Chamillionaire - Popped Up Open lyrics

(Talking) Naw I'm sayin? Trunk stay extra extended Tippin' down, popped up, wide open My kit hit the ground, my rims spin around In my trunk something rattlin' in my whip its surround But let me break it down, I call Liz grippin' pine My moonroof tilted up but I say tippin down Tourist picture time when I lift it's a sign Extended at the angle is the trunk fifth recline The wheel on the rear will still disappear Fold up under that bumper grill-lady gone chill Neon light glowin' lemme show you what it say Ready wit a L before the L is an A Already (already), already all day Didn't want to get paid so I displayed me some braids Used to ride blades still riding wet Cause wanted to ball, fet cut the check Laws get upset hellraiser in the deck Down for my dogs like white lady at the vet Black corvette (nah) that was Manny Fresh's Piece got you puzzled like we playing Tetris Cell steady ringing had to check my message Haters in the magazine tellin' me confessions But I ain't no Usher, Chamillionaire'll crush ya Chamillionaire ain't hangin' wit ya if he doesn't trust ya E put the clear coats then called the buffer Had to charge 'em up for gettin' paint on my muffler Me and Archie Lee done popped into Harlem Nights Ball my bills tossin so my aim be precise Promote my wallet then live up to the hype But King Koopa ain't the type to make a strippin' chick my wife Told me she buzzin' ain't looking for her husband Well call a couple friends while I'm looking for my cousin Tires that I'm hullin' crawlin' up cullin' Headed to the wim? I ain't headed towards nothing I ain't with the segregation my diamonds stay together But I ain't gon lie color diamonds bling better Love all the women chocolate, caramel, vanilla Tryin' to get up in that groove, I don't need to chase Stella Candy cumin' on the hood the climax it gets wetter My boys on gulf bank coming up with clientela My boy on Scott Street will hit you with that new Beretta I don't ever switch (why?) Northside forever Forever, forever, ever, Fred Gruger Choppin' boys up its Mr. Mixtape Buddah Cooler than the cooler don't let the mug fool ya So gon' keep it cool or I'ma gon' get the Ruger Where the Ron C? That's the homie Chamillitary click n***a that's the army Back up in the streets for all the boys that want me Me at Club Blue all the drinks is on me (sike) You know you wrong for that n***a