[O.G. Ron C - it..gon' break em' off something
-Uh Treat me like a lawyer, the time that you wanna book yo show 'cause if you didn't send me my I'ma be a no-show Slow-mo, you get screwed by ya and ya DJ While ya women gettin' screwed in the place where she brush her mayne And I ain't talkin' the bathroom, and she say she love me, wanna see me again like I'm instant We paid in full, it's the Color Click Which car do I wanna drive? a color changin' pick Yall boys need to retire, go sit to Bill Walton 'cause while we ballin' y'all a be still talkin' like a B-Ball goal with the rims bent If it don't get new rims, nothing's in it Splended, how my rims get..called for Even when the car is 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 tryna hoop throwin up shots in the paint; like jackers tryna jack, shooting shots in ya paint Street ballers slam dunk and try to take off the While jackers jack and try to take off the rims That's cool, but be damned if I do my thug thizzle I grind..while y'all whine like 3 kids with 1 Sweet-tooth, let a jacker get my candy So we Swoop..like Sheryl wth the bang-bang You can't around really thinkin' that lifes a sport Spend half of the time sittin' and half in court Houston..Koopa make the world accept this city You must have warrants in city, except this city You ain't nationwide, you in Chicago you ain't in Cali' For a fee..I'll promote yo record, holla at me Chamillionaire, I be sayin they scared to say The Mixtape God, better get to pray