chain hang low

Beatstaz Do your chain hang low? Do it wobble to da flow? Do it shine in the light? Is it platinum, is it gold? Could you throw it over ya shoulder? If ya hot, it make ya cold Do your chain hang low? Is that yo' chain? 'Bout 24 inches is how low I let it hang How 'bout the ride and let the diamonds smoke off the Range Just by the chain, you can tell the big kid do his thang (yeah) You know the name Is that yo' chain? 'Bout 24 inches is how low I let it hang How 'bout the ride and let the diamonds smoke off the range (yeah, bwoy) Just by the chain, you can tell the big kid do a stain I'm off the chain Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm hot, kid Chain's so low, you would think that diamonds never stop it And it's funny 'cause you could never stop it A bunch of rocks on my hand and I ain't even on the block yet Show 'em white gold, sorta hold 'em like my Tim's And a chain hang 24 inches like the rims Diamonds all blown up, yeah, sorta like a pimp So when I like hit the ice It starts glistenin' off the Tims (off the Tims) My chain hang, all it do is blang, blang Have blue, have red, like my diamonds gang bang And don' even think we on tha same thing My charms so heavy they couldn't lift it 'til the crane came Do your chain hang low? Do it wobble to da flow? Do it shine in the light? Is it platinum, is it gold? Could you throw it over ya shoulder? If ya hot, it make ya cold Do your chain hang low? Do your chain hang low? Do it wobble to da flow? Do it shine in the light? Is it platinum, is it gold? Could you throw it over ya shoulder? If ya hot, it make ya cold Do your chain hang low? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm so icy (do yo' chain?) My charm's so heavy that my neck don't like it (do yo' chain?) Go, no, no, no, no is not a game, kid (do yo' chain?) 'Cause I throw my chain in the crowd like game, B (is nothin') Diamonds is nothin' to me (do yo' chain?) Especially when I'm dressin' up, it's just a button to me Bling! (Could you throw it over yo' shoulder) And not to mention my teeth 'Cause they color coordinated, complimentin' the teeth (Oh, boy, that's) So check out my swag Diamonds red, white and blue like the American flag Boy, (do yo' chain?) It's so colorful And, see, I got that nice screen My money I spend on jewels, I call it my ice cream (chain, chain, chain, chain) My music give you a black eye 'cause of the beating They think I am a mutant the way a boy is beasting (chain, chain, chain, chain) I stay winning, sometime you a call it cheating Yeah, my boys always around like it's a meeting Is that yo' chain? (Do yo' chain?) 'Bout 24 inches is how low I let it hang (do yo' chain?) How 'bout the ride and let the diamonds smoke off the Range (do yo' chain?) Just by the chain, you can tell a big kid do a stain (do yo' chain?) You know the name (do, do, do, do, do, do, do yo' chain?) Is that yo' chain? (Do yo' chain?) 'Bout 24 inches is how low I let it hang (do yo' chain?) How 'bout the ride and let the diamonds smoke off the Range (do yo' chain?) Just by the chain, you can tell a big kid do a stain (do yo' chain?) I'm off the chain (do, do, do, do, do, do, do yo' chain?) Do your chain hang low? Do it wobble to da flow? Do it shine in the light? Is it platinum, is it gold? Could you throw it over ya shoulder? If ya hot, it make ya cold Do your chain hang low? Do your chain hang low? Do it wobble to da flow? Do it shine in the light? Is it platinum, is it gold? Could you throw it over ya shoulder? If ya hot, it make ya cold Do your chain hang low?

There's a place I go Where the lights hang low Walls are stale From a thousand Marlborough lights And the carpet tells a tale Of a thousand Friday nights There's a man outside Big black holes for eyes Biting down on burnt-out cigars Plays forgotten songs on broken guitars There's a place I go Where the lights hang low There's a place I've found On the edge of town Where all the girls dress in angelic white But age is so unkind under florescent lights And there's a man by the door Neatly stitched to the floor He's sat there for a thousand years And he'll sit there for a thousand more There's a place I go Where the lights hang low Oh, there's a place I go Where the lights hang low

Aye, man, muthafucka just told me to pull my pants up homie (What?) Pull my pants up, I went up to that muthafucka And told him I'm from the hood and that's how shit go I let my pants (my pants) hang low (hang low) I'm from the hood and this how shit go (I'm from the hood) I let my pants (my pants) hang low (hang low) So, you better not play with my dough 'Cause if you do, 4, 4 (4, 4) I'm from the hood and that's how shit go I let my pants my pants, hang low (hang low) I'm from the hood and that's how shit go I'm from the home of goon, city of the choppas You ain't 'bout that life, you ain't want no problems If you sweet and you know it, fuck it gone rob ya Want straight yappas, fuck with no revolvers Real street nigga, need a real good lawyer Last two cases, bought four charges In the hood, couple rules that you must follow If you don't then, slugs'a be in your body Want my paper, get my shawty Hustle all day, try to ride big body Been with three dope boys, hood call 'em garbage Will I still fuck'a, I don't know, yeah, prolly Just a hood nigga with a lot of swag shawty Who I hang with the most, prolly my 40 Been labeled a goon, that's what the hood call me Stay in the hood, 'til I die homie, that's regardless I let my pants (my pants) hang low (hang low) I'm from the hood and this how shit go (I'm from the hood) I let my pants (my pants) hang low (hang low) So, you better not play with my dough 'Cause if you do, 4, 4 (4, 4) I'm from the hood and that's how shit go I let my pants, my pants, hang low (hang low) I'm from the hood and that's how shit go Say I'm too hood, I might be Don't give a damn what you think about me Say I'ma goon, that's me Don't give a damn what you think about me, nigga This where you find the most snitches, and most guns Go four little parnters right now, on the run Half of the city fellas supposed to have got warned Guns stay swole every first of the month If you ain't got 5, you better not stunt Hood cut throat, can't even front Bentley alright, get more attention than the donk No shirt, pants saggin' with big charm If it ain't top of the line, I don't want that blunt Geeked in this trap, come through the front Jack boys ridin', tryna find what they want Ball last night, 4 g's what I spun Before you fuckin' wit me, better take his lunch 'Cause, if you get behind me, then I'm gon' punch 554's under the hood, will run 'Cause I'm from the hood, and this is how it done I let my pants (my pants) hang low (hang low) I'm from the hood and this how shit go (I'm from the hood) I let my pants (my pants) hang low (hang low) So, you better not play with my dough 'Cause if you do, 4, 4 (4, 4) I'm from the hood and that's how shit go I let my pants my pants, hang low (hang low) I'm from the hood and that's how shit go Say I'm too hood, I might be Don't give a damn what you think about me Say I'ma goon, that's me Don't give a damn what you think about me, nigga Yeah, ladies and gentlemen You're now listenin' to the ghetto music And, this being supplied to you by the realest in charge Plies, and the dude freggy fresh, yeah Good night ya'll