Chamillionaire - Is Dat Yo Chic lyrics

[girl on Chorus} Is dat yo chic the b**h grabbin on that n***a dick is dat yo chic [x2] [Lil Flip] The south bring alot of flow ya know we got alot of hoes we make them b**hes drop that sh** own dont to tha floor f** dem who*es who think they run sh** i make numba 1 hits dey make flops they acutaly make that sh** that be called "not real hip hop" T.I. be fellin on tha cops shake dem drades like ya got tha mops for da heads ohhh [Doe] Ya know we back drippin stains plus we be switchin lanes Maybach do big things ohh f** got my gat loaded on my wasit we do that h-town stomp then we 2 step to tha ba** everybody in h-town got that gat on they waist you know how we do we aint no fools back again Loaded 4 10's 4-4 blow as high as the sky ya know im ride till i die take yo chance and get a piece of da pie every n***a gone ride till they die [Chorus] [Dj Drama Talking] That was a hot freestlye but now we got tha illest coming up the offical king koopa changing color lizard he is a rap god you know who im talking about.... [Chamillonaire] You know that feelin' you get when you in love, what do ya call it? I don't know but I only feel like that when I open my wallet Wanna be hard..retards actin' like they ain't fraud Open ya mouth so I can drag ya feet and cut my yard Broke n***az always tryna tell ya how to get a dollar Shut up when the heat holla, run hollow tips follow Like prank callers..yall n***az need to hang it up no Biggie, I'll take his Shyne like ya nickname was Puff Ay, controversy sells..and I know I was wrong But you bia bia's need to listen to that Lil' Jon song This ain't no sisqo thong song, we the voice of the streets So in order to keep the peace, gotta keep a piece Just kiddin', don't touch guns, guns will k** And that's real, when you still use ya dumb tongue to squill Don't get mad, don't take everything seriously But if ya rappin and lookin' for a rapper to fear, it's me Chamillion the Mixtape Messiah, get duct-taped and tie ya to the table, open ya mouth and make ya eat barbed wire sandwich, man this boy got to be signed If he's not, then Russell want me to sign his dotted-line Nope, maybe next b**h a** n**q, underground I'm found Sharks swimmin' in the dark, ya talk down now drown So I'ma continue, to rule move get out the way While the chrome metal 'copter blades keep spinnin' for days [chorus] The block gets..bled red like a leg in a ant bed My twa*ks make a crippled girl turn her damn head Hakim' cause a scene when I drop my screens Got more green then mean green sippin' a green cup of lean in a green limousine, I impress myself Might spit game to a nun just to test myself Won't pour up a fourth Sho' I'll throw up the fourth Fa'sho I'll show up to four And bleeh blow up the show Whoa!, ice bright man Like a night-light man Ice white like the head-lights on a white van As bright as a white man With a light tan Ice bright as the skin on Michael Jackson's right hand, n***a Goddamn ohh! I impress myself I'm so throwed I need a catchers mit to catch myself How much you n***az wanna bet you'll never get my wealth I'll rather play a solo game of dice and bet myself Whoa hold up Ron C I just won me a G Lucky me I'm the n***a that wannabe's wannabe i'm tellin' ya, ohh n***a I impress myself So many hoes on my dick I gotta stretch my belt n***a ya better go handcuff ya honey dip quick My lips don' touched mo' female lips then lipstick My car got more bu*ter then a bunch of biscuits I get chicks while you get dissed and get dismissed I get kissed like I was under missle toe on christmas Paul Wall don' got diamonds imported on his kicks Ron C is using platinum turntables for this mix I walk around with a chain that's bigger then slick ricks Warfare and lick 6 we never ride bareford Ride Ac or Jag or maybe a black ford Ridin' round with a gat on the damn dashboard Oh No!, sab war comin' in through the backdoor f** dem who*es you know how we get down ohhhhh nooo!