Letra de CHUPACABRA - JasonMartin & DJ Quik

(Feat. ["DJ Quik","The Game"])

Some say it's an alien, other say a military experiment

It's also been called a dinosaur, a humanoid, a robot, and even the devil itself

Earning its name from its favorite prey, the goat-sucker, el chupacabras stalks the countryside and cities alike

Chupacabras are a popular folk legend, but not everyone knows there are two different versions of the monster

(What?)

Too much down south dick-lickin'

Too many East Coast niggas snitchin', doin' they best Nino rendition

Too many bitches is actin' like ladies

Confusin' fake thugs for niggas that's actually crazy, on God

They goin' Hollywood, they goin' Lenox

You start it, better blow up, finish 'fore the sentence ended

This that feelin' for that venom, hit 'em

Compton, Quik, we finna get 'em

Shoutout to Eazy, we can't forget him

G4 to the covenant, few revenue streams comin' in

Billionaire call log, phones tapped by the government

This a different lifestyle, don't confuse me with them other men

Not nann none of them, bro, I'll smother them, on mamas and commas

Chachi Pacquiao, independently speakin'

If we seen each other and still alive, stop pretendin' we beefin'

Chachi Pacquiao, independently speakin'

If we seen each other and still alive, stop pretendin' we beefin' (What?)

105 Freeway, car ridin' smooth as a sax sound

Anita Baker play in the background

Still no time to relax now

'Cause niggas is hungry as 50 Cent recordin' "Wanksta" and "Back Down"

Wild times, niggas turnin' gangsta informants

Stayin' away from niggas that got more excuses than lawyers

(Hold on, let me write that down, meaning you got more excuses than you actually have lawyers, you see)

Sometimes you gotta break it down for the slow niggas

Not them cut from the cloth, reap what you sow niggas

Yeah, my ad-lib like a Negro spiritual (What?)

Some think it is a freak of nature, others are convinced it was a culmination of mass hysteria

But it's said to be a monster that doesn't normally hunt humans, so why are we so afraid of it?

From Soul Train lines to underground railroads

He ate his own flesh to survive is what they gon' say when the tale's told

Survive, nigga, survive by any means

The .45 is alive, it resides in many jeans

Life, from start to finish, even though my soul's replenished

After sippin' Hennessy outta dirty glasses at the homie's house

Down to the last drop, I can accomplish anything

Long as my rag drippin' like MJ's curl in "Billie Jean"

(I'm supposed to be a gangsta)

Can't remember how many pills I took mobbin' down Willowbrook

(Twistin' up my fingers)

Lil' Red Riding Hood, on God, I had them niggas shook

I could hear the voices of my ancestors

Mobbin' with the homies down Manchester

My attitude be like a Negro spiritual

New York niggas be like, "How them Compton niggas lyrical"

Come on, man, I got love, baby

(I'm supposed to be a gangsta) That part

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