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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 dudes me
my hand light up in the sky, like the Statue of Liberty
A tattooed celebrity, but I the chopper
That go blacka, I that through your memory
of my enemies, wanna see
Me and my bro shot down, a family of Kennedy's
Ask who as as me, it's the C.C.C.
You should see, how happy them be
When they see the car, dropped
the paint job, that look like a icy pop
Your wifey jock, she Rasaq
Thick hips, with the top
You find me propped, in a grimy spot
Soon as the nine is popped, your is blocked
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, right my crotch
Mommy stop, Rasaq
she see the O's and commas, Pocahontus
Coming out those pajamas, you know 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 think running this man

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

Let me you a couple reasons, we running the game
Koopa Chamillionaire, and Koopa mayn
How couldn't I spit a flame with a name, like that
I spit and it's flammable, you can ignite that
Tired of industry cats, and pretend to be raps
First they pretend to be this, then to be that
No you lying falsifying, can we see facts
Your raps be phat, as soon as you pretend to be wack
That, be a little closer to the truth
I'ma puke if group, get any closer to the booth
It's an oxygen booth, where it's suppose to be a
Cause the air in my hair, when I'm opening 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 spinning for dinner
Ha-ha, who the heck is for
A metaphor, or go getting cheddar for
A Coupe with the yellow doors, of the yella's drawers
If hating on me is a hobby, go get a better
Boy, any nigga got tension
Send you to de-tenetion, and to not mention
Did I mention, you don't my attention
Crush you like Crusher, not scared I'm not flinching
Let's see the ambulance, do for you
if y'all two brothers, rap is y'all two footer
Little kids naw lady, thought's too gutter
Don't get it confused, by the name in the cartoon
Got paper, longer than arm
Just look how the boy flosses, hating that boy
His fist towards your face, to jaw
It's purple as Paul's chorus, can just 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 slide on the block, like I'm fresh off
Not Child, but call me Kelly Rowland
red top, and them Perelli's is rolling
And my fellas is holding, the he toting
So fellas, please don't him
Dolla bills folding, chicks hold some
Homegirl better stop fronting, and show
For all my niggas,
Two step around the club, like you throwed dro
Oh, them don't trouble me though
Cause this year, I'm bout to make the do'
All the girls loving him thoed, loving the flow
Open the do' they come in and go, oh they us so
Maybe cause that tattoo's,
Cause we braided up dudes, maybe cause we rap too
And flash jewels, where shades when the coming at you
Ice so cold, I got the flu nigga
Why you think, call me Rasaq
I got Rasaq's on the chain, and Rasaq's on the
down the block, niggas think it's the cops
Cause the turn red, and blue on the top
When niggas point the at you, it goes pop
Acres Home's dead at you, we stop
It's a hot town, we got it on lock
Before the c.d. drop, it's on the block
And them girls, on the jock
And them rims trilling on them shocks, niggas mouths
shocked, my raps thoed my hooks is hot
I'm thoed weather I spit, or not
I took the block, around the world and
I took homegirl, around the and back
Yeah nigga, the birds is
And I ain't bout herb or crack, I'm talking bout Hershey yaps
But I still, them thick girls
Hair in a bun, up in a thick swirl
Stay down me, we bout to get rich girl
If you picture fit girl, damn I miss girl
I her on the curb, with her lip curled
Her wouldn't shut her up, now she interrupt
Seat bout to fuck her up, 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, Ghetto niggas
Ok, y'all wanna play, South gutter