Cl'Che - Off Da Chain lyrics

(*talking*) Off the chain, it's your girl Cl'Che And Big Pokey, and wanting all my real mo'f**ers Out there, to hit the dance flo', come on (*scratching*) [Cl'Che] While you still doing talent shows, b**h I'm on the road Doing pro shows, no more promos I get's do' This how I stand the range, I'm off the chain Southside still holding, you remember the phrase Presidential, wrecking 2K4 I said it befo', that I'm knocking down the do' In 2004, I'm off the chain This just the beginning, of this ghetto fame Wrecker gutter, checker speeding right on them thangs DJ blasting off, with a perfect aim-uh Got 'em all wanting to f**, but they dick to short to hang-uh Texas we swang, them lane to lane Looking for Billy Cook, for a hook to sing Give us our plack now, cause we off the chain f** a major if they ain't wrecking, off the change (*scratching*) God damn hoe, shut the f** up [Hook: Cl'Che] I tote that sh**, cause I'm off the chain Yes I'm that b**h, I'm off the chain I leave hoes sick, cause I'm off the chain I'm too intelligent, I'm off the chain I'm well built big do' and spit, I'm off the chain Cl'Che and Po-Yo, man we off the chain Dirty bird on this track, yeah I'm off the chain Po-Yo holla at your girl, I'm off the chain [Big Pokey] I'm off the chain, pen worker off the brain Since Jigga left it alone, I gotta boss the game I get paid to entertain, and show my face Move work and why dope fiends, love my base I'm up in the place, Dina got a duck in the safe Glock 40 one in the head, tucked at my waist Say a n***a need space, so don't jock the kid Watching me, before a n***a unlock your wig It's on my mind, 24 I'm on my grind I get money like a slot machine, you know my kind Low to the ground, when it's time to bleed Bag n***as up, like a pound of weed Put a half in the shelf, when it's time to feed Attack n***as like asthma, when they trying to breath I strive to achieve, so I'm chasing cents f** with me you f**ing with the best, and nothing less (*scratching*) God damn hoe, shut the f** up [Hook: Big Pokey] From 2-88 to 45, we off the chain 16 to 59, we off the chain From my ten to two name, we off the chain Stay jail to the county, they off the chain From the 3rd to the 5th dog, we off the chain Cushionberry to Collinsberry, we off the chain Tilwest to Tidwell, we off the chain Crock bull blood line, I'm off the chain [Cl'Che] Cause I ain't, your ordinary chick Tal'n bout s**, gold's and fancy whips I kick that Southside, gutter sh** That'll make a n***a, roll up and smoke to this [Big Pokey] We make 'em choke to this, until they throw it up It's Clasyfyd and the Pit, fin's to blow it up I'm trying to sew it up, and leave the game alone Money flipping off b**hes, cause my paper long [Cl'Che] Game strong, making too much money to gone Made a name for myself, the thoedest b**h in the South All you hating motherf**ers, need to watch your mouth We off the chain and attached, know what I'm tal'n bout [Big Pokey] Heavy in the game, not small at all I keep feddy on my brain, and I'm hoggish dog Kappa Beach drop dog, crawling the wall My dogs ball like a dog is small, I don't play (*scratching*) God damn hoe, shut the f** up [Hook: Cl'Che] (*talking*) This the tightest track, for my motherf**ing album y'all It's called Off Da Chain, cause a b**h like Cl' is off the chain It ain't no stopping me baby, it's 2000 and 4 In the motherf**ing do', you hear the album y'all Off Da Chain, you gotta cop it if you don't got it You listening to your partna's sh**, you better cop your own Know I'm tal'n bout, cause you gon miss out on a lot Yeah Southside, I'm holding this down for all my ladies And all my n***as out here doing they thang y'all It's entrepreneur style, Clasyfyd Entertainment y'all S.L.A.B., BMG 1965 slash Presidential Records Y'all know we holding it down, you know I'm saying It ain't nobody doing it like this straight up y'all This the baddest b**h on the Southside Hold on let me rephrase that, cause my mo'f**ing name ain't Trina I'm the throwdest around this mo'f**er, you know I'm tal'n bout I'm the throwdest Down South baby, so holla at your girl (*scratching*) God damn hoe, shut the f** up