[O.G. Ron C - Play it..gon' em' off something
-Uh Treat me like a lawyer, the time that you wanna book yo show 'cause if you didn't send me my dough I'ma be a Slow-mo, you get screwed by ya and ya DJ While ya women gettin' screwed in the place she brush her teeth mayne And I ain't talkin' the bathroom, and she say she love me, wanna see me again like I'm instant We paid in full, it's the Color Changin' Which car do I drive? take a color changin' pick Yall boys need to retire, go sit to Bill Walton 'cause we ballin' y'all a prolly be still talkin' Garage like a B-Ball goal with the bent If it don't get new rims, nothing's in it Splended, how my get..called for traveling Even when the car is parked in the where I'm standin' in The streets is raw, people ya car they..got what you got greedy people are Not street tryna hoop throwin up shots in the paint; More jackers tryna jack, shooting shots in ya paint Street ballers slam dunk and try to take off the jackers jack cadillacs and try to take off the rims That's cool, but I'll be damned if I do my thug I grind..while whine like 3 kids with 1 skittle Sweet-tooth, can't let a jacker get my So we Swoop..like Sheryl wth the bang-bang You can't walk really thinkin' that lifes a sport Spend half of the sittin' around and half in court Houston..Koopa make the world accept this city You must have warrants in every city, except city You ain't nationwide, you ain't in Chicago you in Cali' For a fee..I'll promote yo record, just at me Chamillionaire, I be sayin they scared to say The Mixtape God, get prepared to pray