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[Chamillionaire]
Bad is how I kick nigga no way, that little ass pager is so gay
My 2-way way too big to be a 2-way, it`s a 4-way
Ask me who the hardest rapper nigga, you know who I`m gon say
I`ma say ay-ay-ay, like JT Money and Sole
Koopa don`t pay for the four play, you tell her how much that you gon pay
You must be kin to oranthol, cause you a Simpson like you OJ
OJ throwback no way, the OJ throwback I throw away
Too many niggas dress alike, I ain`t trying to be you for the whole day
Look like a 2 Fast 2 Furious clip, on a tow away
It look like I`m riding backwards, rims spinning the wrong way
See that Fake-ob I mean Jacob on your arm, nigga no way
That ain`t authentic, we know what it is but I won`t say
Wanna know if my pockets fat, and how much do my do` weigh
A question like that, will get a chick kicked through the do` way
I don`t give no do` away, get out she gon obey
She gon take the coat from a Lil` Jon song and say, (okaaay)
Gutta gorilla, mayn I ain`t no Holly
Wood industry ass nigga no, they don`t call me
On the phone like they wanna bone, cause they know prolly
The chick I`m with gotta have a upgrade, and a J-Lo body
My princess cuts why the slugs, look kinda like lightening bugs
Rims double the size of dubs, they standing as high as us
Koopa don`t keep a strap scratch that, cause he prolly does
Keep a heater with extra slugs, in a clip in his Ivy dubs
For a minute, Nappy Roots had a whole movement by being po`
Through that movement I was moving units, they must of been moving slow
True I`m on the radio, but I prove I`m streeter than Greg
Flip the microphone off the stand, and you`ll get beat in the head
(*talking*)
Yeah, my solo album Controversy Sells
Drops in November, on the same day as Paul Wall`s
People`s Champ solo album, Color Changin` Click-clack
[Rasaq]
Aw suckering-suckatash, who`s that coming up on that cash
Screens go z-z, when I push a button up on the dash
But a weapon up on my ass, do dirt like what`s under grass
Two shirts might have something stashed, you jerk if something flash
You move if something blast, you hurt and on your ass
You cursing when I pass, I`m swerving in a slab
It`s Rasaq on the block, in a drop with no top
With a bottle with no top, and a model with no top
And I`m going to the spot, where niggas is losing
Put the clip up to you spit it, and let it rip through your FUBU
Dog I know cats that`ll break you, in a kitten caboodle`s
In a range for a funeral, for the niggas who knew you
I`m in the hood in the hallway, where there`s pissing and doo-doo
And the fiends creeping at night, and come up twitching up to you
I recycle what I see in the hood, and deliver it to you
With niggas is coo-coo, hang with a few loose screws
Or when I`m flipping in hoo-doo`s, sitting on two-two`s
Listening to new Screw, jewelry is glistening and too blue
And I`m chilling with your new boo, I ain`t forced her in the whip
Got her talking so much, I told her to put a cork in it
Like Sammy Sosa`s bat, leave your mammy with a swollen back
These tracks on a broke mattress, a couple of bones is cracked
And I`m gone no coming back, no hugging no rubbing backs
I`m thugging and loving stacks, nigga how you loving that
I bring it to you
I bring it to you
I bring it to you
