Chango Macho Songtext
von Dizzie the Wizard
Chango Macho Songtext
Oh you you got the gold
Oh you you got you got my soul
Oh you you got me bad
Oh you you make me sad
Oh you you got the gold
Oh you you got you got my soul
Oh you you got me bad
Oh you you make me sad
You just don′t do it I'm just not fluent you not into it
Don′t trust that doing dig deep life's proven
Caves creep sides moving shift left bombs moving
Shift right like
Chango Chango you know you wanna come
Pop the rum cuss the fun has just begun
Find the gold and revile the lucky one
Take sun and remove it from the chun
Chango Chango you are the only son
Pop the gun and the bullets never run
Hid by faith and the demons never come
Pay by face and divide it by the weight
Chango Chango you know you wanna come
Pop the gun cuss you know we having fun
Find the sun and reveal from the Chun
Take the sun and reveal from the Chun
You just don't get it
My life′s not ending
Moves deep sides moven
Now it time I′m moving
Oh you you got the gold
Oh you you got you got my soul
Oh you you got me bad
Oh you you make me sad
Oh you you got the gold
Oh you you got you got my soul
Oh you you got me bad
Oh you you make me sad
Sad
Sad
Sad
Oh you you got the gold
Oh you you got you got my soul
Oh you you got the gold
Oh you you got you got my soul
You just don't get it that axis double spitted
Life′s hot no trivet just don't stop digging
You just don′t get it that rush not ending
This fuss not living now it's time I finished
You just don′t get it my life's not ending
I wanna say this to I take it right back to the institute
But I don't have to fuck with the institute
You niggas wanna talk but you prostitutes
I speak fluent math you niggas wanna talk but you off my path
You better use chart it cuzz I′m off the graph
And we don′t give a fuck cuss we all goin' pass
Flip your grips float like plutonic
Black on black black on fuck the ebonics
I smooth it out cuzz I′m a blue bonnet I keep it calm cuzz I am iconic
I move the tide and I move the current
Don't fuck with me cuzz I′m potent like currant
So move
Move
Oh you you got the gold
Oh you you got you got my soul
Oh you you got me bad
Oh you you make me sad
Oh you you got the gold
Oh you you got you got my soul
Oh you you got me bad
Oh you you make me sad
Sad
Sad
Sad
Oh you you got the gold
Oh you you got you got my soul
You make sad
You make me so damn sad
Oh you you got you got my soul
Oh you you got me bad
Oh you you make me sad
Oh you you got the gold
Oh you you got you got my soul
Oh you you got me bad
Oh you you make me sad
You just don′t do it I'm just not fluent you not into it
Don′t trust that doing dig deep life's proven
Caves creep sides moving shift left bombs moving
Shift right like
Chango Chango you know you wanna come
Pop the rum cuss the fun has just begun
Find the gold and revile the lucky one
Take sun and remove it from the chun
Chango Chango you are the only son
Pop the gun and the bullets never run
Hid by faith and the demons never come
Pay by face and divide it by the weight
Chango Chango you know you wanna come
Pop the gun cuss you know we having fun
Find the sun and reveal from the Chun
Take the sun and reveal from the Chun
You just don't get it
My life′s not ending
Moves deep sides moven
Now it time I′m moving
Oh you you got the gold
Oh you you got you got my soul
Oh you you got me bad
Oh you you make me sad
Oh you you got the gold
Oh you you got you got my soul
Oh you you got me bad
Oh you you make me sad
Sad
Sad
Sad
Oh you you got the gold
Oh you you got you got my soul
Oh you you got the gold
Oh you you got you got my soul
You just don't get it that axis double spitted
Life′s hot no trivet just don't stop digging
You just don′t get it that rush not ending
This fuss not living now it's time I finished
You just don′t get it my life's not ending
I wanna say this to I take it right back to the institute
But I don't have to fuck with the institute
You niggas wanna talk but you prostitutes
I speak fluent math you niggas wanna talk but you off my path
You better use chart it cuzz I′m off the graph
And we don′t give a fuck cuss we all goin' pass
Flip your grips float like plutonic
Black on black black on fuck the ebonics
I smooth it out cuzz I′m a blue bonnet I keep it calm cuzz I am iconic
I move the tide and I move the current
Don't fuck with me cuzz I′m potent like currant
So move
Move
Oh you you got the gold
Oh you you got you got my soul
Oh you you got me bad
Oh you you make me sad
Oh you you got the gold
Oh you you got you got my soul
Oh you you got me bad
Oh you you make me sad
Sad
Sad
Sad
Oh you you got the gold
Oh you you got you got my soul
You make sad
You make me so damn sad
Writer(s): Terry Sims, Didier Debat Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

