[Talking]
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As we get on the proceedings this evening
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Ha-ha, it's Koopa nigga, it's Koopa nigga
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Hey man switch styles man, stay switching styles
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You know I'm tal'n bout, switch everything nigga
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Paint switching, no teams
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We ain't switching teams baby, ha already
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It's Color Changin' Click, hey Mix Tape Messiah
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Let's go, let's go, let's go yeah
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[Chamillionaire]
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I was at Strokers in ATL, and they was showing Cham and sluts
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My nigga Killa's Klan with us, and did some sh.. I can't discuss
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They was bad they was yellow, they was saying can you handle us
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Pull the door knob on the ceiling, cause I'm about to handle up
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Showing up at the hotel, now is this chick a fan or what
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If she sipping that's a plus, but not that Crys' cause that's for us
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Come to the hotel wondering if you stripping, that's a must
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Make a meal out of my nuts, and open up a can of suck
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Controversy sells, I swear I spit a rhyme that'll shock
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I wreck so I get respect in the digital underground, like I'm Pac
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Labels scheme and they plot, they telling me sign on the dot
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I cracked a platinum smile and he knew, that was a sign I would not
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No warrants when the laws pull up behind, I'ma stop
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Princes cuts the size of a window, I'ma wind down my watch
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Pussy passenger still mad, cause I'm rewinding on chops
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Tossed his work inside my lap, and said that I got the rocks
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Screens fall like rain, while my trunk shaking like thunder
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[mumbling], my verse sound like a mumble
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Onlookers wonder, if I'm level headed or humble
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Till I get to speaking bout drama, then I end a sentence with uh-uh
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Back that I'm Israel, I'm Istanbul I'm thinking Pakistani
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Foreign cars no I'm dressing up, cause the only gator comes after Navi
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Students getting out of barber school, graduating they getting happy
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All my hoes got longer hair, than Cousin It on the Adams Family
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Sixty inch T.V. screen, I could view from the side angle
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In my crib you'll get lost, it's like the Bermuda Tiangle
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Said I'd knew you'd be a king, so Hakim is what I named you
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I told my mama thanks, now the king is what I claim fool
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When it comes to this rap game nigga, passionate for it brah
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Your c.d. packages showing up, laughing after it's blowing up
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Think I'm playing by my pistol, until I'm smacking it over ya
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Shooting spiders off my rims, like I got arach-a-naphobia
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St. Lunatics say it's tipped, for me that pimp is the drill
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While she tasting my testicles, see the tip of my steel
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Know you getting that scrill, pulling up on whips with the grill
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And if that slab only got fo' you know, it's missing a wheel
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Cause I'm a Texas tycoon, flat T.V. screens in my room
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So many flakes in my pinky, say I need Vidal Sassoon
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Fish in the fish tank gon sip drank, yeah they'll be leaning by noon
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And the two Brazilian beauties, come in to clean my lagoon
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Won't see no damn silver spoon, inside my mouth just my kitchen
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I'm popped up with the trunk up wreck, in other words we tipping
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Looked in my garage, noticed a couple cars is missing
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Let me see one...two...three, my bad I'm tripping
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Kinda look like I'm Cripping, when my paint change to blue
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By the way my paint change to red, you would swear I'm claiming that too
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Yeah they be banging that Whoo Kid, and be banging that Clue
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But down in Texas the changer, ain't never changing from Screw
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Seen the slugs that you spittin at me, I mean the slugs that you missin at me
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Seen you and you ain't getting at me, man the game is really getting crappy
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ATL with Killa Kill, Status Quo and that Lil' Scrappy
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I don't wear no throwbacks, cause the trend is really getting tacky
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Commercial won't hurt you, cause that's gon get you mo' cash
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But spend that cash on security, cause we gon whip your ass
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Music slower than a running turtle, tell you what they sip in my circle
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Samuel Jackson, Whoopie Goldberg, Oprah Winfrey the color purple
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[talking]
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Ha-ha (ha-ha), that was a good one
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That was a good one, ha-ha
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[Chamillionaire]
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I told you you don't want problems, you didn't believe it
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Go get a bodyguard, cause you're gonna need it
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| We're gonna bomb you, worse than Osa |
