Freestyle 1 - Paul Wall, Bun B, Chamillionaire

All the hoes up in the club get in free before 10

They rather pay 10 to see if the Chamillion’s goin in

Fa’sho then

Me and Lester Boy gon' buy out the bar

While ya eyes is on my car, I got my eyes on ya braud

I’m not classy, grab on ya ass when ya pass me

And have the nerve to say I didn’t do it when ya asked me

Nasty, call me what you want except broke

Cuz soon as you do, they gon' be like this nigga got jokes

Ha-Ha, have you see where the Chamillionaire stay?

Have you seen what the neon lights up in the trunk say?

Truck stay sittin' low, and the screens in the truck play

I get more green then a vegetarian buffet

I get more bank then a NBA back board

Stack yours while we slam black Cadillac doors

2 Tellies watchin' Nelly, and 3 Tellies showin' Belly

Big ballin like some meat-balls in a damn deli

Callin' Sam on my celly

When she tellin' me she ready to come braid my hair-my hair like R. Kelly

Could tell niggaz I cut hair, they be like «So what?»

Bite ya chilli-bowl with my ice-grill and give ya ass a cold-cut

Get it?

and even if ya don’t then forget it

Just remember when my album hit the stores to go and get it

I’m twistin' my wrist and I’m sparklin' and glistenin'

Shh!, listen and you can hear the ladies just whisperin'

Lookin' like I was up in the North Pole and I was fishin'

Seen some ice water and stuck my whole fist in

Messin' up your vision, when the twinkies be twistin'

I feel pain, when I grip grain but I ain’t trippin'

If I’m not hittin' licks with Lil' Yo up in the bricks

Then I’m hoppin' up in the 6, might pop me a lil crist'

I cannot, give you a kiss, leave ya lips and ya tongue frozen

My whole mouth golden, gotta porno star posin'

On the back of my album cover, if I discover

That’ll hot girl is not a hot girl, then I’ll just shove her

Cuz I’ma guerilla out the gutta, I’m so sick mayne

I pull up on chrome and I watch a nigga lip hang

If Miss Thang, actin' like she really Miss Thang

Won’t see me spit game, unless she gotta thick frame

Look mayne, ain’t nothin' the Chamillionaire can’t get

I’m ballin' like Bill Gates gave me a blank check

My paint wet, might leave a happy-hater upset

Ice on my neck drippin' down my back and got my butt wet

What you thought, the Chamillionaire wasn’t throwed or somethin?

I be rollin' on buttons, and got em' sayin' «He shol' be stuntin'»

Nigga get ya mind correct, the house is the ish

Everybody flash ya wrist and let ya diamond glist