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(Chamillionaire) DJ Michael Watts It's Chamillion, dat boy deadly don't mess wit dat boy's fetti Get pissed on like that chick in that flick with R. Kelly I stop flowin and they say man bring it back, I'm ready gotta ride with a secretary who answers my car cellie "You've just reached the candy mobile home no one's home so leave a message after the chrome I mean after the tone" Put a stop to my fame, I'm like a scoreboard cause I'm always on top of the game Plot on a swang, the thangz will get hot and go bang and that's ironic cause the speakers in the drop do the same Bout to step up in the strip club with a fat azz stack of greenbacks wit a piece of string tied to the back Here's a dollar, take that, when she's done on my lap I'ma pull the sting out of her crack and snatch my stack back Put my money on the block and watch me pimp this chedda My rims done had a quienseneta Face it, most of these rappers droppin albums is basic So basically that means the rap game needs a facelift I can't take it so I'm bout to run up in the basement With the duck tape and make myself Big Tigga's replacement New York's cool, but we down south on the map How come down south stores ain't got no down south hats? I'm bout to go my Lac, get the gat, and come back When I come back, betta see some Texas hats on the rack I'ma crack the game up, What it do DJ Clue? This tape's cool, but can a playa get this version in screw? Mike Michael Watts choppin, can't stop it and can't knock it Chamillion go off like a plug pulled out the socket (Paul Wall) What it do? It's Paul One-Time Wiggity Wilikins ridin a big-body bout the size of a elephant Gulf Bank is where I gained intelligence and why I shouldn't buy car alarms with hesitance Forget to floss and you might get plaque but floss through Garden City and you might get jacked Dat boy Lil A.D., my ace in a hole Catch me on a Beltway and still evading the toll I'm bout to flip this hundred dollars into a D and come up wit a plan, to turn that D into 3 I'm bout to put some flip-flop pain't on my rims and make everybody say "awww" like they was singin hymns My money strecth kinda similar to Laffy Taffy I got a girl that's classy, I call her Miss Sassy I'ma wascally wabbit with a mouth full of carrots Ask my parents, I got diamonds like they sold them on clearance I'm on a hustle, and on the side I don't do much But I could catch boppaz if I drove a Fed Ex truck It's Paul Wall, what it do to that boy named Goo My diamonds cut my lip every time that I chew My partna Roderick Rossau been locked down for two But I'ma sell a few and hire Cochran for his crew As a matter of fact, J-Dawg locked up too But I'ma introduce Ted Pope's face to my shoe Get ya mind Correct! Please fill in the fields below and click SUBMIT to send it to your friend.
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