Mood Swing

(*talking*)<br>Ghetto Status let`s go, hey<br><br>[Chamillionaire]<br>If any of them was on top, he`s the throne there`s a new king<br>So watch what you doing, I`m having a mood swing<br>Your lip gon get stiffed, get my drift better move swing<br>My fist till it hit your lip, and it`s blue as a mood ring<br>That`s just for assuming, Chamillion can`t throw the up<br>Or standing over you saying, that famous cool by Chris Tucker<br>Tough luck, I`m the definition of hustler<br>Gun to me and my brother, make niggaz adjust the<br>Combination to the safe, I am the money magnet<br>You got some money stash it, cause we coming to grab it<br>You got a tight B, better put it up in a bag kid<br>Put me in a straight jacket, I straight jack it<br>Yeah that nigga Chamillionaire, he got the baddest<br>Hoes from the left side, to the right side of the atlas<br>Wanna get in the palace, and see how big the pad is<br>Make another wish, Ms. click your heels like Alice<br>And if I do let you in, you won`t get no cabbage<br>You gon see the entrance to the bedroom, and see the mattress<br>And after that Ms., disappear<br>There`s a exit in the front, and a exit in the rear<br>Pick the closest one near, yeah<br><br>[Rasaq]<br>Hey niggaz taking shots at Rasaq, and hope I respond<br>You little peons, don`t make me yawn<br>Don`t get peed on, or get my N-U-T on<br>The top of your lips, like a dunk coming from Keyon<br>You best just be gone, cause when I pop the neons<br>In the trunk, I`m prime-time like Deon<br>Get off my ding-dong, little niggaz cling on<br>My balls and bounce back and fourth, like it`s ping pong<br>I set the V on, twenty inch deon`s<br>And them 21`s, your honey come and sing along<br>Big swangas and vogues, spit game to these hoes<br>They addicted, like white things in they nose<br>The God of the gutter, I found my way out<br>Only to get lost and tossed, back in another<br>Now I`m back in the hole, like golf ballas and a putter<br>And I only wanna touch this green, but this white man with a stick<br>Keeps knocking me, away from that shit<br>Till I lay in a ditch, and they don`t even come get me<br>They just get another me, and keep swanging a stick, damn