i’m running ‘round chinatown, whylin’ out
(whylin’ out)
whylin’ whylin’
i’m feeling like i’m running ‘round chinatown, whylin’ out
(whylin’ out)
whylin’ whylin’
i’m feeling like i’m running round (round round)
(whylin’)

[verse 2: santino]
i’m feeling like i’m running round chinatown
on the wrong side of town
dealing with a whole lot of sh-t
f-ck a problem now, i just want some gold on my wrist
and a bad b-tch, who is on some do me right sh-t
here’s a doobie light this, like this, like a white chick
feisty, probably is a pisces
rapping is an art i should probably do it nicely
but even cake usually has a little bit of icing

we on the front page
i knew that one day
i’d be rapping spitting bars
living large, b-ss hitting hard
and i got planes on the runway
and they one way
so you can’t come play
but i’m with you in your heart
as you pick apart these bars
free of charge
life is sweeter than a sundae

[chorus – repeat 2x]

[outro: santino]
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