[Yung-Ro]
When I come down, you might see me Chuck Taylors on feet
A new unit from the mile, with my nobody piece
On buck-highs when I ride, and slide so gently
Lookin` fly like the guy that I was meant to be
I put up in a Bentley, just like you think I wouldn`t
Leather seats with extra cushion, I`m at eaze when I`m pushin`
I`m older, I`ma roller, flippin` chiefin` that dolja
Hit the gas, fuck the brakes, it ain`t a scratch on my rover
I buy a sack and then roll up, just to get back in composure
I take this rappin` way more then, just makin` cash and exposion
Peep the stats on my quarter, I`m up to bat and I`m holdin`
My balls, and my word and I don`t crack em` for no one
Matter fact I`m the chosen, what, flippin` my tongue
Asalakem-Asalum, Chamillionaire.com
I`m logged in in a fog benz, playin` with my lap-top
Screens drop, trunk pop, destination IHOP
So jump down with ya boy, if you feelin` that fluid
I stay high and act a fool, because I gots to do it, G`Yeah!
-UH.HUH, Yung-Ro, G`Yea-
[50/50 Lil` Twin]
-Man, 50/50
I`m still draped up and dripped down, screw tape jammin`
Trunk rumblin` and tremblin`, Color Changin` and blendin`
Forest side mirrors blinkin`, while I`m turnin` and tippin`
Hit my brakes at 9:00 at 10, them rims stop spinnin`
Channels set, rim grinnin`, tatted up on my skin and.
9 fiancee`s, I ain`t trippin`, fuck a 3 some I`m ten-in
Program pimpin`, lean sippin`, hoes suckin` 5 lickin`
Invicible set, diamonds hittin`, while the minute hand tickin`
I hold chickens, steerin` whippin`, `72 is my mission
I can`t front unless you spendin`, pitch like Roger Clemens
I throw work, fiends hit it out the park like Dillon
Now they geekin` and flitchin`, feelin` bad cuz they sinnin`
My twin got shot in his head and his leg now he limpin`
So don`t make him swing that aggie, and may place he fix it
600 Horses in my engine, sittin` still fish finnin`
My grand-prix on non-stoppers, H2 3 on pippen`s
If you wonderin` it`s 50, turn me up just listen
I make grown-man decisions, so at life you can`t miss me, what?
-Boy`s gonna feel this Color Changin` Click mayne
-We tippin` down, popped up wide open
[Chamillionaire] (Yung-Ro)
-Fa`real, Yeah
Windows down cuz they tinted, so niggaz can see me up in it
Wait for my spinners to stop spinnin`, after 5 minutes re-spin it
Emblem on the hood, lookin` about the size of a grammy
Chrome Lady doin` the Statue Of Liberty pose on my candy
Used to be candy over silver, now it`s wine berry over gold
Now it`s Color Changin` on the doors, while I`m swangin` thinkin` 24`s
No police out on Dalem, hollows we got em` no problem
Spot em` and push a wig back farther then Hatter did my album
I ain`t got to promote it, nope no radio play
Pull out that K, right-away and ya drop-date `ll be today
I hope ya doin` killer crunches, ain`t gotta vest when it lunges
Patch ya stomach, so (NOBODY!) ain`t got to see what ya lunch is (Haha)
I don`t like niggaz grumpin`, gossipin` in my circumference
And Sucka-Free is flippin` humped`s we gettin` bills by the bunches
Hold up, plot on them thangs, belt-buckles and bang
He pull out that thang from behind the belt-buckle than bang
Hit ya face with that handle, make ya braces dismantle
Then they`ll erase the Soprano`s and put my face on that channel
Jumped down, fun lift the trunk let it dangle
Geometric rims spinnin` at a obtuse angle
Braud act like she don`t see me, bet she get broke in
Throwin` gin down her chin, til` her dome spin like my chrome rims
Rap-game it was throw`d in, but I`m still gon` win
Hell yeah nigga, Koopa freestyle with no pen
[Lil` Flip]
I`m from the streets, I know yall niggaz peep game
My nigga Note, just dropped his shit Street Fame
Will Lean comin` next, I`m bout to drop again
Yall niggaz #1, but I`ma take ya spot again
I`m off the lot again, rollin` in a drop again
I`m sippin` sizzerp, you drinkin` on a Heineken
I got the cheddar now I`m on another level now
You wearin` white-rocks, it`s yellow in my bezel now
I gotta bigger car, cuz I`ma bigger star
I`m fuckin` Dolly Pardon, she wear a bigger bra
You know where I`m from and you know what the fuck we be packin`
These niggaz be hatin` I`m vested up in-case they jackin`
Bitches come and they go, Flip is runnin` the show
And if you don`t know, now you muthafuckas know
I`m the hottest around, niggaz know how I get down
When I come to your town, hook me up with a pound
And we gon` smoke a blunt, and I`m gon` rock the show
I know this yo baby-momma but I`ma fuck ya hoe
Get the brain, get the change, peep the rangs, peep the rocks
You know where the fuck I`m from, I represent my block
Yall niggaz braggin` and boastin`, I`ll leave you gaggin` and chokin`
Jump out the Jag and approachin`..Bitch Nigga!
(O.G. Ron - Talking until song ends)
