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

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

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

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

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

(*talking*)
on the block nigga, uh
Ghetto Sta-uh, Status niggas
Ok, y'all play, down South gutter