Chamillionaire - Mood Swing lyrics

(*talking*) Ghetto Status let's go, hey [Chamillionaire] If any of them was on top, he's the throne there's a new king So watch what you doing, I'm having a mood swing Your lip gon get stiffed, get my drift better move swing My fist till it hit your lip, and it's blue as a mood ring That's just for a**uming, Chamillion can't throw the up Or standing over you saying, that famous cool by Chris Tucker Tough luck, I'm the definition of hustler Gun to me and my brother, make n***as adjust the Combination to the safe, I am the money magnet You got some money stash it, cause we coming to grab it You got a tight B, better put it up in a bag kid Put me in a straight jacket, I straight jack it Yeah that n***a Chamillionaire, he got the baddest Hoes from the left side, to the right side of the atlas Wanna get in the palace, and see how big the pad is Make another wish, Ms. click your heels like Alice And if I do let you in, you won't get no cabbage You gon see the entrance to the bedroom, and see the mattress And after that Ms., disappear There's a exit in the front, and a exit in the rear Pick the closest one near, yeah [Rasaq] Hey n***as taking shots at Rasaq, and hope I respond You little peons, don't make me yawn Don't get peed on, or get my N-U-T on The top of your lips, like a dunk coming from Keyon You best just be gone, cause when I pop the neons In the trunk, I'm prime-time like Deon Get off my ding-dong, little n***as cling on My balls and bounce back and fourth, like it's ping pong I set the V on, twenty inch deon's And them 21's, your honey come and sing along Big swangas and vogues, spit game to these hoes They addicted, like white things in they nose The God of the gutter, I found my way out Only to get lost and tossed, back in another Now I'm back in the hole, like golf ballas and a putter And I only wanna touch this green, but this white man with a stick Keeps knocking me, away from that sh** Till I lay in a ditch, and they don't even come get me They just get another me, and keep swanging a stick, damn