nigga them haters be askin if the swishahouse really grippin wood wheels baby it ain t even no need for us to lie twankie sittin high screens fallin up out the sky them groupies be askin is the ice in ya gold real stupid question ain t no need for me to reply girl i m a playa you can t even deny microphone check man i m bouts to wreck got ice on my pinky got ice my neck i just flew across the country in a concorde jet came straight to the club and valeted my vette excuse me sir i wanna buy the bar which one of you hoes done keyed up my car want me a dyke hoe so i can mnage trois you wanna know how it feel to fuck a superstar now you might catch me ridin in the yukon blowin a sweet eatin a fig newton boys talkin down they must tootin i m the reason they brought football back to houston i m thinkin bout a house party gettin three wheeled the ship channel and my drank done spilled nominated for a grammy for workin the wood wheel no more handle bars and workin with x pills the compaq center gon be my resident and imma ride and get blown and chill with the president i m thinkin bout bringin back uhh the chuck taylor start me a campaign archie runnin for the mayor them haters be askin if the swishahouse really grippin wood wheels baby it ain t even no need for us to lie twankie sittin high screens fallin up out the sky them groupies be askin is the ice in ya gold real stupid question ain t no need for me to reply girl i m a playa you can t even deny  won t you get back cause lil ron s comin through in a drop that s blue and see it s not a whodo i love to make poor hoes by the pile leave stains for miles and stand by too tall maintain the ball at a very young age sixteen gettin paid with more chips than lays and no minimum wage it s just checks by the g who takes the keys and makin fraud niggas freeze one minute fore i leave i m goin platinum or better got my groove from stella now i make a lot of cheddar got the first ones for the rhymes i m quotin you see the mic got broke because i m gone off dope a fat white envelope or a flat big check guaranteed to wreck i m bout to take my respect roll through is what i said i ain t gon say it no more swishahouse to the door pullin your main hoe takin up the dance floor cause we wreckin the show fold it down movin slow imma stay a playa from homestead to tokyo i m in somethin lookin good in a big fleetwood throwin up my hood on the north of h town is where i put it down also where i grind keepin money on my mind makin niggas get in line cause i m the sarge screens on in the gator watchin charles in charge i ain t trippin cause everything gettin hard that s why i live everyday life with pause nigga what them haters be askin if the swishahouse really grippin wood wheels baby it ain t even no need for us to lie twankie sittin high screens fallin up out the sky them groupies be askin is the ice in ya gold real stupid question ain t no need for me to reply girl i m a playa you can t even deny listen to what the supa king k double o p a say if i say hey can i get ya number she say okay you ask for her number and she be like no way got the boots sayin what it do instead of woah hey everybody that thinks that the chamillion can t rap i couldn t make a whack rap if my name was j mac haha i m just jokin mac i take that back but i just gave you a shoutout nigga you can t hate that big twankie inch car screener got hoes sayin whoop pull over like trina i m not a drank leaner cause i d rather sip zima yellow broad named tina take my drawers to the cleaners i m above you you under me like an umbrella don t even try to front like your game is much better if she yellow as the letters on my iceberg sweater then you better not let her leave home cause i ll get her i m thugged out forever weak i think not i m as throwed as rock in a shot slingshot knock knock who is it none of your damn business it s the color changing lizard so shut up until he s finished nigga i roll chrome and i pull up at your home ice lookin like i stuck my finger in a snow cone when it comes to this rap you can t do me no harm i would still be calm with a bomb in my palms and a big stick of dynamite strapped to my arm three ws dot get off my dick dot com i don t wear versace cause i ain t trynna be cute i gave my lawyer the boot cause he tried to put me in a suit get mixed with big clique and i m throwed like al golden twankie inch rollin sean john on my clothin at u of h downtown every semester might pop up into trouble with blind sighted lester nigga knick knack paddy whack hold up man matter fact i almost forgot to give a shoutout to the alley cat my nigga a dee a lee and slim t fool me and ron c and big t i m e got to pour some liquor out for them boys up on the south no need to spell it out cause y all know what i m talkin bout baby niggas be lookin for my lac on them twanks but i be on the north blowin kill sippin drank diamonds cut from my paint blingin in the tank makin haters walk the plank i would stop ballin but i can t i m the gold type baby high as a kite with a funny colored sprite with a clique that ll bite when is she gonna admit it you other kids can t get with it it s like i go nah i probably did it i ve been known to go get it fly a ship known to spit it go home and try a 10 cause you cannot fuck with it imma steal the show when i enter the door guess jeans and polo with a massive 44 comin through slow with a chain hangin down to my cock what s wrong with me is it cause i m top notch ridin chrome on your block makin little kids watch if i raised up my trunk i would ruin they hopscotch i could flip with them what s up jamie and my partner billy i might be on with my in the pool hall i ain t mad at y all