Текст песни Chamillionaire - You`ve Got Mail
Chamillionaire - You`ve Got Mail слова песни
You`ve Got Mail[Chamillionaire]A walkin` holiday, my nickname is Ballaween*whistles* plop, watch out for the fallin` screensGot more green then a seattle supersonic sweater letterIce is nothin` but light like the weight of a featherMy ring is a prostitute, my princess cut slutStick ya finger in her butt and it`ll cost 10 bucksIce crushed like a slush but it ain`t nothin` to weIf a nigga walk into a store and spend less then a GLike shaggy, it wasn`t me, that`s somethin` you`ll never seeSee I see more ice then crushed ice in a iceeMatter-fact if my rap were wack, I`d still make stacksCould go platinum if I dissed every city on every trackIf I was born with a mean midget attached to my armI`d still be the one that hoes wanna take to the promMad `cause you get as many girls as a gang full of gay boysMy trunk got more bump then a ass full of himroidsI`ma, trade in a benz for a pinto with no rimsAnd ask the hoes again "You still wanna be friends?"It seems like all them haters been hatin` us latelyBecause we get more icing then donuts and pastries100 G`s or 8 G`s, don`t matter I`ll make G`sWe make more dough then Keebler elves in bakery`sDon`t hate me, hate the gameDon`t hate that we make changeChamillionaire came through and I`ll correct your brain