Ccc Runnin The Game Lyrics - Rasaq

(*talking*) 

Rasaq on the block yeah yeah 

Uh, it's the boy Rasaq, Color Changin' Click-clack 

Let's go mayn, uh, uh 

[Rasaq] 

I got them black dudes feeling me 

Cause my hand light up in the sky, like the Statue of Liberty 

A tattooed celebrity, but I keep the chopper 

That go blacka, I push that through your memory 

Half of my enemies, wanna see 

Me and my bro shot down, like a family of Kennedy's 

Ask who as real as me, it's the C.C.C. 

You should see, how happy them yella's be 

When they see the car, nicely dropped 

With the paint job, that look like a icy pop 

Your wifey jock, she like Rasaq 

Thick hips, with the tiny top 

You could find me propped, in a grimy spot 

Soon as the nine is popped, your mind is blocked 

Your body start tripping, trying to find the clot 

Mommy start tripping, trying to find the watch 

She wanna find my knots 

But all she get is nut, right behind my crotch 

Mommy stop, it's Rasaq 

When she see the O's and commas, Pocahontus 

Coming out those pajamas, you know this mama 

And I'm like a camera, focused on her 

By the end of the night, I'ma be poking on her 

Cause I know she wanna 

Niggas think they running this man 

[Hook] 

Don't get me started, y'all know who the hardest 

Doing your thang, but regardless baby 

Color Changing Click, is the name 

That's running the game 

Get it in your brain nigga, Color Change 

Mmmmmm, running the game 

Get it in your brain nigga, Color Change 

Mmmmmm, we running the game 

[Chamillionaire] 

Let me give you a couple reasons, we running the game 

It's Koopa Chamillionaire, and Koopa mayn 

How couldn't I spit a flame with a name, like that name 

I spit and it's flammable, you can ignite that mayn 

Tired of these industry cats, and pretend to be raps 

First they pretend to be this, then pretend to be that 

No you lying falsifying, when can we see facts 

Your raps would be phat, as soon as you pretend to be wack 

That, would be a little closer to the truth 

I'ma puke if your group, get any closer to the booth 

It's an oxygen booth, where it's suppose to be a roof 

Cause the air in my braided hair, when I'm opening the Coupe 

Rasaq on the dream team now, him a winner 

Anybody got any words for him, I'm finna 

Slam your face towards my rim, and spin the spinner 

So you can tell your friends, you had spinning rims for dinner 

Ha-ha, who the heck is better for 

A balling metaphor, or go getting cheddar for 

A Coupe with the yellow doors, instead of the yella's drawers 

If hating on me is a hobby, go get a better chore 

Boy, any nigga that got tension 

Send you to de-tenetion, and nigga to not mention 

Did I mention, you don't want my attention 

Crush you like Bone Crusher, not scared I'm not flinching 

Let's see what the ambulance, do for you 

Well if y'all two brothers, rap is y'all two footer 

Little kids naw lady, every thought's too gutter 

Don't get it confused, by the name in the cartoon cover 

Got paper, longer than your arm 

Just look how the boy flosses, hating that boy tosses 

His fist towards your face, to your jaw 

It's purple as Paul's chorus, Koopa can just haunt it 

[Hook] 

[Rasaq] 

This is for the down South Dirty, swangas vogues 

My Northside niggas, my Southside whoa 

I slide on the scene, with a mouth full of golds 

I slide on the block, like I'm fresh off parole 

Not Destiny's Child, but call me Kelly Rowland 

Bright red top, and them Perelli's is rolling 

And my fellas is holding, the metal he toting 

So fellas, please don't provoke him 

Dolla bills folding, chicks wanna hold some 

Homegirl better stop fronting, and show something 

For all my niggas, dosey-do 

Two step around the club, like you throwed from dro 

Oh, them haters don't trouble me though 

Cause this year, I'm bout to make double the do' 

All the girls loving him thoed, they loving the flow 

Open the do' they come in and go, oh they loving us so 

Maybe cause that tattoo's, maybe 

Cause we braided up black dudes, maybe cause we rap too 

And flash jewels, where shades when the light coming at you 

Ice so cold, I got the flu nigga ah-choo 

Why you think, they call me Rasaq 

I got Rasaq's on the chain, and Rasaq's on the watch 

Coming down the block, niggas think it's the cops 

Cause the roof turn red, and blue on the top 

When niggas point the lead at you, it goes pop 

Acres Home's dead at you, we don't stop 

It's Houston a hot town, we got it on lock 

Before the c.d. drop, it's already on the block 

And them girls, already on the jock 

And them rims trilling on them shocks, niggas mouths drop 

Looking shocked, my raps thoed my hooks is hot 

I'm thoed weather I spit, hooks or not 

I took the block, around the world and back 

I took homegirl, around the curb and back 

Yeah nigga, the birds is back 

And I ain't talking bout herb or crack, I'm talking bout Hershey yaps 

But I still, love them thick girls 

Hair in a bun, rocked up in a thick swirl 

Stay down with me, we bout to get rich girl 

If you picture fit girl, damn I really miss girl 

I leave her on the curb, with her lip curled 

Her friend wouldn't shut her up, now she interrupt 

Seat bout to fuck her up, pick her up 

The seats really love her butt, she think I love her butt 

I'm too gutter, for buttercup 

I'm in a Coupe counting butter up, man 

(*talking*) 

Rasaq on the block nigga, uh 

Ghetto Sta-uh, Ghetto Status niggas 

Ok, y'all wanna play, down South gutter