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