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[Yung-Ro]When I come down, you might see me Chuck Taylors on feetA new unit from the mile, with my nobody pieceOn buck-highs when I ride, and slide so gentlyLookin` fly like the guy that I was meant to beI put up in a Bentley, just like you think I wouldn`tLeather seats with extra cushion, I`m at eaze when I`m pushin`I`m older, I`ma roller, flippin` chiefin` that doljaHit the gas, fuck the brakes, it ain`t a scratch on my roverI buy a sack and then roll up, just to get back in composureI take this rappin` way more then, just makin` cash and exposionPeep the stats on my quarter, I`m up to bat and I`m holdin`My balls, and my word and I don`t crack em` for no oneMatter fact I`m the chosen, what, flippin` my tongueAsalakem-Asalum, Chamillionaire.comI`m logged in in a fog benz, playin` with my lap-topScreens drop, trunk pop, destination IHOPSo jump down with ya boy, if you feelin` that fluidI stay high and act a fool, because I gots to do it, G`Yeah!-UH.HUH, Yung-Ro, G`Yea-[50/50 Lil` Twin]-Man, 50/50I`m still draped up and dripped down, screw tape jammin`Trunk rumblin` and tremblin`, Color Changin` and blendin`Forest side mirrors blinkin`, while I`m turnin` and tippin`Hit my brakes at 9:00 at 10, them rims stop spinnin`Channels set, rim grinnin`, tatted up on my skin and.9 fiancee`s, I ain`t trippin`, fuck a 3 some I`m ten-inProgram pimpin`, lean sippin`, hoes suckin` 5 lickin`Invicible set, diamonds hittin`, while the minute hand tickin`I hold chickens, steerin` whippin`, `72 is my missionI can`t front unless you spendin`, pitch like Roger ClemensI throw work, fiends hit it out the park like DillonNow they geekin` and flitchin`, feelin` bad cuz they sinnin`My twin got shot in his head and his leg now he limpin`So don`t make him swing that aggie, and may place he fix it600 Horses in my engine, sittin` still fish finnin`My grand-prix on non-stoppers, H2 3 on pippen`sIf you wonderin` it`s 50, turn me up just listenI make grown-man decisions, so at life you can`t miss me, what?-Boy`s gonna feel this Color Changin` Click mayne-We tippin` down, popped up wide open[Chamillionaire] (Yung-Ro)-Fa`real, YeahWindows down cuz they tinted, so niggaz can see me up in itWait for my spinners to stop spinnin`, after 5 minutes re-spin itEmblem on the hood, lookin` about the size of a grammyChrome Lady doin` the Statue Of Liberty pose on my candyUsed to be candy over silver, now it`s wine berry over goldNow it`s Color Changin` on the doors, while I`m swangin` thinkin` 24`sNo police out on Dalem, hollows we got em` no problemSpot em` and push a wig back farther then Hatter did my albumI ain`t got to promote it, nope no radio playPull out that K, right-away and ya drop-date `ll be todayI hope ya doin` killer crunches, ain`t gotta vest when it lungesPatch ya stomach, so (NOBODY!) ain`t got to see what ya lunch is (Haha)I don`t like niggaz grumpin`, gossipin` in my circumferenceAnd Sucka-Free is flippin` humped`s we gettin` bills by the bunchesHold up, plot on them thangs, belt-buckles and bangHe pull out that thang from behind the belt-buckle than bangHit ya face with that handle, make ya braces dismantleThen they`ll erase the Soprano`s and put my face on that channelJumped down, fun lift the trunk let it dangleGeometric rims spinnin` at a obtuse angleBraud act like she don`t see me, bet she get broke inThrowin` gin down her chin, til` her dome spin like my chrome rimsRap-game it was throw`d in, but I`m still gon` winHell yeah nigga, Koopa freestyle with no pen[Lil` Flip]I`m from the streets, I know yall niggaz peep gameMy nigga Note, just dropped his shit Street FameWill Lean comin` next, I`m bout to drop againYall niggaz #1, but I`ma take ya spot againI`m off the lot again, rollin` in a drop againI`m sippin` sizzerp, you drinkin` on a HeinekenI got the cheddar now I`m on another level nowYou wearin` white-rocks, it`s yellow in my bezel nowI gotta bigger car, cuz I`ma bigger starI`m fuckin` Dolly Pardon, she wear a bigger braYou know where I`m from and you know what the fuck we be packin`These niggaz be hatin` I`m vested up in-case they jackin`Bitches come and they go, Flip is runnin` the showAnd if you don`t know, now you muthafuckas knowI`m the hottest around, niggaz know how I get downWhen I come to your town, hook me up with a poundAnd we gon` smoke a blunt, and I`m gon` rock the showI know this yo baby-momma but I`ma fuck ya hoeGet the brain, get the change, peep the rangs, peep the rocksYou know where the fuck I`m from, I represent my blockYall niggaz braggin` and boastin`, I`ll leave you gaggin` and chokin`Jump out the Jag and approachin`..Bitch Nigga!(O.G. Ron - Talking until song ends)

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