Chamillionaire

Flow (Ms. Jackson)

Chamillionaire


What's da supa king K Double O-P-A Say 
if i say hey, can i get yo number she say, OK 
U ask for her number and she be like, No Way! 
got da boots sayin What it Do instead of gouday 
everybody that think that the Chamillion can't rap 
I couldn't make a wack rap if my name was J-Mack 
I'm just jokin mack i take that back 
but i just gave u a shoud out nigga, u can't hate that! 
Big twinkey inch leenas, clarion car screenas 
got hoes sayin "Woop, Pull over" like Trina 
I'm not a drank leena cuz i rather zip zema 
yellow braud named Tina take my clothes to da cleaners 
Im above u, u under me like an umbrella 
don't even try to front like yo game is much betta 
if she yellow like the letters in my iceberg sweeta 
then u betta not let her leave home cuz i'll gett'a 
im thugged out foreva, weak.. i think not! 
im as throwed as a rock in a shot slingshot 
knock, knock!! who is it? 
none of yo damn business 
its da color changin' lizard so shut up until he's finish 
nigga, i roll chrome and ill pull up in yo home 
ice lookin like i stuck my finger in a snowcone 
when it comes to this rap, u can't do me no harm 
i would still be calm with a bomb in my palm 
and a big stick of dynamite strapped to my arm 
three W's dot, get of my dick dot com 
i don't wear versace cuz i ain't tryin to be cute 
i gave my lawyer da boot cuz he try to put me in a suit 
eat meat with big tig and im throwed al pauldin 
twenty inch rollers, sean john on my clothin 
and youavage downtown every semester 
i might pop up in a drop with blindside and lester 
nigga, nig nag paddy wack 
hold up man, matter fact 
i almost forgot to give a shout out to da alley cats 
my nigga, A D, A Lee, and Slim T 
Bun B, and Ron C and Big T-I-M-P 
gotta post them nigga, out for them boys up on da south 
no need to spell it out cuz yall now what im talkin bout