[Chamillionaire]

If I was kin to the fat rat

I'd be the fat rat with the gat

Fix ya act when I cock back

my fifth talk back and get smacked

I'm foul like I was playin' ball and hackin' at Shaq

Gotta keep 2 straps, like a black back-pack on ya back

I'm hot dog look at the foreign and tell me who's got the bread

Speakers in my trunk hittin' harder then the force of a head

Chord on the bed when fat people is sexin' in bed

Screens keep fallin' like tryin' to sit on a chair with 3 legs

If I was a old man about the height of Gary Coleman

I'd still be chosen, cuz the hoes know I'ma throwed man

I'm sittin' on butter, I got bread except no jam

I'ma con and your dum like the damn trojan..

Haha - condum get it? I'ma con and your dum

Hock-heaters heat up the beef until that beef is full done

Not Pimp C, but I'ma pimp see, don't act like your Bun

If your not Bun-B you can bunjee, jump off a building

With no chord, bogard yo braud cuz Koopa go hard

If I'm surrounded by a bunch of ninja's then they ain't got no swords

Cuz we on bike with loud pipes and they talkin' 'bout oh lord

Yo squad can meet us in your ward, infront of yo yard

Just got out the pen' now you and ya friend wanna begin to move birdies

My street-smarts is to nerdy, you dropped out of school to early

Twin and Twin runnin' up in, the skins of 2 girlies

I don't live on the eastcoast but I'm always in a new jersey

You should wear make-up cuz most of ya life is just made up

We grade A thugs, you a Brandy's brother Ray J thug

Ay-Hey cuz ain't gonna be none of the damn tape dubs

Cuz if it ain't gotta hologram on it, then it ain't us