Chamillionaire

Flow (That's Gangsta)

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)