That`s Gangsta Freestyle — текст песни (Chamillionaire)

[Chamillionaire]
She callin` my hands-free phone
Talkin` bout gettin` her freak on
No you don`t turn me on
Misses Poof-Pow Be Gone
If you got hatred on ya mind, I`m not the nigga to speak on
I`m as throwed as the pig-skin in the E-N-D Zone
I`m lookin` for a faithful, yellow-bone to cheat on
Latex when we bone, throw up the 4 while she moan
Yellow bellies I skeet on, better watch ya teeth jones
Cuz after the divorce, I`m movin into, the home
Bout to be ya step-father
Me and Lil` Flip flip harder
Then a hyper-active acrobat with hops like Vince Carter
8-Ball plus 8-Ballers, yes Koopa pimp harder
Mr. Jackson, don`t like me, caught me kissin` his daughter
Damnit janet, we the throwdest muthafunkaz on the planet
Not enough room, don`t panic I`ll pull up and expand it
S.U.V., let you see, paint is wet as the Atlantic
Lug-nuts like some mechanic
Chome rims is like man it`s
Chamillionaire.com, if you don`t like it then sue me
Little Zane tryin` to sue me, cuz he`s not in my movie
Can do nothing to me, introduced to my Uzi
Just cuz everybody else does, I don`t like groupies
No not either, don`t watch cartoons or like goofy
And I show damn don`t like goofy groupies, sellin` tight coochie
Bout to be a..Jetson and I ain`t talkin bout Judy
Look, I know they gon` get Miss Cleo
Not a slut, I`ma ill
I know they gon` see me with 2 twins in a trill
Shout-out to the flows partner ?? before I jill
(scratching until the song ends)