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Chamillionaire, look Check.. [Chamillionaire] Ladies and Gents, in the prince of all parking lot pimps Yes I'm the Grinch and I ride twenty inch, like it's a synch Might convince your woman, to let me leave my paw prints On her ass, take a pinch while you watch like a wimp Look it don't make sense, rims bigger than Shawn Kemp I maneuver the big body, like I'm parking a blimp I'm the thoedest speaker, to ever speak through a speaker Talk down on Chamillion, I'll fix your face with my sneakers I get more green, than a whole forest full of reefer You just mad, cause you can't afford a smart beep-beeper I'm the crooked chrome creeper, from the gutter young thugger Chrome rims looking bigger, than your seventh grade brother Not a lover, she just trying to put me in a lip-lock I can't stay with you girl, I can only make a pit stop Big rocks what I rock, and I sip plenty of Henny While you losing your family game, like Penny and Lil' Penny Even Arsenio Hall, the Chamillion ball All them girls down South, is trying to give him the draws Just look at me dog, if she ain't wanna date me she would hate me If she ain't wanna rape me, she'd try to choke my neck and shake me Dumb nerd, scratch everything you already done heard I could go platinum if my album, was in mo' than one word SongtexteAnd I'm throwed with no drank, is that dank nigga no thanks Don't think your girl see me on the streets, if she won't faint Look I never take her, to the mall and shop Some niggaz ain't tripping, but Chamillion ain't tricking Pulling something foreign, off the lot I'ma watch your lip hang, when I pull up on thangs If you gon get with me, you got to have Your own money, for a Prada bag Me and Pic, is hopping out a Jag Gripping wood grain, stacking our change Aus Songtexte Mania