[Yung-Ro]nWhen I come down, you might see me Chuck Taylors on feetnA new unit from the mile, with my nobody piecenOn buck-highs when I ride, and slide so gentlynLookin' fly like the guy that I was meant to benI put up in a Bentley, just like you think I wouldn'tnLeather seats with extra cushion, I'm at eaze when I'm pushin'nI'm older, I'ma roller, flippin' chiefin' that doljanHit the gas, fuck the brakes, it ain't a scratch on my rovernI buy a sack and then roll up, just to get back in composurenI take this rappin' way more then, just makin' cash and exposionnPeep the stats on my quarter, I'm up to bat and I'm holdin'nMy balls, and my word and I don't crack em' for no onenMatter fact I'm the chosen, what, flippin' my tonguenAsalakem-Asalum, Chamillionaire.comnI'm logged in in a fog benz, playin' with my lap-topnScreens drop, trunk pop, destination IHOPnSo jump down with ya boy, if you feelin' that fluidnI stay high and act a fool, because I gots to do it, G'Yeah!n-UH.HUH, Yung-Ro, G'Yea-nn[50/50 Lil' Twin]n-Man, 50/50nI'm still draped up and dripped down, screw tape jammin'nTrunk rumblin' and tremblin', Color Changin' and blendin'nForest side mirrors blinkin', while I'm turnin' and tippin'nHit my brakes at 9:00 at 10, them rims stop spinnin'nChannels set, rim grinnin', tatted up on my skin and.n9 fiancee's, I ain't trippin', fuck a 3 some I'm ten-innProgram pimpin', lean sippin', hoes suckin' 5 lickin'nInvicible set, diamonds hittin', while the minute hand tickin'nI hold chickens, steerin' whippin', '72 is my missionnI can't front unless you spendin', pitch like Roger ClemensnI throw work, fiends hit it out the park like DillonnNow they geekin' and flitchin', feelin' bad cuz they sinnin'nMy twin got shot in his head and his leg now he limpin'nSo don't make him swing that aggie, and may place he fix itn600 Horses in my engine, sittin' still fish finnin'nMy grand-prix on non-stoppers, H2 3 on pippen'snIf you wonderin' it's 50, turn me up just listennI make grown-man decisions, so at life you can't miss me, what?n-Boy's gonna feel this Color Changin' Click maynen-We tippin' down, popped up wide opennn[Chamillionaire] (Yung-Ro)n-Fa'real, YeahnWindows down cuz they tinted, so niggaz can see me up in itnWait for my spinners to stop spinnin', after 5 minutes re-spin itnEmblem on the hood, lookin' about the size of a grammynChrome Lady doin' the Statue Of Liberty pose on my candynUsed to be candy over silver, now it's wine berry over goldnNow it's Color Changin' on the doors, while I'm swangin' thinkin' 24'snNo police out on Dalem, hollows we got em' no problemnSpot em' and push a wig back farther then Hatter did my albumnI ain't got to promote it, nope no radio playnPull out that K, right-away and ya drop-date 'll be todaynI hope ya doin' killer crunches, ain't gotta vest when it lungesnPatch ya stomach, so (NOBODY!) ain't got to see what ya lunch is (Haha)nI don't like niggaz grumpin', gossipin' in my circumferencenAnd Sucka-Free is flippin' humped's we gettin' bills by the bunchesnHold up, plot on them thangs, belt-buckles and bangnHe pull out that thang from behind the belt-buckle than bangnHit ya face with that handle, make ya braces dismantlenThen they'll erase the Soprano's and put my face on that channelnJumped down, fun lift the trunk let it danglenGeometric rims spinnin' at a obtuse anglenBraud act like she don't see me, bet she get broke innThrowin' gin down her chin, til' her dome spin like my chrome rimsnRap-game it was throw'd in, but I'm still gon' winnHell yeah nigga, Koopa freestyle with no pennn[Lil' Flip]nI'm from the streets, I know yall niggaz peep gamenMy nigga Note, just dropped his shit Street FamenWill Lean comin' next, I'm bout to drop againnYall niggaz #1, but I'ma take ya spot againnI'm off the lot again, rollin' in a drop againnI'm sippin' sizzerp, you drinkin' on a HeinekennI got the cheddar now I'm on another level nownYou wearin' white-rocks, it's yellow in my bezel nownI gotta bigger car, cuz I'ma bigger starnI'm fuckin' Dolly Pardon, she wear a bigger branYou know where I'm from and you know what the fuck we be packin'nThese niggaz be hatin' I'm vested up in-case they jackin'nBitches come and they go, Flip is runnin' the shownAnd if you don't know, now you muthafuckas knownI'm the hottest around, niggaz know how I get downnWhen I come to your town, hook me up with a poundnAnd we gon' smoke a blunt, and I'm gon' rock the shownI know this yo baby-momma but I'ma fuck ya hoenGet the brain, get the change, peep the rangs, peep the rocksnYou know where the fuck I'm from, I represent my blocknYall niggaz braggin' and boastin', I'll leave you gaggin' and chokin'nJump out the Jag and approachin'..Bitch Nigga!nn(O.G. Ron - Talking until song ends)