Runnin' the Game

[Chamillionaire] You can lick the dick on a stick If you don't think that I'm the ish You mad cuz you suck like some lips on a big tit Ho? No, I'ma laugh Ice clearer then fiber glass Bootleggers without a lab Don't hide cuz 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 cuz 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 Cuz 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 Cuz I'm the throwdest to ever wreck and kill tape decks