Outro Chynalude - Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz

Aww yeah ya know it was real hanging out wit y’all motherf**kers

On this here album right

But this motherf**ker bout over and uh

Time for me to get the hell on

Been in the studio, the motherf**king sun coming up

In this bitch, motherf**ker, been in this motherf**king studio

Working hard on this motherf**king album

(Background vocals from Lil' Jon & Big Sam come in)

What up B-leech, goddamn Sleet as usual in the motherf**king studio

Kit, all the boys higher den a motherf**ker

We got Tim over there f**king up shit

Ha, ha, but like I said time to get up out this album knowhaimsayin

Hope y’all enjoyed this motherf**ker

It was a lot of hard work putting this bitch together

Go look out for them, LG’s, my girl Chyna Whyte

And who knows what else to motherf**king expect

From the motherf**king BME ya little Biatch

(Chyna Whyte)

It’s one time for my soldiers on the front line

Strapped with AKs, and car bombs

With K-nine blood lines

It’s one time for my killers on the front line

Strapped P-nines and semi-autos

Actin like it’s no tomorrow

(Chyna Whyte)

To survive in this world makes me a soldier

Cause I wear Reeboks, nigga why, cause they colder

Every 3 years I battle my fans thug years

Now I shed tears, nigga, I ain’t happy here

Like pot, so I blow herb thinking it’ll stop the pain

When I come down I’ll still be left with the strain

So I stay high so my eyes can stay dry

And I don’t give a f**k why

Nigga I was born to die

In the club head tight off of gin and kiwi

Camouflage and dimes so the niggas can’t see me

Tellin em my name Le-Le or Lisa

Breaking them walls the Visa 9-millimeter

Sha-sha click, cock it, rock it

Nothing but the Reeboks and poppin

Nuttin but motherf**king nines and

Bump, bump, you be running like Forrest Gump

Knock you on yo ass like Humpty Dump

Chyna Whyte leaves niggas in a slump, serial

Deadly like disease venereal

Game as be RD imperial

Pumpin through your stereo, nigga what you know

Ain’t no log when that fo'-fo'

Ejaculate up in your fo' door

Bitch die slow, lyrical calico

Purple tablets I flow

None want war, Gambino

Emptyin clips, I rips

Motevl I flips

Words comin off the lips like Teflon’s hips

IT’S ONE TIME!