Runnin' the Game

[Chamillionaire]

You can lick the dick on a stick

If you don't think that I'm the ish

You mad cuz you suck like some lips on a big tit

Ho? No, I'ma laugh

Ice clearer then fiber glass

Bootleggers without a lab

Don't hide cuz we'll ya ass

Chamillion is kinda mad

I'm rich like I'ma crab

Make niggas rewind it fast

Tow-trucks wanna sign my ass

So much..ice on my chest

Under my nose, on my golds

These hoes be thinkin' I was raised by rich eskimo's

I'ma walkin' Fort Knox

Oops, my fork dropped

It's okay, I ride more chops then chop-sticks and porkchops

At a chinese buffet, trickin' tricks you got to get

No respect, never let sooo you can't have her set

Her boyfriend talkin' bout, "Hey, where that bastard went"

When I grab ya ass and then act like it was a accident

I'ma walkin' accident cuz everywhere I go I wreck

I'm as throwed as what ya throw to your pet when playin' fetch

Wanna crawl off that wet, I see a goofy group of groupies

Cuz you wrapped in Coogi and Gucci don't mean you ain't a hoochie

Salute me when you see me, play fetch with fake breasts

All day at my rich swishahouse, niggas to raise the bets

Watch when Lil' Wayne get mad if I said I make fresh

Give me all his beats, lunch money and paycheck

Yes, damn that was what I was gonna say next

But nevermind rewind to where I was talkin' bout fake breasts

Believe I keep heat and got bullets that heat seek

My beeper got more beeps then a Bentley horn, *beep beep*

My pager got more pages then a Webster's Dictionary

I pull more work in a busy gravedigger in a cemetary

Nigga you got beef? *Powww* we ate flesh

Nigga who that gotta deep-hole in ya A-Virex

Got her bouncin' like fake checks

So doin' the face sex

Cuz I'm the throwdest to ever wreck and kill tape decks