Текст песни Chamillionaire - Cadillac Freestyle
Chamillionaire - Cadillac Freestyle слова песни
[Chamillionaire]If I was kin to the fat ratI`d be the fat rat with the gatFix ya act when I cock backmy fifth talk back and get smackedI`m foul like I was playin` ball and hackin` at ShaqGotta keep 2 straps, like a black back-pack on ya backI`m hot dog look at the foreign and tell me who`s got the breadSpeakers in my trunk hittin` harder then the force of a headChord on the bed when fat people is sexin` in bedScreens keep fallin` like tryin` to sit on a chair with 3 legsIf I was a old man about the height of Gary ColemanI`d still be chosen, cuz the hoes know I`ma throwed manI`m sittin` on butter, I got bread except no jamI`ma con and your dum like the damn trojan..Haha - condum get it? I`ma con and your dumHock-heaters heat up the beef until that beef is full doneNot Pimp C, but I`ma pimp see, don`t act like your BunIf your not Bun-B you can bunjee, jump off a buildingWith no chord, bogard yo braud cuz Koopa go hardIf I`m surrounded by a bunch of ninja`s then they ain`t got no swordsCuz we on bike with loud pipes and they talkin` `bout oh lordYo squad can meet us in your ward, infront of yo yardJust got out the pen` now you and ya friend wanna begin to move birdiesMy street-smarts is to nerdy, you dropped out of school to earlyTwin and Twin runnin` up in, the skins of 2 girliesI don`t live on the eastcoast but I`m always in a new jerseyYou should wear make-up cuz most of ya life is just made upWe grade A thugs, you a Brandy`s brother Ray J thugAy-Hey cuz ain`t gonna be none of the damn tape dubsCuz if it ain`t gotta hologram on it, then it ain`t us