Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Freestyle, artist - DJ Ideal. Album song Da Bottom Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.10.2005
Record label: Big Kanaka - SoSouth
Song language: English
Freestyle |
All the hoes up in the club get in free before 10 |
They rather pay 10 to see if the Chamillion’s goin in |
Fa’sho then |
Me and Lester Boy gon' buy out the bar |
While ya eyes is on my car, I got my eyes on ya braud |
I’m not classy, grab on ya ass when ya pass me |
And have the nerve to say I didn’t do it when ya asked me |
Nasty, call me what you want except broke |
Cuz soon as you do, they gon' be like this nigga got jokes |
Ha-Ha, have you see where the Chamillionaire stay? |
Have you seen what the neon lights up in the trunk say? |
Truck stay sittin' low, and the screens in the truck play |
I get more green then a vegetarian buffet |
I get more bank then a NBA back board |
Stack yours while we slam black Cadillac doors |
2 Tellies watchin' Nelly, and 3 Tellies showin' Belly |
Big ballin like some meat-balls in a damn deli |
Callin' Sam on my celly |
When she tellin' me she ready to come braid my hair-my hair like R. Kelly |
Could tell niggaz I cut hair, they be like «So what?» |
Bite ya chilli-bowl with my ice-grill and give ya ass a cold-cut |
Get it? |
and even if ya don’t then forget it |
Just remember when my album hit the stores to go and get it |
I’m twistin' my wrist and I’m sparklin' and glistenin' |
Shh!, listen and you can hear the ladies just whisperin' |
Lookin' like I was up in the North Pole and I was fishin' |
Seen some ice water and stuck my whole fist in |
Messin' up your vision, when the twinkies be twistin' |
I feel pain, when I grip grain but I ain’t trippin' |
If I’m not hittin' licks with Lil' Yo up in the bricks |
Then I’m hoppin' up in the 6, might pop me a lil crist' |
I cannot, give you a kiss, leave ya lips and ya tongue frozen |
My whole mouth golden, gotta porno star posin' |
On the back of my album cover, if I discover |
That’ll hot girl is not a hot girl, then I’ll just shove her |
Cuz I’ma guerilla out the gutta, I’m so sick mayne |
I pull up on chrome and I watch a nigga lip hang |
If Miss Thang, actin' like she really Miss Thang |
Won’t see me spit game, unless she gotta thick frame |
Look mayne, ain’t nothin' the Chamillionaire can’t get |
I’m ballin' like Bill Gates gave me a blank check |
My paint wet, might leave a happy-hater upset |
Ice on my neck drippin' down my back and got my butt wet |
What you thought, the Chamillionaire wasn’t throwed or somethin? |
I be rollin' on buttons, and got em' sayin' «He shol' be stuntin'» |
Nigga get ya mind correct, the house is the ish |
Everybody flash ya wrist and let ya diamond glist |