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A walkin' holiday, my is Ballaween
*whistles* plop, watch out for the screens
Got more green then a seattle supersonic letter
Ice is but light like the weight of a feather
My ring is a prostitute, my cut slut
Stick ya finger in her butt and it'll 10 bucks
Ice crushed like a slush but it nothin' to we
If a nigga walk into a store and spend less a G
Like shaggy, it wasn't me, that's somethin' you'll see
See I see more ice crushed ice in a icee
Matter-fact if my rap wack, I'd still make stacks
go platinum if I dissed every city on every track
If I was with a mean midget attached to my arm
I'd still be the one that hoes wanna to the prom
Mad you get as many girls as a gang full of gay boys
My trunk got more bump a ass full of himroids
I'ma, trade in a benz for a pinto with no
And ask the hoes again "You still be friends?"
It seems like all them haters been us lately
Because we get more icing donuts and pastries
100 G's or 8 G's, don't matter I'll G's
We make dough then Keebler elves in bakery's
Don't hate me, the game
Don't hate that we change
Chamillionaire came and I'll correct your brain