Oh No! - Chamillionaire
[O.G. Ron C - Talking]
Uh, Swishahouse
[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
(So throwed)
I swared we don' told y'all n_ggaz before
You must be deaf if you think we ain't gettin' dough
With the remote screens fallin' trunk blow
Step up in the club starched down wit stay-flo
From that North to the South Pole
Ron C chop it up, make it slow
-Check, Look
The block gets..bled red like a leg in a ant bed
My twanks make a crippled girl turn her damn head
Hakim' cause a scene when I drop my screens
Got more green then mean green sippin' a green cup of lean
in a green limousine, I impress myself
Might spit game to a nun just to test myself
Won't pour up a fourth
Sho' I'll throw up the fourth
Fa'sho I'll show up to four
And bleeh blow up the show
Whoa!, ice bright man
Like a night-light man
Ice white like the head-lights on a white van
As bright as a white man
With a light tan
Ice bright as the skin on Michael Jackson's right hand, n_gga
Goddamn ohh! I impress myself
I'm so throwed I need a catchers mit to catch myself
How much you n_ggaz wanna bet you'll never get my wealth
I'll rather play a solo game of dice and bet myself
Whoa hold up Ron C I just won me a G
Lucky me I'm the n_gga that wannabe's wannabe
i'm tellin' ya, ohh n_gga I impress myself
So many hoes on my d_ck I gotta stretch my belt
N_gga ya better go handcuff ya honey dip quick
My lips don' touched mo' female lips then lipstick
My car got more b_tter then a bunch of biscuits
I get chicks while you get dissed and get dismissed
I get kissed like I was under missle toe on christmas
Paul Wall don' got diamonds imported on his kicks
Ron C is using platinum turntables for this mix
I walk around with a chain that's bigger then slick ricks
Warfare and lick 6 we never ride bareford
Ride Ac or Jag or maybe a black ford
Ridin' round with a gat on the damn dashboard
Oh No!, sab war comin' in through the backdoor
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