[O.G. Ron C - Talking]
Uh, Swishahouse

[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
(So throwed)
I swared we don' told y'all n***as before
You must be deaf if you think we ain't gettin' no
Hit the remote screens fall and trunk glow
Step up in the club starched down with sta-flo
From that North to the South Pole
Ron C chop it up, make it slow

-Check, Look
The block gets..bled red like a leg in a ant bed
My twanks make a crippled girl turn her damn head
Hakim' cause a scene when I drop my screens
Got more green then mean green sippin' a green cup of lean
In a green limousine, I impress myself
Might spit game to a nun just to test myself
Won't pour up a fourth
Sho' I'll throw up the fourth
Fa'sho I'll show up to four
And bleeh blow up the show
Whoa!, ice bright man
Like a night-light man
Ice white like the head-lights on a white van
As bright as a white man
With a light tan
Ice bright as the skin on Michael Jackson's right hand, n***a
Goddamn ohh! I impress myself
I'm so throwed I need a catchers mit to catch myself
How much you n***as wanna bet you'll never get my wealth
I'll rather play a solo game of dice and bet myself
Whoa hold up Ron C I just done won me a G
Lucky me I'm the n***a that wannabe's wannabe
I'm tellin' ya, ohh n***a I impress myself
So many hoes on my dick I gotta stretch my belt
N***a ya better go handcuff ya honey real quick
My lips don' touched mo' bigger lips then lipstick
My car got more butter then a bunch of biscuits
I get licks while you get dip and get dismissed
I get kissed like I was under missle toe on christmas
Paul Wall don' got diamonds embroided on his kicks
Ron C is using platinum turntables for this mix
I walk around with a chain that's bigger than Slick Ricks
Warfare and lick 6 we never ride bareford
Ride Ac or Jag or maybe a black ford
Ridin' round with a gat on the damn dashboard
Oh No!, that boy comin' in through the backdoor