Mood Swing

Rasaq

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    (*talking*)
    Ghetto Status let's go, hey

    [Chamillionaire]
    If any of them was on top, he's the throne there's a new king
    So watch what you doing, I'm having a mood swing
    Your lip gon get stiffed, get my drift better move swing
    My fist till it hit your lip, and it's blue as a mood ring
    That's just for assuming, Chamillion can't throw the up
    Or standing over you saying, that famous cool by Chris Tucker
    Tough luck, I'm the definition of hustler
    Gun to me and my brother, make niggaz adjust the
    Combination to the safe, I am the money magnet
    You got some money stash it, cause we coming to grab it
    You got a tight B, better put it up in a bag kid
    Put me in a straight jacket, I straight jack it
    Yeah that nigga Chamillionaire, he got the baddest
    Hoes from the left side, to the right side of the atlas
    Wanna get in the palace, and see how big the pad is
    Make another wish, Ms. click your heels like Alice
    And if I do let you in, you won't get no cabbage
    You gon see the entrance to the bedroom, and see the mattress
    And after that Ms., disappear
    There's a exit in the front, and a exit in the rear
    Pick the closest one near, yeah

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    [Rasaq]
    Hey niggaz taking shots at Rasaq, and hope I respond
    You little peons, don't make me yawn
    Don't get peed on, or get my N-U-T on
    The top of your lips, like a dunk coming from Keyon
    You best just be gone, cause when I pop the neons
    In the trunk, I'm prime-time like Deon
    Get off my ding-dong, little niggaz cling on
    My balls and bounce back and fourth, like it's ping pong
    I set the V on, twenty inch deon's
    And them 21's, your honey come and sing along
    Big swangas and vogues, spit game to these hoes
    They addicted, like white things in they nose
    The God of the gutter, I found my way out
    Only to get lost and tossed, back in another
    Now I'm back in the hole, like golf ballas and a putter
    And I only wanna touch this green, but this white man with a stick
    Keeps knocking me, away from that shit
    Till I lay in a ditch, and they don't even come get me
    They just get another me, and keep swanging a stick, damn

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