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Ms Jackson Lyrics

Ms Jackson by Chamillionaire  

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Ms Jackson 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 I'll 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



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