Mood Swing Lyrics - Rasaq

(*talking*) 

Ghetto Status let's go, hey 

[Chamillionaire] 

If any of them was on top, he's the throne there's a new king 

So watch what you doing, I'm having a mood swing 

Your lip gon get stiffed, get my drift better move swing 

My fist till it hit your lip, and it's blue as a mood ring 

That's just for assuming, Chamillion can't throw the up 

Or standing over you saying, that famous cool by Chris Tucker 

Tough luck, I'm the definition of hustler 

Gun to me and my brother, make niggaz adjust the 

Combination to the safe, I am the money magnet 

You got some money stash it, cause we coming to grab it 

You got a tight B, better put it up in a bag kid 

Put me in a straight jacket, I straight jack it 

Yeah that nigga Chamillionaire, he got the baddest 

Hoes from the left side, to the right side of the atlas 

Wanna get in the palace, and see how big the pad is 

Make another wish, Ms. click your heels like Alice 

And if I do let you in, you won't get no cabbage 

You gon see the entrance to the bedroom, and see the mattress 

And after that Ms., disappear 

There's a exit in the front, and a exit in the rear 

Pick the closest one near, yeah 

[Rasaq] 

Hey niggaz taking shots at Rasaq, and hope I respond 

You little peons, don't make me yawn 

Don't get peed on, or get my N-U-T on 

The top of your lips, like a dunk coming from Keyon 

You best just be gone, cause when I pop the neons 

In the trunk, I'm prime-time like Deon 

Get off my ding-dong, little niggaz cling on 

My balls and bounce back and fourth, like it's ping pong 

I set the V on, twenty inch deon's 

And them 21's, your honey come and sing along 

Big swangas and vogues, spit game to these hoes 

They addicted, like white things in they nose 

The God of the gutter, I found my way out 

Only to get lost and tossed, back in another 

Now I'm back in the hole, like golf ballas and a putter 

And I only wanna touch this green, but this white man with a stick 

Keeps knocking me, away from that shit 

Till I lay in a ditch, and they don't even come get me 

They just get another me, and keep swanging a stick, damn