Lirik Lagu Ms Jackson Chamillionaire
If I Say Hey, Can I Get Yo Number She Say, OK
U Ask For Her Number And She Be Like, No Way!
Got Da Boots Sayin What It Do Instead Of Gouday
Everybody That Think That The Chamillion Can't Rap
I Couldn't Make A Wack Rap If My Name Was J-Mack
I'm Just Jokin Mack I Take That Back
But I Just Gave U A Shoud Out Nigga, U Can't Hate That!
Big Twinkey Inch Leenas, Clarion Car Screenas
Got Hoes Sayin "Woop, Pull Over" Like Trina
I'm Not A Drank Leena Cuz I Rather Zip Zema
Yellow Braud Named Tina Take My Clothes To Da Cleaners
Im Above U, U Under Me Like An Umbrella
Don't Even Try To Front Like Yo Game Is Much Betta
If She Yellow Like The Letters In My Iceberg Sweeta
Then U Betta Not Let Her Leave Home Cuz I'll Gett'a
Im Thugged Out Foreva, Weak.. I Think Not!
Im As Throwed As A Rock In A Shot Slingshot
Knock, Knock!! Who Is It?
None Of Yo Damn Business
Its Da Color Changin' Lizard So Shut Up Until He's Finish
Nigga, I Roll Chrome And Ill Pull Up In Yo Home
Ice Lookin Like I Stuck My Finger In A Snowcone
When It Comes To This Rap, U Can't Do Me No Harm
I Would Still Be Calm With A Bomb In My Palm
And A Big Stick Of Dynamite Strapped To My Arm
Three W's Dot, Get Of My Dick Dot Com
I Don't Wear Versace Cuz I Ain't Tryin To Be Cute
I Gave My Lawyer Da Boot Cuz He Try To Put Me In A Suit
Eat Meat With Big Tig And Im Throwed Al Pauldin
Twenty Inch Rollers, Sean John On My Clothin
And Youavage Downtown Every Semester
I Might Pop Up In A Drop With Blindside And Lester
Nigga, Nig Nag Paddy Wack
Hold Up Man, Matter Fact
I Almost Forgot To Give A Shout Out To Da Alley Cats
My Nigga, A D, A Lee, And Slim T
Bun B, And Ron C And Big T-I-M-P
Gotta Post Them Nigga, Out For Them Boys Up On Da South
No Need To Spell It Out Cuz Yall Now What Im Talkin Bout
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