Cadillac Freestyle — текст песни (Chamillionaire)

[Chamillionaire]
If I was kin to the fat rat
I`d be the fat rat with the gat
Fix ya act when I cock back
my fifth talk back and get smacked
I`m foul like I was playin` ball and hackin` at Shaq
Gotta keep 2 straps, like a black back-pack on ya back
I`m hot dog look at the foreign and tell me who`s got the bread
Speakers in my trunk hittin` harder then the force of a head
Chord on the bed when fat people is sexin` in bed
Screens keep fallin` like tryin` to sit on a chair with 3 legs
If I was a old man about the height of Gary Coleman
I`d still be chosen, cuz the hoes know I`ma throwed man
I`m sittin` on butter, I got bread except no jam
I`ma con and your dum like the damn trojan..
Haha - condum get it? I`ma con and your dum
Hock-heaters heat up the beef until that beef is full done
Not Pimp C, but I`ma pimp see, don`t act like your Bun
If your not Bun-B you can bunjee, jump off a building
With no chord, bogard yo braud cuz Koopa go hard
If I`m surrounded by a bunch of ninja`s then they ain`t got no swords
Cuz we on bike with loud pipes and they talkin` `bout oh lord
Yo squad can meet us in your ward, infront of yo yard
Just got out the pen` now you and ya friend wanna begin to move birdies
My street-smarts is to nerdy, you dropped out of school to early
Twin and Twin runnin` up in, the skins of 2 girlies
I don`t live on the eastcoast but I`m always in a new jersey
You should wear make-up cuz most of ya life is just made up
We grade A thugs, you a Brandy`s brother Ray J thug
Ay-Hey cuz ain`t gonna be none of the damn tape dubs
Cuz if it ain`t gotta hologram on it, then it ain`t us