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Rasaq f Chamillionaire

C.C.C. Runnin the Game

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(*talking*)Rasaq on the block yeah yeahUh, it`s the boy Rasaq, Color Changin` Click-clackLet`s go mayn, uh, uh[Rasaq]I got them black dudes feeling meCause my hand light up in the sky, like the Statue of LibertyA tattooed celebrity, but I keep the chopperThat go blacka, I push that through your memoryHalf of my enemies, wanna seeMe and my bro shot down, like a family of Kennedy`sAsk who as real as me, it`s the C.C.C.You should see, how happy them yella`s beWhen they see the car, nicely droppedWith the paint job, that look like a icy popYour wifey jock, she like RasaqThick hips, with the tiny topYou could find me propped, in a grimy spotSoon as the nine is popped, your mind is blockedYour body start tripping, trying to find the clotMommy start tripping, trying to find the watchShe wanna find my knotsBut all she get is nut, right behind my crotchMommy stop, it`s RasaqWhen she see the O`s and commas, PocahontusComing out those pajamas, you know this mamaAnd I`m like a camera, focused on herBy the end of the night, I`ma be poking on herCause I know she wannaNiggas think they running this man[Hook]Don`t get me started, y`all know who the hardestDoing your thang, but regardless babyColor Changing Click, is the nameThat`s running the gameGet it in your brain nigga, Color Change Mmmmmm, running the gameGet it in your brain nigga, Color Change Mmmmmm, we running the game[Chamillionaire]Let me give you a couple reasons, we running the gameIt`s Koopa Chamillionaire, and Koopa maynHow couldn`t I spit a flame with a name, like that nameI spit and it`s flammable, you can ignite that maynTired of these industry cats, and pretend to be rapsFirst they pretend to be this, then pretend to be thatNo you lying falsifying, when can we see factsYour raps would be phat, as soon as you pretend to be wackThat, would be a little closer to the truthI`ma puke if your group, get any closer to the boothIt`s an oxygen booth, where it`s suppose to be a roofCause the air in my braided hair, when I`m opening the CoupeRasaq on the dream team now, him a winnerAnybody got any words for him, I`m finnaSlam your face towards my rim, and spin the spinnerSo you can tell your friends, you had spinning rims for dinnerHa-ha, who the heck is better forA balling metaphor, or go getting cheddar forA Coupe with the yellow doors, instead of the yella`s drawersIf hating on me is a hobby, go get a better choreBoy, any nigga that got tensionSend you to de-tenetion, and nigga to not mentionDid I mention, you don`t want my attentionCrush you like Bone Crusher, not scared I`m not flinchingLet`s see what the ambulance, do for youWell if y`all two brothers, rap is y`all two footerLittle kids naw lady, every thought`s too gutterDon`t get it confused, by the name in the cartoon coverGot paper, longer than your armJust look how the boy flosses, hating that boy tossesHis fist towards your face, to your jawIt`s purple as Paul`s chorus, Koopa can just haunt it[Hook][Rasaq]This is for the down South Dirty, swangas voguesMy Northside niggas, my Southside whoaI slide on the scene, with a mouth full of goldsI slide on the block, like I`m fresh off paroleNot Destiny`s Child, but call me Kelly RowlandBright red top, and them Perelli`s is rollingAnd my fellas is holding, the metal he totingSo fellas, please don`t provoke himDolla bills folding, chicks wanna hold someHomegirl better stop fronting, and show somethingFor all my niggas, dosey-doTwo step around the club, like you throwed from droOh, them haters don`t trouble me thoughCause this year, I`m bout to make double the do`All the girls loving him thoed, they loving the flowOpen the do` they come in and go, oh they loving us soMaybe cause that tattoo`s, maybeCause we braided up black dudes, maybe cause we rap tooAnd flash jewels, where shades when the light coming at youIce so cold, I got the flu nigga ah-chooWhy you think, they call me RasaqI got Rasaq`s on the chain, and Rasaq`s on the watchComing down the block, niggas think it`s the copsCause the roof turn red, and blue on the topWhen niggas point the lead at you, it goes popAcres Home`s dead at you, we don`t stopIt`s Houston a hot town, we got it on lockBefore the c.d. drop, it`s already on the blockAnd them girls, already on the jockAnd them rims trilling on them shocks, niggas mouths dropLooking shocked, my raps thoed my hooks is hotI`m thoed weather I spit, hooks or notI took the block, around the world and backI took homegirl, around the curb and backYeah nigga, the birds is backAnd I ain`t talking bout herb or crack, I`m talking bout Hershey yapsBut I still, love them thick girlsHair in a bun, rocked up in a thick swirlStay down with me, we bout to get rich girlIf you picture fit girl, damn I really miss girlI leave her on the curb, with her lip curledHer friend wouldn`t shut her up, now she interruptSeat bout to fuck her up, pick her upThe seats really love her butt, she think I love her buttI`m too gutter, for buttercupI`m in a Coupe counting butter up, man(*talking*)Rasaq on the block nigga, uhGhetto Sta-uh, Ghetto Status niggasOk, y`all wanna play, down South gutterHey, yeah

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