The Color Changin' Click - Luv N My Life lyrics
(Paul Wall) Whoa, let's talk about them 22 inch shoes Feel like I'm walking on high heels, when the Escalade cruise (Chamillionaire) Hold up, sorry to be the one with the bad news You miscounted, that's some 23's not 22's (Paul Wall) My bad, how bout we talk about the speakers cuzin My trunk's rated R, because of the speakers cussing (Chamillionaire) Now tragically we deeply thugging, and freaks we shoving Out them fawns, with them twenty inch neepers tugging See boys don't see the, candy bleeder don't leave a Stain on the feet-a, talk down I guarantee you Face be in that dirt, like a damn ant eater We stack mail with no envelopes (no stamps either) (Paul Wall) Wallet is so obese, and obtuse is absurd Wide screen it expands, like the wings of a bird Observe enlighten me, never be far occurred Navigational system, got brains of a nerd (Chorus: Chamillionaire) TV screens falling out the sky like rain Now open up the trunk, and lights and show the side I claim Candy coats, tripping off of my wide frame I'm balling like I just got finished, winning five dice games Never brag about my rims, is my mind frame But then my 20's turn to 22's, and my mind changed Swanging lanes and gripping grain, while I swang Cause I'm addicted to my dough, and loving my life mayn (Chamillionaire) Whoa we getting royalty checks, since 9-6 So I'm six years, and a couple months past rich No they can't stop this, the top on the drop gets Knocked off, so now that boss hogg feeling topless (Paul Wall) Hold up, why don't we talk about the blades that cut Machetes underneath the fender, cause major bust The speakers bump like Herby's, on a 12th grade s*ut Nick name is Petey Pablo, my trunk raise up (Chamillionaire) Ha ha damn you didn't, a man who flipping Black Cadillacs, with the door handles missing You telling boys we don't ball, they say man you tripping That's like saying that Jordan, couldn't handle Pippen (Paul Wall) Look out, its time to talk about the size of the screens Nineteen inch laptops, when you ride with the king Paul Wall got TV's bigger than, most of your rims See us send your c.d. go back, and boast to your friends, see the (Chorus: Chamillionaire) TV screens falling out the sky like rain Now open up the trunk, and lights and show the side I claim Candy coats, tripping off of my wide frame I'm balling like I just got finished, winning five dice games Never brag about my rims, is my mind frame But then my 20's turn to 22's, and my mind changed Swanging lanes and gripping grain, while I swang Cause I'm addicted to my dough, and loving my life mayn (Chamillionaire) Chamill and Paul make you ball, and status fade away Like Reggie Miller threw up a shot, and a made a J (Paul Wall) Whoa, why don't we talk about them DVD's Rush Hour 1 through 3, on three TV's (Chamillionaire) Hold up, we gotta teach these boys how to do math Count the TV's and DVD's, and what do you have (Paul Wall) Bread-ren, that's the equivalent of too much cash (Chamillionaire) I bet them broke n***as, can't even add (Paul Wall) I'm a chef chopping the block, on 20 inch footing When I drive pa**ed, everybody get caught looking Everybody turn around, when them 20's turn around (Chamillionaire) Everybody turn around, when them 20's turn around (Paul Wall) Everybody turn around, when them 20's turn around Candy paint so wet, look like the block bout to drown I'm a chef chopping the block, on 20 inch footing When I drive pa**ed, everybody get caught looking, at the (Chorus 2x: Chamillionaire) TV screens falling out the sky like rain Now open up the trunk, and lights and show the side I claim Candy coats, tripping off of my wide frame I'm balling like I just got finished, winning five dice games Never brag about my rims, is my mind frame But then my 20's turn to 22's, and my mind changed Swanging lanes and gripping grain, while I swang Cause I'm addicted to my dough, and loving my life mayn