Chamillionaire - ms Jackson lyrics

Listen to what da supa king K Double O-P-A Say 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 Boot sayin What it Dew instead of wo-day 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 shout out n***a, 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 'cause i rather zip Zima yellow broad named Tina take my drawers 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 as the letters in my iceberg sweater then u betta not let her leave home 'cause 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 finished n***a, i roll chrome and ill pull up at 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 palms 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 'cause i ain't tryin to be cute i gave my lawyer da boot 'cause he tried to put me in a suit eat meat with big tig and im throwed al bowlin twenty inch rollin, sean john on my clothin and youavage downtown every semester i might pop up in a drop with blindside and lester n***a, nick nack paddy wack hold up man, matter fact i almost forgot to give a shout out to da alley cats my n***a, A D, A Lee, and Slim T Bun B, and Ron C and Big T-I-M-P gotta post them n***a, out for them boys up on da south no need to spell it out 'cause yall now what im talkin bout