Off Da Chain

(*talking*)

Off the chain, it's your girl Cl'Che

And Big Pokey, and wanting all my real mo'fuckers

Out there, to hit the dance flo', come on

(*scratching*)

[Cl'Che]

While you still doing talent shows, bitch I'm on the road

Doing pro shows, no more promos I get's do'

This how I stand the range, I'm off the chain

Southside still holding, you remember the phrase

Presidential, wrecking 2K4

I said it befo', that I'm knocking down the do'

In 2004, I'm off the chain

This just the beginning, of this ghetto fame

Wrecker gutter, checker speeding right on them thangs

DJ blasting off, with a perfect aim-uh

Got 'em all wanting to fuck, but they dick to short to hang-uh

Texas we swang, them lane to lane

Looking for Billy Cook, for a hook to sing

Give us our plack now, cause we off the chain

Fuck a major if they ain't wrecking, off the change

(*scratching*)

God damn hoe, shut the fuck up

[Hook: Cl'Che]

I tote that shit, cause I'm off the chain

Yes I'm that bitch, I'm off the chain

I leave hoes sick, cause I'm off the chain

I'm too intelligent, I'm off the chain

I'm well built big do' and spit, I'm off the chain

Cl'Che and Po-Yo, man we off the chain

Dirty bird on this track, yeah I'm off the chain

Po-Yo holla at your girl, I'm off the chain

[Big Pokey]

I'm off the chain, pen worker off the brain

Since Jigga left it alone, I gotta boss the game

I get paid to entertain, and show my face

Move work and why dope fiends, love my base

I'm up in the place, Dina got a duck in the safe

Glock 40 one in the head, tucked at my waist

Say a nigga need space, so don't jock the kid

Watching me, before a nigga unlock your wig

It's on my mind, 24 I'm on my grind

I get money like a slot machine, you know my kind

Low to the ground, when it's time to bleed

Bag niggaz up, like a pound of weed

Put a half in the shelf, when it's time to feed

Attack niggaz like asthma, when they trying to breath

I strive to achieve, so I'm chasing cents

Fuck with me you fucking with the best, and nothing less

(*scratching*)

God damn hoe, shut the fuck up

[Hook: Big Pokey]

From 2-88 to 45, we off the chain

16 to 59, we off the chain

From my ten to two name, we off the chain

Stay jail to the county, they off the chain

From the 3rd to the 5th dog, we off the chain

Cushionberry to Collinsberry, we off the chain

Tilwest to Tidwell, we off the chain

Crock bull blood line, I'm off the chain

[Cl'Che]

Cause I ain't, your ordinary chick

Tal'n bout sex, gold's and fancy whips

I kick that Southside, gutter shit

That'll make a nigga, roll up and smoke to this

[Big Pokey]

We make 'em choke to this, until they throw it up

It's Clasyfyd and the Pit, fin's to blow it up

I'm trying to sew it up, and leave the game alone

Money flipping off bitches, cause my paper long

[Cl'Che]

Game strong, making too much money to gone

Made a name for myself, the thoedest bitch in the South

All you hating motherfuckers, need to watch your mouth

We off the chain and attached, know what I'm tal'n bout

[Big Pokey]

Heavy in the game, not small at all

I keep feddy on my brain, and I'm hoggish dog

Kappa Beach drop dog, crawling the wall

My dogs ball like a dog is small, I don't play

(*scratching*)

God damn hoe, shut the fuck up

[Hook: Cl'Che]

(*talking*)

This the tightest track, for my motherfucking album y'all

It's called Off Da Chain, cause a bitch like Cl' is off the chain

It ain't no stopping me baby, it's 2000 and 4

In the motherfucking do', you hear the album y'all

Off Da Chain, you gotta cop it if you don't got it

You listening to your partna's shit, you better cop your own

Know I'm tal'n bout, cause you gon miss out on a lot

Yeah Southside, I'm holding this down for all my ladies

And all my niggaz out here doing they thang y'all

It's entrepreneur style, Clasyfyd Entertainment y'all

S.L.A.B., BMG 1965 slash Presidential Records

Y'all know we holding it down, you know I'm saying

It ain't nobody doing it like this straight up y'all

This the baddest bitch on the Southside

Hold on let me rephrase that, cause my mo'fucking name ain't Trina

I'm the throwdest around this mo'fucker, you know I'm tal'n bout

I'm the throwdest Down South baby, so holla at your girl

(*scratching*)

God damn hoe, shut the fuck up