Lyrics of Flow (ms. jackson)

What's da supa king k double o-p-a say
If i say hey, can i get yo number she say, ok
U ask for her number and she be like, no way!
Got da boots sayin what it do instead of whodi
Everybody that think that the chamillion can't rap
I couldn't make a wack rap if my name was j-mack
I'm just jokin mack i take that back
But i just gave u a shout out nigga, u can't hate that!
Big twenkey inch leenas, clarion car screenas
Got hoes sayin "woop, pull over" like trina
I'm not a drank leena cuz i rather sip zima
Yellow braud named trina take my drawes to da cleaners
Im above u, u under me like an umbrella
Don't even try to front like yo game is much betta
If she yellow as the letters in my iceberg sweeta
Then u betta not let her leave home cuz i'll gett'a
Im thugged out foreva, weak.. i think not!
Im as throwed as a rock in a shot slingshot
Knock, knock!! who is it?
None of yo damn business
Its da color changin' lizard so shut up until he's finish

Nigga, i roll chrome and ill pull up in yo home
Ice lookin like i stuck my finger in a snowcone
When it comes to this rap, u can't do me no harm
I would still be calm with a bomb in my palm
And a big stick of dynamite strapped to my arm
Three w's dot, get of my dick dot com
I don't wear versace cuz i ain't tryin to be cute
I gave my lawyer da boot cuz he try to put me in a suit
Eat meat with big tig and im throwed al pauldin
Twenty inch rollers, sean john on my clothin
And u of h downtown every semester
I might pop up in a drop with blindside and lester
Nigga, nik nak paddy wack
Hold up man, matter fact
I almost forgot to give a shout out to da alley cats
My nigga, a d, a lee, and slim t
Bun b, and ron c and big t-i-m-p
Gotta pour some liquor out for them boys up on da south
No need to spell it out cuz yall now what im talkin bout