You've Got Mail Lyrics - Chamillionaire

You've Got Mail 

[Chamillionaire] 

A walkin' holiday, my nickname is Ballaween 

*whistles* plop, watch out for the fallin' screens 

Got more green then a seattle supersonic sweater letter 

Ice is nothin' but light like the weight of a feather 

My ring is a prostitute, my princess cut slut 

Stick ya finger in her butt and it'll cost 10 bucks 

Ice crushed like a slush but it ain't nothin' to we 

If a nigga walk into a store and spend less then a G 

Like shaggy, it wasn't me, that's somethin' you'll never see 

See I see more ice then crushed ice in a icee 

Matter-fact if my rap were wack, I'd still make stacks 

Could go platinum if I dissed every city on every track 

If I was born with a mean midget attached to my arm 

I'd still be the one that hoes wanna take to the prom 

Mad 'cause you get as many girls as a gang full of gay boys 

My trunk got more bump then a ass full of himroids 

I'ma, trade in a benz for a pinto with no rims 

And ask the hoes again "You still wanna be friends?" 

It seems like all them haters been hatin' us lately 

Because we get more icing then donuts and pastries 

100 G's or 8 G's, don't matter I'll make G's 

We make more dough then Keebler elves in bakery's 

Don't hate me, hate the game 

Don't hate that we make change 

Chamillionaire came through and I'll correct your brain