[Hook: Chamillionaire] Easy to see, when you look at me That I'm a CCC nigga, yeah I rap now Moving mix tapes, from city to city But we heard, that them people trying to move it and crack down Only see fee's, so you could see me Getting my cheddar together, you know I gotta stack now Everybody has their time to shine, and now it's mine So step aside and stand in line (*talking*) Hold up man, Color Changin' Click in here mayn Chamillionaire and Rasaq's, Ghetto Status You know I'm saying, we gotta get this underground money Gotta grind, Rasaq the new blood in the Color Changin' Click And we gon hold it down man, know I'm tal'n bout [Hook: *chopped*] [Rasaq] Wanted in six states, for murdering mix tapes And ice on my arm, make a nigga feel like his wrist raped Pass me a melody, my rap is a felony (they not gon like you) I know nigga, that's just jealousy If you got hate in your blood, there's no actual remedy But let me ask you a question, who's making cash them or me While niggaz running they mouth, sitting up in they house I'm running my routes thugging it out, putting rocks up in my mouth Shattered teeth, look like it's covered in glass My demeanor say I'm ghetto, my mind say I'm upper-class I'm in the hood, where the guns that go blast That bust in your ass, some niggaz don't trust God all they trust is cash I'm where fiends with work, they don't harass you They just look in your soul, they don't even got to ask you The cops don't pass you, nah they turn around And search your car, and see if a burner's found But my life bout to turn around, them hoochies turn around When they see them wheels, turn around Some niggaz don't know what it takes, to make this money You wanna take this money, come take it from me Take this money, leave your shirt draped and bloody In this jungle you gotta be a ape, don't make me ugly [Hook] [Rasaq] Nigga I grind from summer to summer, trying to go from Hooptie to Hummer I'm a ghetto status nigga, I'm a stunner I holla at your woman, like nigga you don't want her Undoing her buttons, acting like I'ma give her loot but I'm fronting I usually dump em, I lose 'em and bump em To the curb then swerve, nigga to do this is nothing My game air tight, like Glad-lock zipper bags I gladly lock the game up, and nigga kiss your ass Goodbye, my raps is throwed my hooks is fly I'm stacking do', but no nigga good try I took my do', and bet it all on me True a baller forward nigga, it's all on me Sometimes I feel the ghetto, just call on me To bring me to y'all, and y'all to me My jeans is sagging, and a wife beater down Your wife around here, nigga I might beat her down While she creep around, and sleep around Her husband just heard it word of mouth, he bout to leave her now Shh nigga keep it down, the laws trying to creep around And take a nigga to jail, if the heat is found So bring the speaking down Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com