Chamillionaire - Cadillac Freestyle lyrics

[Chamillionaire] If I was kin to the fat rat I'd be the fat rat with the gat Fix ya act when I co*k back My fifth talk back and get smacked I'm foul like I was playin' ball and hackin' at Shaq Gotta keep 2 straps, like a black back-pack on ya back I'm hot dog look at the foreign and tell me who's got the bread Speakers in my trunk hittin' harder then the force of a head Chord on the bed when fat people is s**in' in bed Screens keep fallin' like tryin' to sit on a chair with 3 legs If I was a old man about the height of Gary Coleman I'd still be chosen, cuz the hoes know I'ma throwed man I'm sittin' on bu*ter, I got bread except no jam I'ma con and your dum like the damn trojan.. Haha - condum get it? I'ma con and your dum Hock-heaters heat up the beef until that beef is full done Not Pimp C, but I'ma pimp see, don't act like your Bun If your not Bun-B you can bunjee, jump off a building With no chord, bogard yo braud cuz Koopa go hard If I'm surrounded by a bunch of ninja's then they ain't got no swords Cuz we on bike with loud pipes and they talkin' 'bout oh lord Yo squad can meet us in your ward, infront of yo yard Just got out the pen' now you and ya friend wanna begin to move birdies My street-smarts is to nerdy, you dropped out of school to early Twin and Twin runnin' up in, the skins of 2 girlies I don't live on the eastcoast but I'm always in a new jersey You should wear make-up cuz most of ya life is just made up We grade A thugs, you a Brandy's brother Ray J thug Ay-Hey cuz ain't gonna be none of the damn tape dubs Cuz if it ain't gotta hologram on it, then it ain't us