talking


As we get on the proceedings this evening


Haha, it's Koopa nigga, it's Koopa nigga


Hey man switch styles man, stay switching styles


You know I'm tal'n bout, switch everything nigga


Paint switching, no teams


We ain't switching teams baby, ha already


It's Color Changin' Click, hey Mix Tape Messiah


Let's go, let's go, let's go yeah

Chamillionaire


I was at Strokers in ATL, and they was showing Cham and sluts


My nigga Killa's Klan with us, and did some sh.. I can't discuss


They was bad they was yellow, they was saying can you handle us


Pull the door knob on the ceiling, cause I'm about to handle up


Showing up at the hotel, now is this chick a fan or what


If she sipping that's a plus, but not that Crys' cause that's for us


Come to the hotel wondering if you stripping, that's a must


Make a meal out of my nuts, and open up a can of suck


Controversy sells, I swear I spit a rhyme that'll shock


I wreck so I get respect in the digital underground, like I'm Pac


Labels scheme and they plot, they telling me sign on the dot


I cracked a platinum smile and he knew, that was a sign I would not


No warrants when the laws pull up behind, I'ma stop


Princes cuts the size of a window, I'ma wind down my watch


Pussy passenger still mad, cause I'm rewinding on chops


Tossed his work inside my lap, and said that I got the rocks


Screens fall like rain, while my trunk shaking like thunder


(*mumbling*), my verse sound like a mumble


Onlookers wonder, if I'm level headed or humble


Till I get to speaking bout drama, then I end a sentence with uhuh


Back that I'm Israel, I'm Istanbul I'm thinking Pakistani


Foreign cars no I'm dressing up, cause the only gator comes after Navi


Students getting out of barber school, graduating they getting happy


All my hoes got longer hair, than Cousin It on the Adams Family


Sixty inch T.V. screen, I could view from the side angle


In my crib you'll get lost, it's like the Bermuda Tiangle


Said I'd knew you'd be a king, so Hakim is what I named you


I told my mama thanks, now the king is what I claim fool


When it comes to this rap game nigga, passionate for it brah


Your c.d. packages showing up, laughing after it's blowing up


Think I'm playing by my pistol, until I'm smacking it over ya


Shooting spiders off my rims, like I got arachanaphobia


St. Lunatics say it's tipped, for me that pimp is the drill


While she tasting my testicles, see the tip of my steel


Know you getting that scrill, pulling up on whips with the grill


And if that slab only got fo' you know, it's missing a wheel


Cause I'm a Texas tycoon, flat T.V. screens in my room


So many flakes in my pinky, say I need Vidal Sassoon


Fish in the fish tank gon sip drank, yeah they'll be leaning by noon


And the two Brazilian beauties, come in to clean my lagoon


Won't see no damn silver spoon, inside my mouth just my kitchen


I'm popped up with the trunk up wreck, in other words we tipping


Looked in my garage, noticed a couple cars is missing


Let me see one...two...three, my bad I'm tripping


Kinda look like I'm Cripping, when my paint change to blue


By the way my paint change to red, you would swear I'm claiming that too


Yeah they be banging that Whoo Kid, and be banging that Clue


But down in Texas the changer, ain't never changing from Screw


Seen the slugs that you spittin at me, I mean the slugs that you missin at me


Seen you and you ain't getting at me, man the game is really getting crappy


ATL with Killa Kill, Status Quo and that Lil' Scrappy


I don't wear no throwbacks, cause the trend is really getting tacky


Commercial won't hurt you, cause that's gon get you mo' cash


But spend that cash on security, cause we gon whip your ass


Music slower than a running turtle, tell you what they sip in my circle


Samuel Jackson, Whoopie Goldberg, Oprah Winfrey the color purple

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Haha (haha), that was a good one


That was a good one, haha

Chamillionaire


I told you you don't want problems, you didn't believe it


Go get a bodyguard, cause you're gonna need it


We're gonna bomb you, worse than Osama


Get it in your head, nigga I tried to warn ya


All these boys acting like, they be getting do'


But you can't hide the truth, a real baller gon know


All these boys acting like, they ain't really hoes


But you can't hide the truth, a real nigga gon know


All these boys acting like, they can call a stone


Let's break these boys off, and let em know we got it sooooowed

Mix Tape, MiMix Tape, MiMix Tape Messiah x3

Hey I'm fins to do my thaaaang, hey I'm repping Color Chaaaange


Hey we fins to do our thaaaang, hey I'm repping Color Chaaaange

talking


We gon slap box, soon as we done


That shit was no test, let's see who gets the most hits to the head


I'ma slap the shit out you watch, wish a nigga would of


Let the motherfucker touch me, I'm gon smack the shit out of him


I ain't no fucking punk, nigga you better get thataaah hold up


Oh shit gun shot