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(*talking*)
Rasaq on the block yeah
Uh, it's the boy Rasaq, Changin' Click-clack
go mayn, uh, uh

I got them black feeling me
my hand light up in the sky, like the Statue of Liberty
A celebrity, but I keep the chopper
That go blacka, I that through your memory
of my enemies, wanna see
Me and my bro down, like a family of Kennedy's
Ask who as as me, it's the C.C.C.
You should see, how happy yella's be
When see the car, nicely dropped
With the job, that look like a icy pop
Your jock, she like Rasaq
Thick hips, the tiny top
You could find me propped, in a spot
Soon as the nine is popped, your mind is
Your body start tripping, trying to the clot
Mommy start tripping, trying to the watch
She wanna find my
But all she get is nut, behind my crotch
Mommy stop, it's
When she see the O's and commas,
Coming out pajamas, you know this mama
And I'm like a camera, on her
By the end of the night, be poking on her
Cause I she wanna
think they running this man

Don't get me started, y'all who the hardest
your thang, but regardless baby
Color Click, is the name
That's the game
Get it in your brain nigga, Change
Mmmmmm, running the
Get it in your brain nigga, Change
Mmmmmm, we running the

Let me you a couple reasons, we running the game
It's Koopa Chamillionaire, and mayn
How couldn't I spit a flame a name, like that name
I spit and flammable, you can ignite that mayn
Tired of these industry cats, and to be raps
First they pretend to be this, pretend to be that
No you falsifying, when can we see facts
Your raps would be phat, as as you pretend to be wack
That, would be a little closer to the
I'ma puke if group, get any closer to the booth
an oxygen booth, where it's suppose to be a roof
Cause the air in my braided hair, when I'm opening the
Rasaq on the dream now, him a winner
Anybody got any words for him, I'm
Slam your face towards my rim, and the spinner
So you can tell your friends, you had rims for dinner
Ha-ha, who the heck is for
A balling metaphor, or go cheddar for
A Coupe with the yellow doors, of the yella's drawers
If hating on me is a hobby, go get a chore
Boy, any nigga that got
Send you to de-tenetion, and nigga to not
Did I mention, you don't want my
Crush you like Crusher, not scared I'm not flinching
Let's see the ambulance, do for you
Well if y'all two brothers, rap is y'all two
kids naw lady, every thought's too gutter
Don't get it confused, by the in the cartoon cover
Got paper, longer than arm
Just look how the boy flosses, hating boy tosses
His towards your face, to your jaw
It's purple as Paul's chorus, Koopa can haunt it

This is for the South Dirty, swangas vogues
My Northside niggas, my Southside
I on the scene, with a mouth full of golds
I on the block, like I'm fresh off parole
Not Destiny's Child, but call me Rowland
Bright red top, and them Perelli's is
And my fellas is holding, the metal he
So fellas, please don't him
Dolla bills folding, chicks hold some
Homegirl better stop fronting, and something
For all my niggas,
Two step around the club, like you throwed dro
Oh, haters don't trouble me though
Cause this year, I'm bout to double the do'
All the loving him thoed, they loving the flow
Open the do' come in and go, oh they loving us so
Maybe cause that tattoo's,
Cause we up black dudes, maybe cause we rap too
And flash jewels, where shades when the light at you
Ice so cold, I got the flu nigga
Why you think, they call me
I got Rasaq's on the chain, and on the watch
Coming the block, niggas think it's the cops
Cause the roof red, and blue on the top
When niggas point the lead at you, it pop
Acres Home's dead at you, we stop
Houston a hot town, we got it on lock
Before the c.d. drop, it's already on the
And them girls, on the jock
And rims trilling on them shocks, niggas mouths drop
Looking shocked, my raps my hooks is hot
I'm thoed weather I spit, or not
I took the block, around the and back
I took homegirl, around the curb and
Yeah nigga, the birds is
And I ain't talking bout herb or crack, I'm bout Hershey yaps
But I still, them thick girls
in a bun, rocked up in a thick swirl
Stay down with me, we bout to get rich
If you picture fit girl, I really miss girl
I leave her on the curb, her lip curled
Her wouldn't shut her up, now she interrupt
Seat to fuck her up, pick her up
The seats really love her butt, she I love her butt
I'm too gutter, for
I'm in a Coupe butter up, man

(*talking*)
Rasaq on the nigga, uh
Ghetto Sta-uh, Status niggas
Ok, wanna play, down South gutter