Rasaq - Mood Swing

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(*talking*)



Ghetto Status let's go, hey







[Chamillionaire]



If any of them was on top, he's the throne there's a new king



So watch what you doing, I'm having a mood swing



Your lip gon get stiffed, get my drift better move swing



My fist till it hit your lip, and it's blue as a mood ring



That's just for assuming, Chamillion can't throw the up



Or standing over you saying, that famous cool by Chris Tucker



Tough luck, I'm the definition of hustler



Gun to me and my brother, make niggaz adjust the



Combination to the safe, I am the money magnet



You got some money stash it, cause we coming to grab it



You got a tight B, better put it up in a bag kid



Put me in a straight jacket, I straight jack it



Yeah that nigga Chamillionaire, he got the baddest



Hoes from the left side, to the right side of the atlas



Wanna get in the palace, and see how big the pad is



Make another wish, Ms. click your heels like Alice



And if I do let you in, you won't get no cabbage



You gon see the entrance to the bedroom, and see the mattress



And after that Ms., disappear



There's a exit in the front, and a exit in the rear



Pick the closest one near, yeah







[Rasaq]



Hey niggaz taking shots at Rasaq, and hope I respond



You little peons, don't make me yawn



Don't get peed on, or get my N-U-T on



The top of your lips, like a dunk coming from Keyon



You best just be gone, cause when I pop the neons



In the trunk, I'm prime-time like Deon



Get off my ding-dong, little niggaz cling on



My balls and bounce back and fourth, like it's ping pong



I set the V on, twenty inch deon's



And them 21's, your honey come and sing along



Big swangas and vogues, spit game to these hoes



They addicted, like white things in they nose



The God of the gutter, I found my way out



Only to get lost and tossed, back in another



Now I'm back in the hole, like golf ballas and a putter



And I only wanna touch this green, but this white man with a stick



Keeps knocking me, away from that shit



Till I lay in a ditch, and they don't even come get me



They just get another me, and keep swanging a stick, damn 




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