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[Hook]Why these fellas talkin' down?Don't they know why we rideAnd make sombody slide, bewareWhy these fellas talkin' down?Don't they know why we rideAnd make these bustas high, beware[Chamillionaire]Shoulda seen it comin' babyShoulda seen it comin' nigga, yeah, yeahBe runnin' the game niggaI'ma run you out the game niggaI ain't gon' let no pussy niggas represent my city niggaNuh-uh, especially not no gimmick pussy niggaYeah[Verse 1]You real niggas be ridin' chromeWe don't listen to the JonesWe give a damn whether you like himOr whether he pick up his phoneSmokin' cigars on album coversThat nigga thinkin' he CaponeWho the hell is gassin' him up?They got him sippin' on Patron (That was wrong)SongtexteI mean petroleum, roll with him, wouldn't tryYou'd step over to the side and sit it down if you was wiseDyke Jones just died, Chamillion what is your reply?Musta did like my door panels and committed suicideIs that right?Messed up cause this thing used to be a anthemBut I only think of pussy when I hear it like a tamponHe'll be working at the damponNow I don't drive a PhantomWith the money I make offa this CD I'll probably grab oneDamn, tell me why you had to do that ChamCause I don't give a damn how many shows he doin', manI bring beef outside the club like biggity-boo Dan ManThat's 32 chambers less than the Wu-Tang Clan (Yep)Four feet is two peoples you already knowSwisha House ain't gotta screw you, cause you already slowI wasted time choppin' game up with him at a showWhen he was like, "I gotta go" ("I gotta go snitch on Magno")Don't step up to the chrome, you know you need to back downMixtape Messiah 2, I'ma get it street your whole backgroundFunny lookin' rap clownThey gon' look at all your raps now and say "Who?"(Dyke Jones)How hilarious does that sound, it took me offI ain't trippin', different versions of the songBut that's cool, Dyke Jones isn't gonna be tippin' longCause he didn't call for backupToo bad he didn't have his phoneThat nigga didn't have to roamThat nigga should have stayed at home[Hook][Interlude]See, I'm sheriff around these parts, and uhIn my neck of the woods, we don't allow too many dykes, nopeMy trusty lil' musket right here says that, uhYou got 10 seconds to get outta DodgeOr you're gonna be dodgin' bullets (Lead him to the cows)1... 3... 10! Yeehaaa![Shooting] Aus Songtexte Mania