The Chow Line
    (专辑: The Jukebox: Prelude To Class Clown - 2009)
    
    [Max B:]  Chyeah  [?]  What's good, baby?  Let me tell y'all how we do it   [Max B 
& Beedie:]  I 
got them bitches [?] got these niggas saying, "Wait"  These bitches screaming, "Oh"  And we just (Oh), we just let the 
money pile  And when it's time to eat, I'm the 
first in line for chow (For chow)  You more than welcome, bring the 
guns  And we ain't gotta keep saying it where we from (412, muhfuckers)  I'm a 
gain weighting motherfucker for life (Yo, this shit's wavy as fuck, I'm 'bout to get my twist on and shit)  Chyeah   [Beedie:]  I'd like to welcome everyone to the 
show  Grab a 
plate and some food to go  It's soon to roll, there's three on the 
track: Max B, Ill Spoken, so suitable  But who would know? (Know) If you've come thus far (Chyeah)  And how we crush so hard (Chyeah)  I 
wanna rush the 
ball, I'ma buy it all by myself, fuck y'all  See, I'm riding in my ocean waves, so blaze, I 
toast the 
haze  I 
coast for days, and we stay for a 
lil' bit pic  Take a 
sniff of that flava flave, I 
ain't tailor made (Haha)  I'ma take what I 
can, the 
first in line with a 
cake in my hand  And I 
seen y'all sink in the 
sand  That's money in the 
bank, mo' cheese for the 
team  And I 
do it for the 
cream, and the 
love for the 
scene  And the 
cuts with the E 
on the 
jeans  And I 
leave the 
receiving team, which they didn't catch up  'Til they flee from the 
scene  You don't really want it, boy, you better back down  Tell your girl turn around, bring it back now  Tell me why she wanna ride on my style  Gotta scream my name so loud that she black out  Act now if you wanna get it cracking (Chyeah)  Come [?] while my cars is stacking (Chyeah)  So when I 
pause for action  Watch out, dawg, 'cause I 
ball for the 
passion (Chyeah)  I 
gotta beg ya for the 
next round  Best style, ill boy with the 
best sound  I 
don't mess around with that weak shit, keen shit  [?] with the 
flame, I'm playing boy, ya chest out  Mr. I'll Show You What A 
Knife Do  You don't wanna be playing wit' ya life, dude  Messing with you saying you a 
target  You paying that price 'cause I 
ain't gon' fight you  Some say I 
got a 
foul mind, 'cause I 
grind all day  Never got no downtime, and you know I 
gotta eat  I'm the 
first in the 
chow line   [Max B 
& Mac Miller:]  I 
got them bitches [?] got these niggas saying, "Wait"  These bitches screaming, "Oh"  And we just (Oh), we just let the 
money pile  And when it's time to eat, I'm the 
first in line for chow (For chow)  You more than welcome, bring the 
guns  And we ain't gotta keep saying it where we from (412)  I'm a 
gain weighting motherfucker for life  (Listen, yo) Chyeah   [Mac Miller:]  Ill Spoken and Max B the 
realest that's out (Yep)  Collecting dead presidents, no reasonable doubt (Haha)  If it wasn't three-thousand pounds, we be stealing ya house  Chopping it up, then we dealing it out (Ha)  And I 
ain't feeling my mouth  With every tick of your heart (Heart), your brain is ripping apart ('Part)  The 
way I 
spit feel like your ears is getting bit by a 
shark  I'm just sitting in park, waiting to start my engine (Engine)  My bars is blending, leave you sitting up on Mars in seconds (Yeah)  Leave you scarred for weapons, I 
could battle you hard from detention (Uh-huh)  Yup, a 
mic blessing, giving little tights lessons (Chyeah)  I'm grinding, let my chest bling  Rhyming during testing, you would acted like Martin Sheen on The 
West Wing  Check, king, checkmate, the 
chessboard is mine  You wanna war with rhymes? The 
touring God explores your mind  You a 
borderline bitch fucking with pork and swine  Your spinal cord is getting popped like a 
cork in wine  I'm recording mine, Colt 45 what I'm sipping on (Uh-huh)  I 
need that ice in my watch, feel like my wrist is gone (Uh-huh)  That's the 
shit I'm on, listen through an intercom  Blow your squad up with some more of that Pittsburgh bomb   [Max B:]  I 
got them bitches [?] got these niggas saying, "Wait"  These bitches screaming, "Oh"  And we just (Oh), we just let the 
money pile  And when it's time to eat, I'm the 
first in line for chow (For chow)  You more than welcome, bring the 
guns  And we ain't gotta keep saying it where we from (All day)  I'm a 
gain weighting motherfucker for life (Life, baby)  Chyeah