Lyrics of Runnin the game

(chamillionaire)
You can lick the dick on a stick
If you don't think that i'm the ish
You mad 'cause you suck like some lips on a big tit
Hoe? no, i'ma laugh
Ice clearer then fiber glass
Bootleggers without a lab
Don't hide 'cause we'll ya ass
Chamillion is kinda mad
I'm rich like i'ma crab
Make niggas rewind it fast
Tow-trucks wanna sign my ass
So much..ice on my chest
Under my nose, on my golds
These hoes be thinkin' i was raised by rich eskimo's
I'ma walkin' fort knox
Oops, my fork dropped
It's okay, i ride more chops then chop-sticks and porkchops
At a chinese buffet, trickin' tricks you got to get
No respect, never let sooo you can't have her set
Her boyfriend talkin' bout, "hey, where that bastard went"
When i grab ya ass and then act like it was a accident
I'ma walkin' accident 'cause everywhere i go i wreck
I'm as throwed as what ya throw to your pet when playin' fetch
Wanna crawl off that wet, i see a goofy group of groupies
'cause you wrapped in coogi and gucci don't mean you ain't a hoochie
Salute me when you see me, play fetch with fake breasts
All day at my rich swishahouse, niggas to raise the bets
Watch when lil' wayne get mad if i said i make fresh
Give me all his beats, lunch money and paycheck
Yes, damn that was what i was gonna say next
But nevermind rewind to where i was talkin' bout fake breasts
Believe i keep heat and got bullets that heat seek
My beeper got more beeps then a bentley horn, *beep beep*
My pager got more pages then a webster's dictionary
I pull more work in a busy gravedigger in a cemetary
Nigga you got beef? *powww* we ate flesh
Nigga who that gotta deep-hole in ya a-virex
Got her bouncin' like fake checks
So doin' the face sex
'cause i'm the throwdest to ever wreck and kill tape decks