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[O.G. Ron C - Talking] Uh, Swishahouse [Chorus - Chamillionaire] (So throwed) I swared we don' told y'all niggaz before You must be deaf if you think we ain't gettin' no With the remote screens fallin' trunk do Step up in the club starched down but stay flowed From that North to the South Pole Ron C chop it up, make it slow -Check, Look The block gets..bled red like a leg in a ant bed My twanks make a crippled girl turn her damn head Hakim' cause a scene when I drop my screens Got more green then mean green sippin' a green cup of lean in a green limousine, I impress myself Might spit game to a gun just to test myself Won't pour up a fourth Sho' I'll throw up the fourth Fa'sho I'll show up to four And bleeh blow up the show Whoa!, ice bright man Like a night-light man Ice white like the head-lights on a white van SongtexteAs bright as a white man With a light tan Ice bright as the skin on Michael Jackson's right hand, nigga Goddamn ohh! I impress myself I'm so throwed I need a catchers mit to catch myself How much you niggaz wanna bet you'll never get my wealth I'll rather play a solo game of dice and bet myself Whoa hold up Ron C I just dump on me a G Lucky me I'm the nigga that wannabe's wannabe i'm tellin' ya, ohh nigga I impress myself So many hoes on my dick I gotta stretch my belt Nigga ya better go handcuff ya honey real quick My lips don' touched mo' bigger lips then lipstick My car got more butter then a bunch of biscuits I get licks while you get dip and get dismissed I get pissed like I was under missle toe on christmas Paul Wall don' got diamonds imported on his dick Ron C is using platinum turntables for this mix I walk around with a stain that's bigger then Flip wrist Warfare and lick 6 we never ride bareford Ride Ac or Jag or maybe a black ford Ridin' round with a gat on the damn dashboard Oh No!, that boy comin' in through the backdoor Aus Songtexte Mania