Hey... [Chamillionaire] Bad is how I kick nigga no way, that little ass pager is so gay My 2-way way too big to be a 2-way, it's a 4-way Ask me who the hardest rapper nigga, you know who I'm gon say I'ma say ay-ay-ay, like JT Money and Sole Koopa don't pay for the four play, you tell her how much that you gon pay You must be kin to oranthol, cause you a Simpson like you OJ OJ throwback no way, the OJ throwback I throw away Too many niggas dress alike, I ain't trying to be you for the whole day Look like a 2 Fast 2 Furious clip, on a tow away It look like I'm riding backwards, rims spinning the wrong way See that Fake-ob I mean Jacob on your arm, nigga no way That ain't authentic, we know what it is but I won't say Wanna know if my pockets fat, and how much do my do' weigh A question like that, will get a chick kicked through the do' way I don't give no do' away, get out she gon obey She gon take the coat from a Lil' Jon song and say, (okaaay) Gutta gorilla, mayn I ain't no Holly Wood industry ass nigga no, they don't call me On the phone like they wanna bone, cause they know prolly The chick I'm with gotta have a upgrade, and a J-Lo body My princess cuts why the slugs, look kinda like lightening bugs Rims double the size of dubs, they standing as high as us Koopa don't keep a strap scratch that, cause he prolly does Keep a heater with extra slugs, in a clip in his Ivy dubs For a minute, Nappy Roots had a whole movement by being po' Through that movement I was moving units, they must of been moving slow True I'm on the radio, but I prove I'm streeter than Greg Flip the microphone off the stand, and you'll get beat in the head (*talking*) Yeah, my solo album Controversy Sells Drops in November, on the same day as Paul Wall's "People's Champ" solo album, Color Changin' Click-clack [Rasaq] Aw suckering-suckatash, who's that coming up on that cash Screens go z-z, when I push a button up on the dash But a weapon up on my ass, do dirt like what's under grass Two shirts might have something stashed, you jerk if something flash You move if something blast, you hurt and on your ass You cursing when I pass, I'm swerving in a slab It's Rasaq on the block, in a drop with no top With a bottle with no top, and a model with no top And I'm going to the spot, where niggas is losing Put the clip up to you spit it, and let it rip through your FUBU Dog I know cats that'll break you, in a kitten caboodle's In a range for a funeral, for the niggas who knew you I'm in the hood in the hallway, where there's pissing and doo-doo And the fiends creeping at night, and come up twitching up to you I recycle what I see in the hood, and deliver it to you With niggas is coo-coo, hang with a few loose screws Or when I'm flipping in hoo-doo's, sitting on two-two's Listening to new Screw, jewelry is glistening and too blue And I'm chilling with your new boo, I ain't forced her in the whip Got her talking so much, I told her to put a cork in it Like Sammy Sosa's bat, leave your mammy with a swollen back These tracks on a broke mattress, a couple of bones is cracked And I'm gone no coming back, no hugging no rubbing backs I'm thugging and loving stacks, nigga how you loving that I bring it to you I bring it to you Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com