COLOR CHANGIN CLICK - No Sentences lyrics

(feat. Lil Flip)

[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'ma roller, flippin' chiefin' that dolja

Hit the gas, fuck 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', fuck a 3 some I'm ten-in

Program pimpin', lean sippin', hoes suckin' 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 niggaz 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' killer 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 niggaz grumpin', gossipin' in my circumference

And Sucka-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 nigga, Koopa freestyle with no pen

[Lil' Flip]

I'm from the streets, I know yall niggaz peep game

My nigga Note, just dropped his shit Street Fame

Will Lean comin' next, I'm bout to drop again

Yall niggaz #1, but I'ma 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'ma bigger star

I'm fuckin' Dolly Pardon, she wear a bigger bra

You know where I'm from and you know what the fuck we be packin'

These niggaz be hatin' I'm vested up in-case they jackin'

Bitches come and they go, Flip is runnin' the show

And if you don't know, now you muthafuckas know

I'm the hottest around, niggaz 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'ma fuck ya hoe

Get the brain, get the change, peep the rangs, peep the rocks

You know where the fuck I'm from, I represent my block

Yall niggaz braggin' and boastin', I'll leave you gaggin' and chokin'

Jump out the Jag and approachin'..Bitch Nigga!

[O.G. Ron: Talking until song ends]