[O.G. Ron C - Play it..gon' break em' off
-Uh Treat me like a lawyer, the next that you wanna book yo show 'cause if you didn't send me my dough be a no-show Slow-mo, you get by ya label and ya DJ While ya women gettin' screwed in the where she brush her teeth mayne And I ain't talkin' the bathroom, and she say she love me, wanna see me like I'm instant replay We paid in full, it's the Color Changin' Which car do I wanna drive? a color changin' pick Yall boys need to retire, go sit next to Walton 'cause while we ballin' y'all a prolly be still Garage like a B-Ball goal with the rims If it get new rims, nothing's goin' in it Splended, how my rims get..called for when the car is parked in the spot where I'm standin' in The is raw, people peepin' ya car Wish they..got what you got greedy are Not street ballers tryna hoop up shots in the paint; like jackers tryna jack, shooting shots in ya paint Street ballers slam and try to take off the rim; While jackers jack cadillacs and try to off the rims That's cool, but I'll be damned if I do my thizzle I grind..while y'all whine like 3 with 1 skittle Sweet-tooth, can't let a get my candy So we Swoop..like wth the bang-bang handy You can't around really thinkin' that lifes a sport Spend half of the sittin' around and half in court Houston..Koopa gon' make the world accept city You must have warrants in city, except this city You ain't nationwide, you ain't in Chicago you ain't in For a fee..I'll promote yo record, just at me Chamillionaire, I be sayin what scared to say The Mixtape God, better get prepared to