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(*talking*)
Rasaq on the block yeah
Uh, it's the boy Rasaq, Color Changin'
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
go blacka, I push that through your memory
Half of my enemies, see
Me and my bro shot down, like a of Kennedy's
Ask who as as me, it's the C.C.C.
You should see, how happy yella's be
they see the car, nicely dropped
With the paint job, that look a icy pop
wifey jock, she like Rasaq
Thick hips, with the top
You could find me propped, in a spot
Soon as the is popped, your mind is blocked
Your body start tripping, trying to find the
Mommy start tripping, trying to find the
She wanna my knots
But all she get is nut, behind my crotch
Mommy stop, it's
she see the O's and commas, Pocahontus
Coming out pajamas, you know this mama
And I'm a camera, focused on her
By the end of the night, I'ma be on her
Cause I know she
Niggas think they running man

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

Let me you a couple reasons, we running the game
It's Koopa Chamillionaire, and Koopa
How couldn't I spit a flame with a name, like name
I spit and flammable, you can ignite that mayn
Tired of these industry cats, and pretend to be
First they pretend to be this, then pretend to be
No you lying falsifying, can we see facts
Your would be phat, as soon as you pretend to be wack
That, be a little closer to the truth
puke if your group, get any closer to the booth
It's an oxygen booth, it's suppose to be a roof
Cause the air in my braided hair, I'm opening the Coupe
Rasaq on the dream now, him a winner
Anybody got any for him, I'm finna
your face towards my rim, and spin 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 with the yellow doors, instead of the yella's drawers
If on me is a hobby, go get a better chore
Boy, any nigga that got
Send you to de-tenetion, and nigga to not
Did I mention, you don't want my
you like Bone 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
Little naw lady, every thought's too gutter
Don't get it confused, by the name in the cartoon
Got paper, longer your arm
Just how the boy flosses, hating that boy tosses
His towards your face, to your jaw
It's purple as Paul's chorus, Koopa can haunt it

This is for the down South Dirty, swangas
My Northside niggas, my whoa
I slide on the scene, with a mouth of golds
I slide on the block, like I'm off parole
Not Destiny's Child, but me Kelly Rowland
Bright red top, and Perelli's is rolling
And my fellas is holding, the he toting
So fellas, don't provoke him
Dolla folding, chicks wanna hold some
Homegirl better stop fronting, and show
For all my niggas,
Two step around the club, like you throwed dro
Oh, haters don't trouble me though
this year, I'm bout to make double the do'
All the girls loving him thoed, they loving the
Open the do' come 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 when the light coming at you
Ice so cold, I got the flu nigga
Why you think, they 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 roof red, and blue on the top
niggas point the lead at you, it goes pop
Acres dead at you, we don't stop
Houston 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
Looking shocked, my raps thoed my is hot
I'm weather I spit, hooks or not
I took the block, around the world and
I took homegirl, the curb and back
Yeah nigga, the is back
And I ain't talking bout herb or crack, I'm talking bout Hershey
But I still, love them girls
Hair in a bun, up in a thick swirl
Stay down with me, we bout to get girl
If you picture fit girl, damn I really miss
I leave her on the curb, with her lip
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 counting butter up, man

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