Color Changin Click - Freestyle Drill lyrics

[Yung-Ro] When I come down, you might see me Chuck Taylors on feet A new unit from the mile, with my nobody piece On buck-highs when I ride, and slide so gently Lookin' fly like the guy that I was meant to be I put up in a Bentley, just like you think I wouldn't Leather seats with extra cushion, I'm at eaze when I'm pushin' I'm older, I'mma roller, flippin' chiefin' that dolja Hit the gas, f** the brakes, it ain't a scratch on my rover I buy a sack and then roll up, just to get back in composure I take this rappin' way more then, just makin' cash and exposion Peep the stats on my quarter, I'm up to bat and I'm holdin' My balls, and my word and I don't crack em' for no one Matter fact I'm the chosen, what, flippin' my tongue Asalakem-Asalum, Chamillionaire.com I'm logged in in a fog benz, playin' with my lap-top Screens drop, trunk pop, destination IHOP So jump down with ya boy, if you feelin' that fluid I stay high and act a fool, because I gots to do it, G'Yeah! -UH.HUH, Yung-Ro, G'Yea- [50/50 Lil' Twin] -Man, 50/50 I'm still draped up and dripped down, screw tape jammin' Trunk rumblin' and tremblin', Color Changin' and blendin' Forest side mirrors blinkin', while I'm turnin' and tippin' Hit my brakes at 9:00 at 10, them rims stop spinnin' Channels set, rim grinnin', tatted up on my skin and 9 fiancee's, I ain't trippin', f** a 3 some I'm ten-in Program pimpin', lean sippin', hoes s**in' 5 lickin' Invicible set, diamonds hittin', while the minute hand tickin' I hold chickens, steerin' whippin', '72 is my mission I can't front unless you spendin', pitch like Roger Clemens I throw work, fiends hit it out the park like Dillon Now they geekin' and flitchin', feelin' bad cuz they sinnin' My twin got shot in his head and his leg now he limpin' So don't make him swing that aggie, and may place he fix it 600 Horses in my engine, sittin' still fish finnin' My grand-prix on non-stoppers, H2 3 on pippen's If you wonderin' it's 50, turn me up just listen I make grown-man decisions, so at life you can't miss me, what? -Boy's gonna feel this Color Changin' Click mayne -We tippin' down, popped up wide open [Chamillionaire] (Yung-Ro) -Fa'real, Yeah Windows down cuz they tinted, so n***as can see me up in it Wait for my spinners to stop spinnin', after 5 minutes re-spin it Emblem on the hood, lookin' about the size of a grammy Chrome Lady doin' the Statue Of Liberty pose on my candy Used to be candy over silver, now it's wine berry over gold Now it's Color Changin' on the doors, while I'm swangin' thinkin' 24's No police out on Dalem, hollows we got em' no problem Spot em' and push a wig back farther then Hatter did my album I ain't got to promote it, nope no radio play Pull out that K, right-away and ya drop-date 'll be today I hope ya doin' k**er crunches, ain't gotta vest when it lunges Patch ya stomach, so (NOBODY!) ain't got to see what ya lunch is (Haha) I don't like n***as grumpin', gossipin' in my circumference And s**a-Free is flippin' humped's we gettin' bills by the bunches Hold up, plot on them thangs, belt-buckles and bang He pull out that thang from behind the belt-buckle than bang Hit ya face with that handle, make ya braces dismantle Then they'll erase the Soprano's and put my face on that channel Jumped down, fun lift the trunk let it dangle Geometric rims spinnin' at a obtuse angle Braud act like she don't see me, bet she get broke in Throwin' gin down her chin, til' her dome spin like my chrome rims Rap-game it was throw'd in, but I'm still gon' win Hell yeah n***a, Koopa freestyle with no pen [Lil' Flip] I'm from the streets, I know yall n***as peep game My n***a Note, just dropped his sh** Street Fame Will Lean comin' next, I'm bout to drop again Yall n***as #1, but I'mma take ya spot again I'm off the lot again, rollin' in a drop again I'm sippin' sizzerp, you drinkin' on a Heineken I got the cheddar now I'm on another level now You wearin' white-rocks, it's yellow in my bezel now I gotta bigger car, cuz I'mma bigger star I'm f**in' Dolly Pardon, she wear a bigger bra You know where I'm from and you know what the f** we be packin' These n***as be hatin' I'm vested up in-case they jackin' b**hes come and they go, Flip is runnin' the show And if you don't know, now you muthaf**as know I'm the hottest around, n***as know how I get down When I come to your town, hook me up with a pound And we gon' smoke a blunt, and I'm gon' rock the show I know this yo baby-momma but I'mma f** ya ho Get the brain, get the change, peep the rangs, peep the rocks You know where the f** I'm from, I represent my block Yall n***as braggin' and boastin', I'll leave you gaggin' and chokin' Jump out the Jag and approachin'..b**h n***a! (O.G. Ron - Talking until song ends)