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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 dudes feeling me
Cause my hand up in the sky, like 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 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, nicely
With the paint job, that like a icy pop
Your wifey jock, she like
Thick hips, the tiny top
You could find me propped, in a grimy
Soon as the is popped, your mind is blocked
Your start tripping, trying to find the clot
Mommy start tripping, trying to the watch
She wanna my knots
But all she get is nut, behind my crotch
stop, it's Rasaq
When she see the O's and commas,
out those pajamas, you know this mama
And I'm like a camera, on her
By the end of the night, be poking on her
I know she wanna
Niggas think they running man

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

Let me give you a couple reasons, we the game
It's Chamillionaire, and Koopa mayn
How couldn't I spit a flame a name, like that name
I spit and flammable, you can ignite that mayn
Tired of industry cats, and pretend to be raps
First they pretend to be this, then pretend to be
No you falsifying, when can we see facts
Your would be phat, as soon 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
It's an booth, where it's suppose to be a roof
Cause the air in my braided hair, when I'm opening the
on the dream team now, him a winner
Anybody got any for him, I'm finna
Slam face towards my rim, and spin the spinner
So you can your friends, you had spinning rims for dinner
Ha-ha, who the heck is for
A balling metaphor, or go getting 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 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
Well if y'all two brothers, rap is two footer
Little kids naw lady, every thought's too
get it confused, by the name in the cartoon cover
Got paper, longer than arm
look how the boy flosses, hating that boy tosses
His fist towards your face, to jaw
It's purple as Paul's chorus, Koopa can just it

This is for the down South Dirty, vogues
My Northside niggas, my whoa
I slide on the scene, with a mouth full of
I slide on the block, I'm fresh off parole
Not Destiny's Child, but call me Rowland
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 some
Homegirl stop fronting, and show something
For all my niggas,
Two around the club, like you throwed from dro
Oh, them haters don't trouble me
Cause this year, I'm bout to make the do'
All the girls loving him thoed, loving the flow
Open the do' they in and go, oh they loving us so
cause that tattoo's, maybe
Cause we braided up black dudes, 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 on the chain, and Rasaq's on the watch
Coming down the block, think it's the cops
the roof turn red, and blue on the top
When niggas point the lead at you, it pop
Acres dead at you, we don't stop
It's a hot town, we got it on lock
Before the c.d. drop, it's on the block
And them girls, already on the
And them rims trilling on them shocks, niggas mouths
Looking shocked, my raps thoed my is hot
I'm thoed I spit, hooks or not
I took the block, around the and back
I took homegirl, the curb and back
Yeah nigga, the is back
And I ain't talking bout or crack, I'm talking bout Hershey yaps
But I still, love them girls
in a bun, rocked up in a thick 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, with her lip
Her friend wouldn't shut her up, now she
Seat to fuck her up, pick her up
The seats really love her butt, she think I her butt
I'm too gutter, for
I'm in a Coupe butter up, man

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