(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!