Thats Gangsta Lyrics - Chamillionaire

[Chamillionaire] 

She callin' my hands-free phone 

Talkin' bout gettin' her freak on 

No you don't turn me on 

Misses Poof-Pow Be Gone 

If you got hatred on ya mind, I'm not the nigga to speak on 

I'm as throwed as the pig-skin in the E-N-D Zone 

I'm lookin' for a faithful, yellow-bone to cheat on 

Latex when we bone, throw up the 4 while she moan 

Yellow bellies I skeet on, better watch ya teeth jones 

'cause after the divorce, I'm movin into, the home 

Bout to be ya step-father 

Me and Lil' Flip flip harder 

Then a hyper-active acrobat with hops like Vince Carter 

8-Ball plus 8-Ballers, yes Koopa pimp harder 

Mr. Jackson, don't like me, caught me kissin' his daughter 

Damnit janet, we the throwdest muthafunkaz on the planet 

Not enough room, don't panic I'll pull up and expand it 

S.U.V., let you see, paint is wet as the Atlantic 

Lug-nuts like some mechanic 

Chome rims is like man it's 

Chamillionaire.com, if you don't like it then sue me 

Little Zane tryin' to sue me, 'cause he's not in my movie 

Can do nothing to me, introduced to my Uzi 

Just 'cause everybody else does, I don't like groupies 

No not either, don't watch cartoons or like goofy 

And I show damn don't like goofy groupies, sellin' tight coochie 

Bout to be a..Jetson and I ain't talkin bout Judy 

Look, I know they gon' get Miss Cleo 

Not a slut, I'ma ill 

I know they gon' see me with 2 twins in a trill 

Shout-out to the flows partner ?? before I jill 

(scratching until the song ends)