Chamillionaire - Flow (Ms. Jackson) Lyrics

Flow (Ms. Jackson) Lyrics - Chamillionaire

What's 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 boots sayin What it Do instead of whodi
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 nigga, u can't hate that!
Big twenkey inch leenas, clarion car screenas
Got hoes sayin "Woop, Pull over" like Trina
I'm not a drank leena cuz i rather sip zima
Yellow braud named Trina take my drawes 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 sweeta
Then u betta not let her leave home cuz 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 finish
Nigga, i roll chrome and I'll pull up in 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 palm
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 cuz i ain't tryin to be cute
I gave my lawyer da boot cuz he try to put me in a suit
Eat meat with big tig and im throwed al pauldin
Twenty inch rollers, sean john on my clothin
And U of H downtown every semester
I might pop up in a drop with blindside and lester
Nigga, nik nak paddy wack
Hold up man, matter fact
I almost forgot to give a shout out to da alley cats
My nigga, A D, A Lee, and Slim T
Bun B, and Ron C and Big T-I-M-P
Gotta pour some liquor out for them boys up on da south
No need to spell it out cuz yall now what im talkin bout