
Learn Chinese MC Jin (Ft. Wyclef Jean)
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[Intro]
Yeah, I'm Chinese and what
Yeah, you know who this is, Jin
Let me tell you this
The days of the pork fried rice and the chicken wings coming to your house by me is over
[Refrain]
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese
When the pumps come out, ya'll gon' speak Chinese
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese
Ya'll gonna be Chinese
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese
When the pumps come out, ya'll gon' speak Chinese
[Verse 1]
This Hip-Hop shit could fuck up your head man
I know a bunch of Crips that love Redman
Blood Walk in New York, man, things done change
Stop, the Chinks be all over the game
This ain't Bruce Lee, I watch too much TV
This is a game of death when I aim for your chest
Too much cess got me seein' slow motion
Eyes barely open with a roach roastin'
And your girl, she loves the Jin ocean (Ah)
Rub it on her body like Body Shop lotion
What's the commotion, you never seen me
The original chinky-eyed emcee
You don't want to step to the army
And Double-R rank refugee
And the barrel of the gun is gonna make you speak
Another language
And amigo I ain't talking about Spanish
Yeah, I'm Chinese and what
Yeah, you know who this is, Jin
Let me tell you this
The days of the pork fried rice and the chicken wings coming to your house by me is over
[Refrain]
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese
When the pumps come out, ya'll gon' speak Chinese
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese
Ya'll gonna be Chinese
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese
When the pumps come out, ya'll gon' speak Chinese
[Verse 1]
This Hip-Hop shit could fuck up your head man
I know a bunch of Crips that love Redman
Blood Walk in New York, man, things done change
Stop, the Chinks be all over the game
This ain't Bruce Lee, I watch too much TV
This is a game of death when I aim for your chest
Too much cess got me seein' slow motion
Eyes barely open with a roach roastin'
And your girl, she loves the Jin ocean (Ah)
Rub it on her body like Body Shop lotion
What's the commotion, you never seen me
The original chinky-eyed emcee
You don't want to step to the army
And Double-R rank refugee
And the barrel of the gun is gonna make you speak
Another language
And amigo I ain't talking about Spanish
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