Blue China Songtext
von Devon Hendryx

I don′t know, oh my god, oh my god
Oh my god
I got something to say
Yeah, yeah
Yeah!

Hey, I got a secret (Yeah?)
Can you keep a secret? (No!)
I ain't playing ′round man, you can't be telling laws man
Snitchin' is for bitches, I got work up in my car, man
And I ain′t selling it, nope, I ain′t selling it
I'm cocaine celibate (Sike!)
Yeah, I′m snorting it
Cut a little bit of it, then I'm poppin′ cork in it
Nine-point six, nigga, yeah I'm Pitchforkin′ it
Best new crack nigga, hey, you wanna snort a bit?


Push got a nigga feeling sober (So good)
Even better than any blow do (Blow good)
All my niggas coming with the Vans (Ayy)
I been feelin' like I'm the man
I can′t feel my hands
Sober niggas never understand
I′m the fucking tooth fairy, put that money in my hand

Uh, suck a nigga dick for some
I've been going crazy ever since I hit twenty-one
Tats on my arm, got these tats on my fucking dick
If she got a problem, "Project: Skip-a-Bitch"
I don′t give a fuck, I take these lines like chewing gum
Chew until the taste gone, or until my face numb
No auntie, but I deserve a Grammy, family
Or at least a gang of antes just to keep me company, I'm high


Where the fuck my chest go?
I be looking icy, man, I must have a chest cold
I need to see a doctor, sick cold monster
Please don′t tell me where they cross around
I have to offer, uh
(I love you baby)
I love you, bitch
Make sure when I get better, my shit's fixed
And get them jaws ready for that afternoon dick
Girl, the truth is offensive
Music is my blue china
I surround myself with that blue china, you feel me?
Every day I find it harder and harder and harder
-To live up to that blue china, you feel me, yeah?

Gen Y all day, we don′t give a fuck
Ten left side niggas put your fingers up
Uh, I'm coming out of the diner
Coke up in my hand, and the other hand-

Bet I got that blue, blue, china, china
Blue, blue, china, china (Bitch!)
Blue, blue, china, china
Blue, blue, china, china (China!)
Blue, blue, china, china
Blue, blue, china, china (Bitch!)
Blue, blue, china, china
Blue, blue, china, china (China!)
Blue, blue, china, china
Blue, blue, china, china (Bitch!)
Blue, blue, china, china (Fucker!)
Blue, blue, china, china (China!)
Blue, blue, china, china (Fuck that shit, nigga)
Blue, blue, china, china
Blue, blue, china, china (Blue china, nigga)
Blue, blue, china, china (China!)

Blue china in this bitch, nigga
Generation Y, 1989; 90s babies in motherfucker, nigga
Fuck everybody, I don't give a fuck
You know what this shit is right here?
This that shit in 5 years niggas gon′ come back talking ′bout
"Damn, that nigga was ahead of his time!"
But for now, a warning
Fuck everybody, nigga
Fuck a YouTube commenter, fuck any hip-hop fan
Fuck hip-hop, fuck rap, fuck hip-hop as a genre, nigga
Wackest genre ever, fuck that shit
So many wannabes, nigga
Too many emcees, not enough fans, nigga
Make a nigga wanna sniff coke off that blue china
I don't give a shit, fuck that shit nigga
Where my guitar at?
Where′s my fucking guitar?

And for any ignorant ass nigga thinking this song ain't about shit
Why don′t you go read Oscar Wilde, then come back
Tell me what this songs about, yo
Non-reading stupid ass motherfucker