[Verse 1: Chamillionaire]
Listen
It’s Chamillion, that boy deadly
Don't mess with that boy fetty, get pissed on like that chick in that flick with R. Kelly
I stop flowing, they say “Man, bring it back. I'm ready.”
Gotta ride with a secretary who answers my car celly
You 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 score board, cause I'm always on top of the game
Plot on the swings, the thang will get hot and go bang
And that's ironic, causе the speakers in thе drop do the same
About to step up in the strip club with a fat ass stack, of green backs with 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 strang out her crack and snatch my stack back
Put my money on the block and watch me pimp this cheddar
Rims, Rims, Rims, Rims Had a quinceañera
Face it
Most of these rapper dropping albums is basic, so basically
That means the rap game leaves a face lift
I can't take it
So i’m bout to run up in the basement, with the duct tape and make myself big tickets replacement
New York School, but we now south on the map
How come down South stores ain't got no down South hats?
Okay, I'm about to go to the Lack, get my gat and come back, and when I come back, better see some Texas hats on the rack
I'm a crack the game up
What it do DJ Clue?
This tape cool, but can a player get this version in screw?
Mike- Michael Watts chop it, can't stop it and can't knock it
Chamillion go off like a plug, pulled out the socket
[Verse 2: Paul Wall]
What it do? It’s Paul one-time
We get the wheel again?
Ridin’ a big body
Bout the size of an elephant
Gold bankers where I gained intelligence, on why I shouldn't buy car loans when hesitant
Forget the floss and you might get plaqued
But floss to Garden City, and you might get jacked
That boy, little A-D, my ace in the hole
Catch me on the bellway
Still evading the toll
Im bout tah Flip this hunnid dollars into a thee
And come up with a plan, to turn a thee into three
I’m bout tah, Put some flip flop paint on my rims
And make everybody say “Ah”
Like they were singing hymns
My money stretch
Kind of similar to Laffy Taffy
I got a girl that's classy, I call her Miss Sassy. I'm a
Wascawy wabbit it with a mouthful 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 boppas, if I drove a FedEx truck
Its Paul Wall, What it do to that boy named Goo?
My diamonds cut my lips, every time that I chew
My partner, Roger Russau, been locked down for two
But I'm a sell a few, and hire Cochrane and his crew
As a matter of fact, J dog locked up too
But I'ma introduce [?] face to my shoe
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