[O.G. Ron C - Play it..gon' break em' off
-Uh Treat me a lawyer, the next time that you wanna book yo show 'cause if you didn't send me my dough I'ma be a Slow-mo, you get by ya label and ya DJ While ya women gettin' in the place where she brush her teeth mayne And I ain't talkin' the bathroom, and she say she love me, see me again like I'm instant replay We paid in full, it's the Changin' Click Which car do I wanna drive? take a changin' pick Yall boys need to retire, go sit to Bill Walton 'cause while we ballin' y'all a prolly be still Garage like a B-Ball goal with the bent If it don't get new rims, goin' in it Splended, how my get..called for traveling Even the car is parked in the spot where I'm standin' in The streets is raw, people ya car Wish they..got what you got greedy are Not street tryna hoop throwin up shots in the paint; More like jackers tryna jack, shooting shots in ya Street ballers slam and try to take off the rim; While jack cadillacs and try to take off the rims That's cool, but I'll be if I do my thug thizzle I grind..while y'all whine like 3 kids with 1 Sweet-tooth, can't let a jacker get my So we Swoop..like wth the bang-bang handy You walk around really thinkin' that lifes a sport Spend half of the time sittin' around and half in Houston..Koopa gon' make the world this city You must have warrants in every city, this city You ain't nationwide, you ain't in Chicago you in Cali' For a fee..I'll promote yo record, just at me Chamillionaire, I be sayin they scared to say The Mixtape God, better get to pray