(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!
