You`ve Got Mail — текст песни (Chamillionaire)

You`ve Got Mail

[Chamillionaire]
A walkin` holiday, my nickname is Ballaween
*whistles* plop, watch out for the fallin` screens
Got more green then a seattle supersonic sweater letter
Ice is nothin` but light like the weight of a feather
My ring is a prostitute, my princess cut slut
Stick ya finger in her butt and it`ll cost 10 bucks
Ice crushed like a slush but it ain`t nothin` to we
If a nigga walk into a store and spend less then a G
Like shaggy, it wasn`t me, that`s somethin` you`ll never see
See I see more ice then crushed ice in a icee
Matter-fact if my rap were wack, I`d still make stacks
Could go platinum if I dissed every city on every track
If I was born with a mean midget attached to my arm
I`d still be the one that hoes wanna take to the prom
Mad `cause you get as many girls as a gang full of gay boys
My trunk got more bump then a ass full of himroids
I`ma, trade in a benz for a pinto with no rims
And ask the hoes again You still wanna be friends?
It seems like all them haters been hatin` us lately
Because we get more icing then donuts and pastries
100 G`s or 8 G`s, don`t matter I`ll make G`s
We make more dough then Keebler elves in bakery`s
Don`t hate me, hate the game
Don`t hate that we make change
Chamillionaire came through and I`ll correct your brain