Stay Chisel Lyrics
| Song | Stay Chisel |
| Artist | Large Professor |
| Album | 1st Class |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Jones, Mitchell | |
| (feat. Nas) | |
| Stay chizzled like a box of white Bitdaba-Fila | |
| Luther ain't no Arnold Schwarzenegger type steelo | |
| Stay chizzled, check your vapor nigga | |
| Bring the bardy of chess, then push it up harder than the rest | |
| Stay chizzled, precisely cup, sharp the fuck | |
| You thought this was a game we came to charge you up | |
| So take it to the brain, laid peoples, know how throw them things | |
| Swiff on them toes, knockout blow, so stay chizzle | |
| Ey yo Nas, I was tellin' them niggas on the ave. | |
| The same shit the other day (right) | |
| Kids gotta stay sharp (no doubt) or stay chizzle (chizzle) | |
| Yo, perform, a chest naked, I'm lookin' sharp for the peoples | |
| Not in my physical form, strong thoughts, I'm cock-diesel | |
| Brolic with knowledge so flow with me | |
| Intelligence benchin', 4004-50, light a Dunbell L | |
| Inhale the hater, lunchgirl rings, sweatin' | |
| Working up her appetite, settin' | |
| Mental-calistetics got my mind stretchin', then I release it | |
| Have my whole frame bowgin' under diamond pieces | |
| Take the weight of the world on my shoulders, I hold it | |
| So I consume most the pain for my niggaz I roll wit | |
| 'Cause see, the streets ain't no ghost-gym, papi | |
| And if I feel it going down then my niggaz'll spot me | |
| Without the mind, the body, weight don't even mean nothin' | |
| Let's take 3 brothers and put them in the bing or something | |
| Who's gonna survive? The wise man, the fool or the warrior | |
| Well if all of their minds are chizzle, then all of them | |
| I stay chizzle, like Snoop Dogg, fo' chizzle my nizzle | |
| In them hardcore streets I'm a straight artificial | |
| 6-pack, don motivator, throw on the weight up | |
| Kid try to front so I show him straight up | |
| Had to smoke click, flab a gasti | |
| Way I was cutting 'em up, when kid yelled out "Grab the basket" | |
| Tryied to rush me, luckily I wasn't rusty | |
| Pulled out, searched them all out like a custy | |
| Couldn't go out, highway with a blowout | |
| Like Frank, I did it my way, no doubt | |
| Large billionaire and I'm still here | |
| Writing rhymes for this sphere, I do not feel fear | |
| You heard, I'm the dude on deporture to Irv | |
| And I tell you right now, kid, soft is word | |
| That don't discribe me, what y'all know is _ | |
| Barbeque II, Nas right here beside me |
| zuo ci : Jones, Mitchell | |
| feat. Nas | |
| Stay chizzled like a box of white BitdabaFila | |
| Luther ain' t no Arnold Schwarzenegger type steelo | |
| Stay chizzled, check your vapor nigga | |
| Bring the bardy of chess, then push it up harder than the rest | |
| Stay chizzled, precisely cup, sharp the fuck | |
| You thought this was a game we came to charge you up | |
| So take it to the brain, laid peoples, know how throw them things | |
| Swiff on them toes, knockout blow, so stay chizzle | |
| Ey yo Nas, I was tellin' them niggas on the ave. | |
| The same shit the other day right | |
| Kids gotta stay sharp no doubt or stay chizzle chizzle | |
| Yo, perform, a chest naked, I' m lookin' sharp for the peoples | |
| Not in my physical form, strong thoughts, I' m cockdiesel | |
| Brolic with knowledge so flow with me | |
| Intelligence benchin', 400450, light a Dunbell L | |
| Inhale the hater, lunchgirl rings, sweatin' | |
| Working up her appetite, settin' | |
| Mentalcalistetics got my mind stretchin', then I release it | |
| Have my whole frame bowgin' under diamond pieces | |
| Take the weight of the world on my shoulders, I hold it | |
| So I consume most the pain for my niggaz I roll wit | |
| ' Cause see, the streets ain' t no ghostgym, papi | |
| And if I feel it going down then my niggaz' ll spot me | |
| Without the mind, the body, weight don' t even mean nothin' | |
| Let' s take 3 brothers and put them in the bing or something | |
| Who' s gonna survive? The wise man, the fool or the warrior | |
| Well if all of their minds are chizzle, then all of them | |
| I stay chizzle, like Snoop Dogg, fo' chizzle my nizzle | |
| In them hardcore streets I' m a straight artificial | |
| 6pack, don motivator, throw on the weight up | |
| Kid try to front so I show him straight up | |
| Had to smoke click, flab a gasti | |
| Way I was cutting ' em up, when kid yelled out " Grab the basket" | |
| Tryied to rush me, luckily I wasn' t rusty | |
| Pulled out, searched them all out like a custy | |
| Couldn' t go out, highway with a blowout | |
| Like Frank, I did it my way, no doubt | |
| Large billionaire and I' m still here | |
| Writing rhymes for this sphere, I do not feel fear | |
| You heard, I' m the dude on deporture to Irv | |
| And I tell you right now, kid, soft is word | |
| That don' t discribe me, what y' all know is _ | |
| Barbeque II, Nas right here beside me |
| zuò cí : Jones, Mitchell | |
| feat. Nas | |
| Stay chizzled like a box of white BitdabaFila | |
| Luther ain' t no Arnold Schwarzenegger type steelo | |
| Stay chizzled, check your vapor nigga | |
| Bring the bardy of chess, then push it up harder than the rest | |
| Stay chizzled, precisely cup, sharp the fuck | |
| You thought this was a game we came to charge you up | |
| So take it to the brain, laid peoples, know how throw them things | |
| Swiff on them toes, knockout blow, so stay chizzle | |
| Ey yo Nas, I was tellin' them niggas on the ave. | |
| The same shit the other day right | |
| Kids gotta stay sharp no doubt or stay chizzle chizzle | |
| Yo, perform, a chest naked, I' m lookin' sharp for the peoples | |
| Not in my physical form, strong thoughts, I' m cockdiesel | |
| Brolic with knowledge so flow with me | |
| Intelligence benchin', 400450, light a Dunbell L | |
| Inhale the hater, lunchgirl rings, sweatin' | |
| Working up her appetite, settin' | |
| Mentalcalistetics got my mind stretchin', then I release it | |
| Have my whole frame bowgin' under diamond pieces | |
| Take the weight of the world on my shoulders, I hold it | |
| So I consume most the pain for my niggaz I roll wit | |
| ' Cause see, the streets ain' t no ghostgym, papi | |
| And if I feel it going down then my niggaz' ll spot me | |
| Without the mind, the body, weight don' t even mean nothin' | |
| Let' s take 3 brothers and put them in the bing or something | |
| Who' s gonna survive? The wise man, the fool or the warrior | |
| Well if all of their minds are chizzle, then all of them | |
| I stay chizzle, like Snoop Dogg, fo' chizzle my nizzle | |
| In them hardcore streets I' m a straight artificial | |
| 6pack, don motivator, throw on the weight up | |
| Kid try to front so I show him straight up | |
| Had to smoke click, flab a gasti | |
| Way I was cutting ' em up, when kid yelled out " Grab the basket" | |
| Tryied to rush me, luckily I wasn' t rusty | |
| Pulled out, searched them all out like a custy | |
| Couldn' t go out, highway with a blowout | |
| Like Frank, I did it my way, no doubt | |
| Large billionaire and I' m still here | |
| Writing rhymes for this sphere, I do not feel fear | |
| You heard, I' m the dude on deporture to Irv | |
| And I tell you right now, kid, soft is word | |
| That don' t discribe me, what y' all know is _ | |
| Barbeque II, Nas right here beside me |
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