Ms Jackson Lyrics - Chamillionaire

Listen to what 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 Boot sayin What it Dew instead of wo-day 

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 twinkey inch leenas, clarion car screenas 

got hoes sayin "Woop, Pull over" like Trina 

I'm not a drank leena 'cause i rather zip Zima 

yellow broad named Tina take my drawers 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 sweater 

then u betta not let her leave home 'cause 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 finished 

nigga, i roll chrome and ill pull up at 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 palms 

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 'cause i ain't tryin to be cute 

i gave my lawyer da boot 'cause he tried to put me in a suit 

eat meat with big tig and im throwed al bowlin 

twenty inch rollin, sean john on my clothin 

and youavage downtown every semester 

i might pop up in a drop with blindside and lester 

nigga, nick nack 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 post them nigga, out for them boys up on da south 

no need to spell it out 'cause yall now what im talkin bout