[Intro - Chamillionaire - talking]
(All around the world), yeah
(All around the world), yeah
(All around the world), uh
(This goes out to girls all around the world), let's go
(All around the world), woo!
(All around the world), I like that
(All around the world), let me set the scenery real quick, cheah
(This goes out to girls all around the world)
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire - rapping]
Black watch, black shirt, starin through my locs (locs)
Lookin at you lookin like you know I'm goin to approach (approach)
We could do a uh, well we could do a toast
While you sit across the table tryin to figure out my gross (gross)
You out your mind, if you ain't mind makin (mind makin)
'Cause I ain't got the time for time takin (time takin)
Money doesn't grow on trees but I'm thinkin (but I'm thinkin)
You ain't never seen the millions I'm rakin (millions I'm rakin)
In, get a garbage bag
I be talkin trash, let me throw away my swag (let me throw away my swag)
I be talkin math baby, they be talkin half (half)
I be talkin yacht language, they be talkin raft (raft)
Where you want to fly? Give you wings like Red Bull (Red Bull)
We'll be flyin on the jet skies like Jet Blue
You freaky I could probably give your knees a schedule
You freaky I could probably give your weave it's next pull (woo!)
And I got plenty of sky miles (sky miles)
The four is goin to come after the G, when I'm out (when I'm out)
And she already knowin what I'm 'bout (I'm 'bout)
The paper boy, it's only G's on my route
If you want to (want to), then we can do whatever ('ever)
Whatever is clever or whatever is never (never)
Whatever is green, baby whatever is yellow
That's whatever is G's (cheese), whatever is chedder
I promise the card ain't got a maximum (maximum)
Stacks with 'em, so he goin to have the straps with 'em (straps with 'em)
They be like you look exactly like it's him (it's him)
Car dashin/Kardashian, it looks exactly like a Kim (like a Kim)
I'm in a zone, she ask "can she hold me?" (hold me)
I won't let her, I'm just tryin to score like Kobe (score like Kobe)
And you just tryin to block like goalie (block like goalie)
But I'm a give her D like my first name Moby (first name Moby)
[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
(All around the world, girls all around the world), haha, get 'em
(This goes out to girls all around the world), yeah
(All around the world, girls all around the world), get 'em
(This goes out to girls all around the world), all around the world
(All around the world, all, all around the world), get her
(This goes out to girls all around the world), know what I'm talkin 'bout?? Yeah
(All around the world, all, all around the world)
I know they be tryin to talk about my singing, but (get her)
(This goes out to girls all around the world), let me do it, let's go
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire - singing]
I used to not know why haters would try so hard to hate (why they hatin baby?)
Until I moved up from Ramen Noodles to shrimp and steak
Ewww (I know you like that steak)
Girl (filet mignon)
You can order what you like (haha, it's on me)
You can order what you like (haha, it's on me baby)
'Cause we'll be on a yacht, starin at white beaches and waves (that's what I'm talkin about)
And you'll be tannin topless tellin me you're feelin great
Ewww (you're feelin great baby)
Girl, I'm a help you clear your mind
I'm a help you clear your mind (Chamillitary mayne)
[Verse 3 - Chamillionaire - rapping]
Uh, yeah
She said "Hakeem, we should pause for a quick flick"
Seen my jewels, I remind her of Slick Rick
Dough that'll grow like we heatin up biscuits
Chamill got a mil that's as cheesy as it gets (I don't get it)
Cheddar, Velveeta with the money
I don't break a sweat baby, even if it's sunny
Ladies they love me, I'm Fresh like Doug E.
I hated being broke so I made money my buddy (haha)
I promise I don't say it just to spit it (spit it)
Go to Saint Martin and tell 'em I already did it (did it)
French or the Dutch side, tell me if you with it (with it)
Cook like the Curry goin be finished in a minute
Steak's so large, she goin to say she want to split it (split it)
Passport fool, you would think I run the city (city)
Put me on the stand, I'm like "ah, damn (ah, damn)
I promise there's a witness that saw me gettin in that - pool
Yeah, the Thrilla in Manila (woo)
Thrilla in Manila, naw I'm trilla than Manila
We could catch a flight, maybe we can get a dinner
While I'm bumpin that "Trilla", while I feel ya in the villa (villa)
Business man, do whatever stop no ma'am
BlackBerry's near, always lookin for mo' grands
Ronald Isley is the sound of the slow jam
If sex is a weapon, then I'm ready to go BLAM! (hah)
Get a two day tan
'Cause the other two days, me and you stay in
Turn backwards like Kriss and them used to do they pants
Your homegirl just mad, 'cause her dude ain't Cham
The kid goin to prevail when it come to the skills
Like LL "I be doin it and doin it well"
But right now when I do it, I don't do it for sales (oh yeah?)
When I do what I be doin, I just do it for self (haha)
[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
All around the world, girls all around the world
This goes out to girls all around the world
All around the world, girls all around the world
This goes out to girls all around the world
All around the world, all, all around the world
This goes out to girls all around the world
All around the world, all, all around the world
This goes out to girls all around the world
[Outro - Chamillionaire - talking over the Chorus]
Yeah, we in Dubai on a peninsula baby
Not an island, a peninsula
An island is completely surrounded by water
and a peninsula is almost all the way surrounded by water
Haha, we do it big like that
Hugh Hefner's next door too
What up Hef?
Do It For H Town lyrics - Chamillionaire (feat. Slim Thug, Trae)
[Chorus]
we hear em talking dine
but we still
on the grind
crawlin' slow
tippin' dine
but we do it for h-town
we back up on the rise
feeling good
feeling fine
poppin' trunk
tippin' dine
but we do it for h-town
tell them boys its time to lay it dine
tell tell them boys its time to lay it dine
cause we do it for
cause we do it for
cause we do it for h-town
tell them boys its time to lay it dine
tell tell them boys its time to lay it dine
cause we do it for
cause we do it for
cause we do it for h-town
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Even after the Ozone Awards is over
We still feeling like aint nobody colder
Still throwing twenty inch swangs on the Rover
Candy like they dated twenty fifth of October
Told ya'll to chill wit that instigatin'
You say you from the H and its instant hatin'
We started the trend you imitatin'
These swangas and voughes these isn't daytons
Seen us doing it in Harlem Knights
Say we do it big then you boys is right
Spending more dough than you saw in ya life
And that's just what ya boy spent on the dice
Instigatin' you instigatin' we gon' hold it dine yea ya'll see
Hate won't ever live as long as me
End of the bullet where the karma be
Why you wanna try to come talk to me
Try to ask me if Rick Ross still a G
Journalists need to get up off my D
Him and E-Class always kept it real with me
The rap game looking so childish lately
Told me the industry is bound to break me
Can't let the fakeness dominate me
Step up in the streets say its time to pay me
Aint never been a friend of the industry
I aint never been a friend of the gimmicky
I aint never been good with the chemistry
But let me tell ya'll clowns what its finna be
Texas aint as hot as it was so they say we aint as worth as much
Ringtone rappers actors dancers trappers they just outworking us
50 Cent working way harder baby
and Lil Wayne was working harder too
all of us was getting street paper but that was way before Carter 2
if you from Texas and a Screw head when I wrote this Verse I swear I thought of you
another clique should've came behind us we already showed what working hard
would do payed the price to live the major life but when we hear the hate we tell
boys to chill
Bun B the main Texas rapper holding Texas up right now for real
Pimp passed we should've learned from that we ought to all be helping Bun
rep the trill
Rep the swangs
Rep the paint
Rep the bang
Rep the grill
Seen Pat in a red Lincoln seen Slim Thug in a photo drop
So I had to chop off the roof take a picture of that and call it photo chop
Been riding clean
Since Rodney King
Martin Luther Dream and chrome monoblocks
All of us been repping Texas baby one thing I know is that it sho' don't stop
[Chorus]
we hear em talking dine
but we still
on the grind
crawlin' slow
tippin' dine
but we do it for h-town
we back up on the rise
feeling good
feeling fine
poppin' trunk
tippin' dine
but we do it for h-town
tell them boys its time to lay it dine
tell tell them boys its time to lay it dine
cause we do it for
cause we do it for
cause we do it for h-town
tell them boys its time to lay it dine
tell tell them boys its time to lay it dine
cause we do it for
cause we do it for
cause we do it for h-town
[Verse 2 - Slim Thug]
H-Town nawfside
That's where the boss ride
Haters get ya mouth wide
Ya insides outside
Talking down on my side
Naw we don't play that
Where you say that will be the same place you lay at
We been sipping drank by the pint since way back
We been candy paint on them 4s since they made that
Hop up in my fly ride watch the top lay back
Rather flip a drop 'Lac before I flip a Maybach
Wonder why I say that
I'm so hood
And it aint shit better than this leather and the wood
Got my diamonds looking good and my hand on remote
And I'm tucked in that buck while I float like a boat
Looking clean like soap
Diamond rope on my throat
And I'm feeling presidential please vote for the hope
If we vote for ya hope
Please answer one note
Let us get in mo' dough
Everybody going broke
[Chorus]
we hear em talking dine
but we still
on the grind
crawlin' slow
tippin' dine
but we do it for h-town
we back up on the rise
feeling good
feeling fine
poppin' trunk
tippin' dine
but we do it for h-town
tell them boys its time to lay it dine
tell tell them boys its time to lay it dine
cause we do it for
cause we do it for
cause we do it for h-town
tell them boys its time to lay it dine
tell tell them boys its time to lay it dine
cause we do it for
cause we do it for
cause we do it for h-town
[Verse 3 - Trae]
King of the streets no days no sleep
Paint wet as hell with reptiles on the seats
Trunk got an attitude yelling out when it speak
Pissed off the top it been lost for a week
Slab looking like Shaq by the way it post up
Guaranteed to hit haters no less than close up
Niggas mad cause the south done rose up
Like Yao Ming big swangs on trucks
Find me in the hood on a couple of blocks
With a couple Aks and a couple of Glocks
No work in the trunk for a couple of stops
Duffle bag when I pay away a couple of cops
I dedicate this to Hawk and Pimp C
Moe and Fat Pat, Screw and Lil E
I rep them the same way I rep TDC
If it wasn't for them then what would I be
With diamonds I'ma stay shining bright
H-town all day and all night
I chose the pace to come take the throne
Cause some of these niggas aint living right
We slowed up shit and we changed the game
Copped the old school and we changed the frame
And wave the trunk that reads 'I Am the H'
Anything you saying you better change ya name
[Chorus]
we hear em talking dine
but we still
on the grind
crawlin' slow
tippin' dine
but we do it for h-town
we back up on the rise
feeling good
feeling fine
poppin' trunk
tippin' dine
but we do it for h-town
tell them boys its time to lay it dine
tell tell them boys its time to lay it dine
cause we do it for
cause we do it for
cause we do it for h-town
tell them boys its time to lay it dine
tell tell them boys its time to lay it dine
cause we do it for
cause we do it for
cause we do it for h-town
we hear em talking dine
but we still
on the grind
crawlin' slow
tippin' dine
but we do it for h-town
we back up on the rise
feeling good
feeling fine
poppin' trunk
tippin' dine
but we do it for h-town
tell them boys its time to lay it dine
tell tell them boys its time to lay it dine
cause we do it for
cause we do it for
cause we do it for h-town
tell them boys its time to lay it dine
tell tell them boys its time to lay it dine
cause we do it for
cause we do it for
cause we do it for h-town
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Even after the Ozone Awards is over
We still feeling like aint nobody colder
Still throwing twenty inch swangs on the Rover
Candy like they dated twenty fifth of October
Told ya'll to chill wit that instigatin'
You say you from the H and its instant hatin'
We started the trend you imitatin'
These swangas and voughes these isn't daytons
Seen us doing it in Harlem Knights
Say we do it big then you boys is right
Spending more dough than you saw in ya life
And that's just what ya boy spent on the dice
Instigatin' you instigatin' we gon' hold it dine yea ya'll see
Hate won't ever live as long as me
End of the bullet where the karma be
Why you wanna try to come talk to me
Try to ask me if Rick Ross still a G
Journalists need to get up off my D
Him and E-Class always kept it real with me
The rap game looking so childish lately
Told me the industry is bound to break me
Can't let the fakeness dominate me
Step up in the streets say its time to pay me
Aint never been a friend of the industry
I aint never been a friend of the gimmicky
I aint never been good with the chemistry
But let me tell ya'll clowns what its finna be
Texas aint as hot as it was so they say we aint as worth as much
Ringtone rappers actors dancers trappers they just outworking us
50 Cent working way harder baby
and Lil Wayne was working harder too
all of us was getting street paper but that was way before Carter 2
if you from Texas and a Screw head when I wrote this Verse I swear I thought of you
another clique should've came behind us we already showed what working hard
would do payed the price to live the major life but when we hear the hate we tell
boys to chill
Bun B the main Texas rapper holding Texas up right now for real
Pimp passed we should've learned from that we ought to all be helping Bun
rep the trill
Rep the swangs
Rep the paint
Rep the bang
Rep the grill
Seen Pat in a red Lincoln seen Slim Thug in a photo drop
So I had to chop off the roof take a picture of that and call it photo chop
Been riding clean
Since Rodney King
Martin Luther Dream and chrome monoblocks
All of us been repping Texas baby one thing I know is that it sho' don't stop
[Chorus]
we hear em talking dine
but we still
on the grind
crawlin' slow
tippin' dine
but we do it for h-town
we back up on the rise
feeling good
feeling fine
poppin' trunk
tippin' dine
but we do it for h-town
tell them boys its time to lay it dine
tell tell them boys its time to lay it dine
cause we do it for
cause we do it for
cause we do it for h-town
tell them boys its time to lay it dine
tell tell them boys its time to lay it dine
cause we do it for
cause we do it for
cause we do it for h-town
[Verse 2 - Slim Thug]
H-Town nawfside
That's where the boss ride
Haters get ya mouth wide
Ya insides outside
Talking down on my side
Naw we don't play that
Where you say that will be the same place you lay at
We been sipping drank by the pint since way back
We been candy paint on them 4s since they made that
Hop up in my fly ride watch the top lay back
Rather flip a drop 'Lac before I flip a Maybach
Wonder why I say that
I'm so hood
And it aint shit better than this leather and the wood
Got my diamonds looking good and my hand on remote
And I'm tucked in that buck while I float like a boat
Looking clean like soap
Diamond rope on my throat
And I'm feeling presidential please vote for the hope
If we vote for ya hope
Please answer one note
Let us get in mo' dough
Everybody going broke
[Chorus]
we hear em talking dine
but we still
on the grind
crawlin' slow
tippin' dine
but we do it for h-town
we back up on the rise
feeling good
feeling fine
poppin' trunk
tippin' dine
but we do it for h-town
tell them boys its time to lay it dine
tell tell them boys its time to lay it dine
cause we do it for
cause we do it for
cause we do it for h-town
tell them boys its time to lay it dine
tell tell them boys its time to lay it dine
cause we do it for
cause we do it for
cause we do it for h-town
[Verse 3 - Trae]
King of the streets no days no sleep
Paint wet as hell with reptiles on the seats
Trunk got an attitude yelling out when it speak
Pissed off the top it been lost for a week
Slab looking like Shaq by the way it post up
Guaranteed to hit haters no less than close up
Niggas mad cause the south done rose up
Like Yao Ming big swangs on trucks
Find me in the hood on a couple of blocks
With a couple Aks and a couple of Glocks
No work in the trunk for a couple of stops
Duffle bag when I pay away a couple of cops
I dedicate this to Hawk and Pimp C
Moe and Fat Pat, Screw and Lil E
I rep them the same way I rep TDC
If it wasn't for them then what would I be
With diamonds I'ma stay shining bright
H-town all day and all night
I chose the pace to come take the throne
Cause some of these niggas aint living right
We slowed up shit and we changed the game
Copped the old school and we changed the frame
And wave the trunk that reads 'I Am the H'
Anything you saying you better change ya name
[Chorus]
we hear em talking dine
but we still
on the grind
crawlin' slow
tippin' dine
but we do it for h-town
we back up on the rise
feeling good
feeling fine
poppin' trunk
tippin' dine
but we do it for h-town
tell them boys its time to lay it dine
tell tell them boys its time to lay it dine
cause we do it for
cause we do it for
cause we do it for h-town
tell them boys its time to lay it dine
tell tell them boys its time to lay it dine
cause we do it for
cause we do it for
cause we do it for h-town
Internet Nerds Revenge lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Chamillionaire - playing as an internet blogger nerd]
[typing keyboard]
Logging on to AllHipHop right now and uh..
What is this? Chamillionaire?
Not him again..
[Loud sigh] I can't stand him!
He's probably name-droppin artists 'cause he knows his album bout to drop
You know he's gonna start tryin to diss because he knows he's gonna flop
Eff Chamillionaire! That Carter album is what I'm tryna cop
Chamillionaire thinks he's too smart, and plus I think he sings a lot
See, he is not, nowhere as good as they say he is, I hate that kid!
And if he is, how come his last one didn't do as much as this?
anyways, you gotta act hard to make it in this music biz
And only people who like him is just little white suburban kids
Cause he ain't in the streets, he ain't cookin soft, or sellin bricks
He can't handle beef, he don't know what a two-time felon is
All he talk about is chips, he gotta make a song that's for the chicks
That track with Slick - does he think that I could bust a move to this?!
H-A-H-A LOL, I SWEAR that boy'll never sell
And I just hope he goes to jail, get beat up, stabbed and goes to hell
I KNOW he will! I KNOW he will! 'Cause he don't ever show me skill
I hope they drop him from his deal, that balla rap is overkill
He don't rap the way he used to rap, he rappin 'bout some stupid crap
He be rappin without saying *ISH* and I'm not really used to that
He don't rap 'bout sippin syrup, he don't rep that Houston rap
If I EVER saw him in person, he'd be the rapper that I re-FUSE to dap
Anyway, I heard a rumor; he ain't beefin, what a lame!
He didn't even diss 50 back when 50 Cent called out his name
I asked some girls about him and they told me that they felt the same
So many stans on the internet on his dick and it's an eff'in shame
I'm loggin on to HipHopDX, like, "Who the heck created this?!"
Chamillionaire?! NEGATIVE ONE is what I'm gon' be ratin this
He's not the best, I hate this kid, he couldn't even make my list
If ANYONE says that this is dope, I SWEAR I'll probably take my fist
and punch a hole in this computer, tell the fans to get it straight
Cause last time he dropped a hit was nineteen-ninety-NEVER-eight
That's the reason why I hate on EVERYONE that says he's great
And PLUS he sounds so monotone, his style doesn't ever ELEVATE
I logged on SOH-H just to investigate
I see he tryna drop a mixtape August 27th, WAIT!
Does he think I'ma purchase this? I'd NEVER ever get his tape
Anyways, everytime he does, the CD comes out HELLA late
And plus The Game is droppin then, he shoulda picked a better date
and Texas, they fell off the map, he should be reppin a better state
RZA, GZA, Little Brother, and The Cool Kids way better than him
and he's not even the best from Texas, he's not even better than Slim
I logged on his MySpace page, his song didn't have that many plays
[in whiny voice] 'cause I know that NO ONE cares 'bout ANYTHING he has to say
(Time for supper! [knocks on door])
Huh, what? (What are you doing in there?)
'ey, come on, mom! (Are you jacking off again?)
Close the door! Get out the way!
(Stop it, come eat your broccoli!) NO! NO!
Get out my face please, can't you see I'm on the net?!
(I told you, stay off of those porno sites)
Geez, I'll be out there in a minute, you just need to let me breathe!
(And it's time to take your medication)
STOP IT, MOM! LEAVE! (Come on!)
LEAAAVE, MOM! LEAAAAVE!!
(Stop it boy, I pay the bills in this house!)
[in a pitiful and sobbing tone]
AHHHHH!! I hate my life! I hate my life! I hate that his life ain't my life!
I'm only seventeen, and all I do is sit all day and type!
I cain't believe that Jennifer had the nerve to say I ain't her type!
I hate the smell of broccoli, my mom cain't even make it right!
I give my opinion on blog sites, opinion hate, and say who's nice
'cause I'm too broke to buy CDs, I download 'em and play 'em twice!
I HATE my dad! He disappeared and didn't ever say good night!
I HATE my parents! Hate the world! I'll make sure they all pay the price!!
I WONDER WHAT THE WORLD WILL SAY IF THEY COULD WATCH ME TAKE MY LIFE
I WONDER WHAT THE WORLD WILL SAY IF THEY COULD WATCH ME TAKE MY.. - [gunshot]
{"You got mail!"}
[typing keyboard]
Logging on to AllHipHop right now and uh..
What is this? Chamillionaire?
Not him again..
[Loud sigh] I can't stand him!
He's probably name-droppin artists 'cause he knows his album bout to drop
You know he's gonna start tryin to diss because he knows he's gonna flop
Eff Chamillionaire! That Carter album is what I'm tryna cop
Chamillionaire thinks he's too smart, and plus I think he sings a lot
See, he is not, nowhere as good as they say he is, I hate that kid!
And if he is, how come his last one didn't do as much as this?
anyways, you gotta act hard to make it in this music biz
And only people who like him is just little white suburban kids
Cause he ain't in the streets, he ain't cookin soft, or sellin bricks
He can't handle beef, he don't know what a two-time felon is
All he talk about is chips, he gotta make a song that's for the chicks
That track with Slick - does he think that I could bust a move to this?!
H-A-H-A LOL, I SWEAR that boy'll never sell
And I just hope he goes to jail, get beat up, stabbed and goes to hell
I KNOW he will! I KNOW he will! 'Cause he don't ever show me skill
I hope they drop him from his deal, that balla rap is overkill
He don't rap the way he used to rap, he rappin 'bout some stupid crap
He be rappin without saying *ISH* and I'm not really used to that
He don't rap 'bout sippin syrup, he don't rep that Houston rap
If I EVER saw him in person, he'd be the rapper that I re-FUSE to dap
Anyway, I heard a rumor; he ain't beefin, what a lame!
He didn't even diss 50 back when 50 Cent called out his name
I asked some girls about him and they told me that they felt the same
So many stans on the internet on his dick and it's an eff'in shame
I'm loggin on to HipHopDX, like, "Who the heck created this?!"
Chamillionaire?! NEGATIVE ONE is what I'm gon' be ratin this
He's not the best, I hate this kid, he couldn't even make my list
If ANYONE says that this is dope, I SWEAR I'll probably take my fist
and punch a hole in this computer, tell the fans to get it straight
Cause last time he dropped a hit was nineteen-ninety-NEVER-eight
That's the reason why I hate on EVERYONE that says he's great
And PLUS he sounds so monotone, his style doesn't ever ELEVATE
I logged on SOH-H just to investigate
I see he tryna drop a mixtape August 27th, WAIT!
Does he think I'ma purchase this? I'd NEVER ever get his tape
Anyways, everytime he does, the CD comes out HELLA late
And plus The Game is droppin then, he shoulda picked a better date
and Texas, they fell off the map, he should be reppin a better state
RZA, GZA, Little Brother, and The Cool Kids way better than him
and he's not even the best from Texas, he's not even better than Slim
I logged on his MySpace page, his song didn't have that many plays
[in whiny voice] 'cause I know that NO ONE cares 'bout ANYTHING he has to say
(Time for supper! [knocks on door])
Huh, what? (What are you doing in there?)
'ey, come on, mom! (Are you jacking off again?)
Close the door! Get out the way!
(Stop it, come eat your broccoli!) NO! NO!
Get out my face please, can't you see I'm on the net?!
(I told you, stay off of those porno sites)
Geez, I'll be out there in a minute, you just need to let me breathe!
(And it's time to take your medication)
STOP IT, MOM! LEAVE! (Come on!)
LEAAAVE, MOM! LEAAAAVE!!
(Stop it boy, I pay the bills in this house!)
[in a pitiful and sobbing tone]
AHHHHH!! I hate my life! I hate my life! I hate that his life ain't my life!
I'm only seventeen, and all I do is sit all day and type!
I cain't believe that Jennifer had the nerve to say I ain't her type!
I hate the smell of broccoli, my mom cain't even make it right!
I give my opinion on blog sites, opinion hate, and say who's nice
'cause I'm too broke to buy CDs, I download 'em and play 'em twice!
I HATE my dad! He disappeared and didn't ever say good night!
I HATE my parents! Hate the world! I'll make sure they all pay the price!!
I WONDER WHAT THE WORLD WILL SAY IF THEY COULD WATCH ME TAKE MY LIFE
I WONDER WHAT THE WORLD WILL SAY IF THEY COULD WATCH ME TAKE MY.. - [gunshot]
{"You got mail!"}
Fire lyrics - Chamillionaire (feat. Famous)
(Naw for real though, I know what y'all been waitin for)
(Don't trip, I got it)
(Fire!)
[Chorus - Chamillionaire - w/ ad libs]
"Say that you want fire, come hire the Messiah"
"You say that you want fire, come hire the Messiah"
"You say that you want fire, want fire, want fire"
"You say that you want fire, come hire the Messiah"
"You say that you want fire, come hire the Messiah"
"Say that you want fire, come hire the Messiah"
"Say that you want fire, come hire the Messiah"
"You say that you want fire, want fire, want fire"
[Chamillionaire - talking behind Chorus]
Haha (hmmm)
(I got that) fire
I got a little fire too
You know what I'm talkin about? (hmmm)
Yeah, (they want that, they want that) fire
Okay I'll tell you what
You be Koopa, I'm a be Hollywood Jackson (ch-cheah)
I'll be Famous
You ready? You sing the hook and everything (woo!)
(Fire!), let's get it man
[Verse 1 - Famous]
Man they say they want that heat, man they say they want that beat
In they trunk (yeah), I fuck with niggaz who got drama for the heat
To that punk like fuck you gon' do when a nigga run up on you
Put that (fire) to your ass, got you runnin out your own shoes (fire, fire, fire)
Zone 2, when I'm out in the A (A, what's up?)
And stay draped up in drips, so they know I don't play (you know I don't play)
Spittin (fire), but they sayin little shorty okay (yeah)
Told them suckers I'm the best and you probably are gay (Famous)
[laughing], say I really miss Pimp C
Them simps be cappin, but really slackin mentally (yeah)
Why you doin all that actin baby? It's me
Hollywood Jackson, I'm a pass 'em, I'm a switch speeds (yeah)
Spillin drink on my shirt, I don't switch T's
I can do that like Flip nigga, this T (what's up boy?)
E-X, we stressed, we next, we best
Spittin fire 'til there's no mics left
[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
[Chamillionaire - talking behind Chorus]
Yeah
I know, they want that (fire)
That's what's up baby
Chamillitary is the, they want that, they want that (fire)
Name that's runnin the game (hmmm)
Name that's runnin the game (they want that fire)
You know I got that fire baby
Hakeem (hmmm), King Koopa baby, hey (let's go)
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
I hope y'all countin all the fire verses I done produced (produced)
They said you break it then you buy it, so I'm buyin this booth (woo!)
Puttin the 26's on and sit so high in the coupe
You hold your hand up in the air, it still ain't high as my roof (the truth)
In the club the bartender said he ain't gettin bread (what?)
That's when I pulled the twenty stack out, like "I heard what you said!" (you said)
I jump over this bar, hit you in your tender head
Forget your name, they gon' call your bartender instead (ha!)
What the heck you talkin about? I'm gettin millis for really
While y'all be lip-syncin millis like your Milli Vanilli (woo!)
You would think it was Obama movin into the city
I'm in a Presidential Suite, a little bigger than Diddy's (P. Diddy)
SUV glidin, you know I'm a take the player route
I be talkin money, cause that's always what I'm thinkin 'bout (real)
Money so Swiss, got it sittin in a bank account
I can't take it out, cause it will probably cause the bank to bounce (boing)
Bungee cord (yeah), don't want to see my money bored
We should count it all, let's chop it up, just like a hunting sword (woo!)
Monopoly, I got a little money boy
Got a lot of millions, but you know I need a hundred more
Left the Swishahouse and took the solo steps
Lost some partners and they say that I got no more left (oh yeah?)
Ben Franklin still my homie, baby slow your rep
It's like Jermaine Dupri is me and I am So So Def (fire!)
If you ain't talkin money hunnie
[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
(Fire!)
[Female voice:] Chamillitary mayne
(Don't trip, I got it)
(Fire!)
[Chorus - Chamillionaire - w/ ad libs]
"Say that you want fire, come hire the Messiah"
"You say that you want fire, come hire the Messiah"
"You say that you want fire, want fire, want fire"
"You say that you want fire, come hire the Messiah"
"You say that you want fire, come hire the Messiah"
"Say that you want fire, come hire the Messiah"
"Say that you want fire, come hire the Messiah"
"You say that you want fire, want fire, want fire"
[Chamillionaire - talking behind Chorus]
Haha (hmmm)
(I got that) fire
I got a little fire too
You know what I'm talkin about? (hmmm)
Yeah, (they want that, they want that) fire
Okay I'll tell you what
You be Koopa, I'm a be Hollywood Jackson (ch-cheah)
I'll be Famous
You ready? You sing the hook and everything (woo!)
(Fire!), let's get it man
[Verse 1 - Famous]
Man they say they want that heat, man they say they want that beat
In they trunk (yeah), I fuck with niggaz who got drama for the heat
To that punk like fuck you gon' do when a nigga run up on you
Put that (fire) to your ass, got you runnin out your own shoes (fire, fire, fire)
Zone 2, when I'm out in the A (A, what's up?)
And stay draped up in drips, so they know I don't play (you know I don't play)
Spittin (fire), but they sayin little shorty okay (yeah)
Told them suckers I'm the best and you probably are gay (Famous)
[laughing], say I really miss Pimp C
Them simps be cappin, but really slackin mentally (yeah)
Why you doin all that actin baby? It's me
Hollywood Jackson, I'm a pass 'em, I'm a switch speeds (yeah)
Spillin drink on my shirt, I don't switch T's
I can do that like Flip nigga, this T (what's up boy?)
E-X, we stressed, we next, we best
Spittin fire 'til there's no mics left
[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
[Chamillionaire - talking behind Chorus]
Yeah
I know, they want that (fire)
That's what's up baby
Chamillitary is the, they want that, they want that (fire)
Name that's runnin the game (hmmm)
Name that's runnin the game (they want that fire)
You know I got that fire baby
Hakeem (hmmm), King Koopa baby, hey (let's go)
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
I hope y'all countin all the fire verses I done produced (produced)
They said you break it then you buy it, so I'm buyin this booth (woo!)
Puttin the 26's on and sit so high in the coupe
You hold your hand up in the air, it still ain't high as my roof (the truth)
In the club the bartender said he ain't gettin bread (what?)
That's when I pulled the twenty stack out, like "I heard what you said!" (you said)
I jump over this bar, hit you in your tender head
Forget your name, they gon' call your bartender instead (ha!)
What the heck you talkin about? I'm gettin millis for really
While y'all be lip-syncin millis like your Milli Vanilli (woo!)
You would think it was Obama movin into the city
I'm in a Presidential Suite, a little bigger than Diddy's (P. Diddy)
SUV glidin, you know I'm a take the player route
I be talkin money, cause that's always what I'm thinkin 'bout (real)
Money so Swiss, got it sittin in a bank account
I can't take it out, cause it will probably cause the bank to bounce (boing)
Bungee cord (yeah), don't want to see my money bored
We should count it all, let's chop it up, just like a hunting sword (woo!)
Monopoly, I got a little money boy
Got a lot of millions, but you know I need a hundred more
Left the Swishahouse and took the solo steps
Lost some partners and they say that I got no more left (oh yeah?)
Ben Franklin still my homie, baby slow your rep
It's like Jermaine Dupri is me and I am So So Def (fire!)
If you ain't talkin money hunnie
[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
(Fire!)
[Female voice:] Chamillitary mayne
Hero lyrics - Chamillionaire
I'm ready to get it started
You betta tell em the hardest
You hate on me then you retarded
I'm a get mine reguardless
I'm seein the rap the games needin me to come back to the mixtapes
And relieve them
Fans geekin Rap sales peakin hey in need of someone to believe in
I'm seein that they ain't me I'll wreck pollo beat for no apparent reason
And I think it's huntin season
So I'm cockin back and squeezin
Look at the fans talkin bout who spit better lines
I don't know what they doin but Prepare for mines
I don't just spit a line better than kevin federline
You better tell I'm really better than who ever rhyme
Hold up let me out this chair
Hear ya'll talkin bout ya hustles ain't no profit there
Hear ya talkin bout ya deals but that ain't profit square
Ya'll get lil royalties I get profit share
So um What up 50, what up buck what up lupe what game
What up jeezy, luda what up Ti what up wayne
Just cause I say they name don't mean I'm insane
Cause I'm shoutin out all the artists that make me step up my game
If I say I'm better than 50 his fans gonna complain
If I say I'm better than wayne his fans will do the same
I don't wanna ruffle feathers so maybe I should explain
Maybe it's MOE Me over Everythang
I'm better than you know who so better that it's a shame
I'm better than lil mama I'm better lil zane
I'm better than lil blang imbead it in your brain
I'm better than every rapper that rap with a lil name
You should be pissed that I'm pissed
I know some of my past records was a hit or miss
Don't try to twist up my ish and twist it into a diss
If you gon twist up what said then you should twist it this
Lauren London can get kissed on the lips
And bill O' Reilly and Don Imus can get hit with a fist
Hakeem I'm the dream stop missin the swish
And MTV my name is what ya missed on the list
Wait let me rewind I really don't want them
To think I'm tryin to diss I realy just want them
To know I'm not the type that will take lauren to london
Matter fact lauren be lucky if I take her to lunch man
It's the king of the hill from the land trill
What up Elise can't you see I'm Movin in for the Kill
Either I could drop one song a year like a skillz
Or we could get off in the streets it's time to pay these bills
Gas prices gettin high and I'm knowin I got a fleet
I'm Skinny than a mutha I'm knowin I gotta eat
So any rapper out here that no that they got a beat
Better never ever allow the instrumental to leak
I'm in the studio everyday and I'm lettin em loose
Black and decker in the trunk it ain't nothin but tools
Wanna run a money marathon it ain't nothin to prove
My closet lookin like a stadium it's nothin but shoes
J millz I ain't forgot about the cover you Gave me
I appreciate it G I'm still one of them crazy
Rebels out the texas and I'm runnin em daily
Now I'm back off in the streets like F u pay me
For jackin the texas swagger famous hand me the dagger
Nah nevermind cause these fakers don't even matter
Mixtape messiah 4 august 27th
And this just a throw away
I got a drive full of em let's go
Yea they get offended by words but You can tell it's fear
They say ball til you fall the fall is never near
They all say that they ball but Who you tellin dear
I manage a whole lotta money like kenneth crear
Manage a whole lotta money like shaka zulu
You think that I ain't good at ramen you out ya noodle
Safe sex mayne ya label tryin to prostitute you
I'm on the grind up earlier than the cockadoodle
What up killer mike it's grind time mayne
Rap game in my aim I'm like bang bang bang
Only rappers gettin mad the ones who Can't maintain
Now the rap is gettin back to the mixtapes mayne
First they tried to hate when I left said I'm history
Came back they tellin me they miss me
Twenty g's for this watch are you sick G
A .com on my arm this is 50
Hataz talkin actin like they some motormouths
And I'm a automatic start and turn ya motor off
Crib big mtv can't even show the house
Cause it would take 30 minutes for them to show the couch
F sales (what ya mean) bank account is great
Wreckin it since 98 and never took a break
Until recently throwin my rob back in the lake
Rap game tried to give me kibbles till I took the stake
Stop barkin baby I'm not starvin
Gettin bucks you crazy I'm millwalkin
Ya concience is talkin about caution
Slit ya wrist (slit) I'm Sharper than al sharpton
Koopa -Easy
You betta tell em the hardest
You hate on me then you retarded
I'm a get mine reguardless
I'm seein the rap the games needin me to come back to the mixtapes
And relieve them
Fans geekin Rap sales peakin hey in need of someone to believe in
I'm seein that they ain't me I'll wreck pollo beat for no apparent reason
And I think it's huntin season
So I'm cockin back and squeezin
Look at the fans talkin bout who spit better lines
I don't know what they doin but Prepare for mines
I don't just spit a line better than kevin federline
You better tell I'm really better than who ever rhyme
Hold up let me out this chair
Hear ya'll talkin bout ya hustles ain't no profit there
Hear ya talkin bout ya deals but that ain't profit square
Ya'll get lil royalties I get profit share
So um What up 50, what up buck what up lupe what game
What up jeezy, luda what up Ti what up wayne
Just cause I say they name don't mean I'm insane
Cause I'm shoutin out all the artists that make me step up my game
If I say I'm better than 50 his fans gonna complain
If I say I'm better than wayne his fans will do the same
I don't wanna ruffle feathers so maybe I should explain
Maybe it's MOE Me over Everythang
I'm better than you know who so better that it's a shame
I'm better than lil mama I'm better lil zane
I'm better than lil blang imbead it in your brain
I'm better than every rapper that rap with a lil name
You should be pissed that I'm pissed
I know some of my past records was a hit or miss
Don't try to twist up my ish and twist it into a diss
If you gon twist up what said then you should twist it this
Lauren London can get kissed on the lips
And bill O' Reilly and Don Imus can get hit with a fist
Hakeem I'm the dream stop missin the swish
And MTV my name is what ya missed on the list
Wait let me rewind I really don't want them
To think I'm tryin to diss I realy just want them
To know I'm not the type that will take lauren to london
Matter fact lauren be lucky if I take her to lunch man
It's the king of the hill from the land trill
What up Elise can't you see I'm Movin in for the Kill
Either I could drop one song a year like a skillz
Or we could get off in the streets it's time to pay these bills
Gas prices gettin high and I'm knowin I got a fleet
I'm Skinny than a mutha I'm knowin I gotta eat
So any rapper out here that no that they got a beat
Better never ever allow the instrumental to leak
I'm in the studio everyday and I'm lettin em loose
Black and decker in the trunk it ain't nothin but tools
Wanna run a money marathon it ain't nothin to prove
My closet lookin like a stadium it's nothin but shoes
J millz I ain't forgot about the cover you Gave me
I appreciate it G I'm still one of them crazy
Rebels out the texas and I'm runnin em daily
Now I'm back off in the streets like F u pay me
For jackin the texas swagger famous hand me the dagger
Nah nevermind cause these fakers don't even matter
Mixtape messiah 4 august 27th
And this just a throw away
I got a drive full of em let's go
Yea they get offended by words but You can tell it's fear
They say ball til you fall the fall is never near
They all say that they ball but Who you tellin dear
I manage a whole lotta money like kenneth crear
Manage a whole lotta money like shaka zulu
You think that I ain't good at ramen you out ya noodle
Safe sex mayne ya label tryin to prostitute you
I'm on the grind up earlier than the cockadoodle
What up killer mike it's grind time mayne
Rap game in my aim I'm like bang bang bang
Only rappers gettin mad the ones who Can't maintain
Now the rap is gettin back to the mixtapes mayne
First they tried to hate when I left said I'm history
Came back they tellin me they miss me
Twenty g's for this watch are you sick G
A .com on my arm this is 50
Hataz talkin actin like they some motormouths
And I'm a automatic start and turn ya motor off
Crib big mtv can't even show the house
Cause it would take 30 minutes for them to show the couch
F sales (what ya mean) bank account is great
Wreckin it since 98 and never took a break
Until recently throwin my rob back in the lake
Rap game tried to give me kibbles till I took the stake
Stop barkin baby I'm not starvin
Gettin bucks you crazy I'm millwalkin
Ya concience is talkin about caution
Slit ya wrist (slit) I'm Sharper than al sharpton
Koopa -Easy
My Dream lyrics - Chamillionaire (feat. Akon)
[Intro - Akon (Chamillionaire)]
See I remember I was just loner
(I was just a loner, I was just a loner)
(But I told them haters) "Look at me!"
(I dream, you Dream, We all Dream big dreams)
(I dream, you Dream, We all Dream big dreams)
I'm on top permanently but I stay in the streets (Harmony baby)
And I won't stop bringin that heat
It's my dream (I said it's my dream)
I said it's my dream... ooh
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Big as Barack Obama soon as he hit that podium
Always speakin that real these rappers is Nickelodeons
Say he ain't got the streets look at them killers voting him
Periodically charting music be mixed with sodium (chemistry)
See they hate him and they love him like he Kobe
And he just be getting money while haters be out there promoting him
Pick a Mixtape Messiah then open it and you'll notice him
Cuz he be talkin trash like he want to be a custodian
The God of mixtapes make sure that your kids blessed
You think that I sweat money the way that the kid dress
Show them I get checks just look at the wrist (Yes!)
My jewels the color of urine just give me a piss test
I'm so unsanitary my heater is in a corner
Diamonds always exposed I roll with that Arizona
Heater be hibernating come wake it up if you wanna
Doctor resuscitating to wake you up from a coma (Clear!)
Same channel no it sure can't be I'm so HD and you just so ain't me
Album coming soon just like o-k-c money music to my ears DO-RE-MI (Haha)
Ridin with no rims I call it t-shirt with no panties on
Threw some rims on it now it got some chrome pajamas on
Pull up to the club no we ain't gonna make it belly storm
It's going to be a 100 percent chance of rain on every arm
Killin the mic you ain't half as dope
I'm the coldest underground need a casket coat
I'm bout to snatch the whole game from you bastards
So I'll probably write my next verse on a ransom note goodbye
[Chorus - Akon (Chamillionaire)]
Yall remember I was just a loner hanging on the corner (Corner)
Now take look at me (Look at me)
Big bossin steady stackin chips never thought that I would see this shit
Now I'm on top permanently but I stay in the streets
And I won't stop bringin that heat
It's my dream (I said it's my dream)
I said it's my dream... ooh
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
Standing up to drama my posture is like a mobster
Frazier to a hater I'll box you like a boxer
Money don't change my thoughts you're an imposter
Thought you passed me but I caught you like I gotcha
Koopa my metaphor is a metaphor
That symbolizes each metaphor like a metal door (Hard!)
And yall need to put up a better score
We making A's and we grading you with the letter four
I mean the letter F-O-U-R
Tryin to say you a G?! I'm like Oh-you-are?
Don't be talkin all them lies like I don't know you boy
Don't be talkin all them lies like I can't show you boy (Yea)
Put your money up and you can really get beat
Like blacks getting pulled over by Philly police
I just made a Hundred thousand to put in my piece
In what seems like a year but it was really a week
Ain't Lil Troy but I wanted to be a "baller"
Money on the line let me holler at the caller
Bow to the man forgiveness from the Father
For waking my eye at one of Reverend Run's daughters
Koopa and they respecting it highly
I came in to the game they did their best to deny me
Hungry CEO success is salami
Success was on the sandwich and it was yellin out "Try me!"
After that Ra-ta-ta-ta murder she wrote
K-Slay and DJ Drama said "I heard that he dope"
Chamillionaire.com done the fanbase is a cult
L-M-A-O your fanbase is a joke (Haha!)
Laugh while I bask stacks of that cash
Every time I wreck so they ask for that crash
See the airbag, the Jag, the lac cash
Try to say that I be preaching well pastor is now mad
I'll make Reverend Run move and that a step to the left
Cuz I'm the best of both me's that's the best and the best
It's the Mixtape God put the rest of them to rest
Press pause for the Gob and confess that your blessed
[Chorus - Akon (Chamillionaire)]
Yall remember I was just a loner hanging on the corner (Corner)
Now take look at me (Look at me)
Big bossin steady stackin chips never thought that I would see this shit
Now I'm on top permanently but I stay in the streets
And I won't stop bringin that heat
It's my dream (I said it's my dream)
I said it's my dream... ooh
See I remember I was just loner
(I was just a loner, I was just a loner)
(But I told them haters) "Look at me!"
(I dream, you Dream, We all Dream big dreams)
(I dream, you Dream, We all Dream big dreams)
I'm on top permanently but I stay in the streets (Harmony baby)
And I won't stop bringin that heat
It's my dream (I said it's my dream)
I said it's my dream... ooh
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Big as Barack Obama soon as he hit that podium
Always speakin that real these rappers is Nickelodeons
Say he ain't got the streets look at them killers voting him
Periodically charting music be mixed with sodium (chemistry)
See they hate him and they love him like he Kobe
And he just be getting money while haters be out there promoting him
Pick a Mixtape Messiah then open it and you'll notice him
Cuz he be talkin trash like he want to be a custodian
The God of mixtapes make sure that your kids blessed
You think that I sweat money the way that the kid dress
Show them I get checks just look at the wrist (Yes!)
My jewels the color of urine just give me a piss test
I'm so unsanitary my heater is in a corner
Diamonds always exposed I roll with that Arizona
Heater be hibernating come wake it up if you wanna
Doctor resuscitating to wake you up from a coma (Clear!)
Same channel no it sure can't be I'm so HD and you just so ain't me
Album coming soon just like o-k-c money music to my ears DO-RE-MI (Haha)
Ridin with no rims I call it t-shirt with no panties on
Threw some rims on it now it got some chrome pajamas on
Pull up to the club no we ain't gonna make it belly storm
It's going to be a 100 percent chance of rain on every arm
Killin the mic you ain't half as dope
I'm the coldest underground need a casket coat
I'm bout to snatch the whole game from you bastards
So I'll probably write my next verse on a ransom note goodbye
[Chorus - Akon (Chamillionaire)]
Yall remember I was just a loner hanging on the corner (Corner)
Now take look at me (Look at me)
Big bossin steady stackin chips never thought that I would see this shit
Now I'm on top permanently but I stay in the streets
And I won't stop bringin that heat
It's my dream (I said it's my dream)
I said it's my dream... ooh
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
Standing up to drama my posture is like a mobster
Frazier to a hater I'll box you like a boxer
Money don't change my thoughts you're an imposter
Thought you passed me but I caught you like I gotcha
Koopa my metaphor is a metaphor
That symbolizes each metaphor like a metal door (Hard!)
And yall need to put up a better score
We making A's and we grading you with the letter four
I mean the letter F-O-U-R
Tryin to say you a G?! I'm like Oh-you-are?
Don't be talkin all them lies like I don't know you boy
Don't be talkin all them lies like I can't show you boy (Yea)
Put your money up and you can really get beat
Like blacks getting pulled over by Philly police
I just made a Hundred thousand to put in my piece
In what seems like a year but it was really a week
Ain't Lil Troy but I wanted to be a "baller"
Money on the line let me holler at the caller
Bow to the man forgiveness from the Father
For waking my eye at one of Reverend Run's daughters
Koopa and they respecting it highly
I came in to the game they did their best to deny me
Hungry CEO success is salami
Success was on the sandwich and it was yellin out "Try me!"
After that Ra-ta-ta-ta murder she wrote
K-Slay and DJ Drama said "I heard that he dope"
Chamillionaire.com done the fanbase is a cult
L-M-A-O your fanbase is a joke (Haha!)
Laugh while I bask stacks of that cash
Every time I wreck so they ask for that crash
See the airbag, the Jag, the lac cash
Try to say that I be preaching well pastor is now mad
I'll make Reverend Run move and that a step to the left
Cuz I'm the best of both me's that's the best and the best
It's the Mixtape God put the rest of them to rest
Press pause for the Gob and confess that your blessed
[Chorus - Akon (Chamillionaire)]
Yall remember I was just a loner hanging on the corner (Corner)
Now take look at me (Look at me)
Big bossin steady stackin chips never thought that I would see this shit
Now I'm on top permanently but I stay in the streets
And I won't stop bringin that heat
It's my dream (I said it's my dream)
I said it's my dream... ooh
Not Your Baby lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Phone Conversation]
[Chamillionaire:] Hello?
[Woman:] What you doing?
[Chamillionaire:] I'm on the other line talkin business
[Woman:] Uhh, no you're not
[Chamillionaire:] No, I'm on a conference call, real talk
[Woman:] You're not on a conference call
[Chamillionaire:] I am on a conference call
[Woman:] Look, you don't ever answer the phone
Can you like give me your other phone number?
[Chamillionaire:] Didn't you call me like fifteen minutes ago anyways?
My line been beepin for the last hour, I know that's you callin
[Woman:] That's cause I want to talk to you, and you like, you never answer when I call this number
And I know that like other people have the other number
Like that's your main number that you answer
So I want that number, so I can call you
[Chamillionaire:] Cause you don't be havin anything to talk about
[Woman:] Dude, stop saying that, you just not on the phone with anybody
[Chamillionaire:] I'm busy, okay
[Woman:] I mean I am understand if you're working, that's fine
Like you know, give me the number and I'll you know, call you back a little bit later
[Chamillionaire:] Alright, look, write this down, 832-514-4730
[Woman:] Okay
[Chamillionaire:] I mean, I'm a call you back anyways
[Woman:] And you're gonna call me right back?
[Chamillionaire:] I'm a call you right back
[Woman:] Okay
[Chamillionaire:] Peace
[Woman:] Thanks
Bye
[Chamillionaire:] Psyche
[Chamillionaire:] Hello?
[Woman:] What you doing?
[Chamillionaire:] I'm on the other line talkin business
[Woman:] Uhh, no you're not
[Chamillionaire:] No, I'm on a conference call, real talk
[Woman:] You're not on a conference call
[Chamillionaire:] I am on a conference call
[Woman:] Look, you don't ever answer the phone
Can you like give me your other phone number?
[Chamillionaire:] Didn't you call me like fifteen minutes ago anyways?
My line been beepin for the last hour, I know that's you callin
[Woman:] That's cause I want to talk to you, and you like, you never answer when I call this number
And I know that like other people have the other number
Like that's your main number that you answer
So I want that number, so I can call you
[Chamillionaire:] Cause you don't be havin anything to talk about
[Woman:] Dude, stop saying that, you just not on the phone with anybody
[Chamillionaire:] I'm busy, okay
[Woman:] I mean I am understand if you're working, that's fine
Like you know, give me the number and I'll you know, call you back a little bit later
[Chamillionaire:] Alright, look, write this down, 832-514-4730
[Woman:] Okay
[Chamillionaire:] I mean, I'm a call you back anyways
[Woman:] And you're gonna call me right back?
[Chamillionaire:] I'm a call you right back
[Woman:] Okay
[Chamillionaire:] Peace
[Woman:] Thanks
Bye
[Chamillionaire:] Psyche
Answer Machine 3 lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Intro - Chamillionaire]
You just reached the answer machine
When you call me, I'm never answerin
Umm, I be always hustlin, so that's the reason that I'm gone
So maybe you will understand, why I can't pick up the phone
(Leave a message)
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Yes she's a pro (pro), sex and a slow (slow)
American Idol, a professional show (woo)
Givin you a vote and it's impressive to know
When she open her mouth that she was destined to blow (whoa)
How you tell me you ain't impressed with my dough?
This ain't the type of money you done messed with before
Stretchin the dough (dough), best with the flow (flow)
Sick the way I spit, they say I'm blessed with a cold
Touchin your body, leave your flesh with a glow
Chasin the Pussycat and tryin to get with Nicole
Really that's a myth, my confession is no (no)
Really I'm on the grind and tryin to get with the dough (dough)
Game's to be sold, can you dig what I'm sellin?
If it's a crime, they gon' say that I'm felon
Sexual eruption, you eruptin like seven
While I'm singin out, I just want to +F You+ like Devin
Lights, cameras, action, I hope you're not Ellen
Talk show, is exactly what you're not gettin
Money's my cologne and the scent that I'm smellin
So gold diggin women say my scent is like heaven, heaven, heaven
Shocked when I knocked her
Love my company, but that's a Gamble like Proctor
Before your boyfriend sneak up on you like 'got ya!' (got ya)
Better straighten up like posture
[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
I'm not your - baby
Your baby, your baby, your baby
I'm not your - baby
Your baby, your baby, your baby
And you so - crazy
So crazy, so crazy, so crazy
And you so - crazy
So crazyyyyy
You really need to stop callin my phone
[Break - Woman - talking]
Hello?
So why are you not answerin the phone
You said you were going to call me right back
And it's been like a minute and a half
And I don't know why you would say you would call me right back
If right back, isn't right back
I mean when I say I'm going to call you right back
I call you right, back
And I mean I just don't understand why your not answering the phone
If you don't want to talk to me
It's like why ...
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
Errr, message erased, got to get to the cake
You actin like a billion is easy to make
Other rappers out there tryin to get an estate
That's a house, while I'm out tryin to get me a state
Uh, so now you tryin to get all of my case
And I just met you last week, you should try brakes
Slow yourself down, now I'm ready to migrate
Should have never hit you back on myspace
(I'm not your baby)
[Break - Woman - talking]
So I'm, I'm still waitin for you to call me back
I don't know what you're doing
What you're not doing, who you're with
Like, you need to talk to me, okay?
We need some, we have to talk about some things
I miss you, I haven't seen you
It's been like, three days
And I just want to know where you are
I just want to hear your voice
You know like, you have no idea how it makes me feel
Knowing that your doing, whatever your doing
You know, and, and your not checking on me
And I'm checking on you
I want somebody to call me
The way I call you, I mean I can ...
[Verse 3 - Chamillionaire]
Errr, message erased, you ain't even my chick (chick)
And three days ago, you saw the profile pic (pic)
On the internet, talkin like you legit
And a Stan is a man, but you must be a Sis
Better bother Rapper Rick, or go call K.J.
Better call Masa or pick up May Bay
Go and call Tyson or go call Ray J
Call Hurricane and he might say (A Bay Bay)
[Outro - Operator Recording]
"The number you have reached is not in service at this time
And there is no new number
Please be sure you have checked the telephone directory for the right number
And you are dialing correctly
This is a recording
If you need help, you need help, hang up, hang up
And then di, and then di, and then di" [echo]
[Female voice:] Chamillitary mayne
You just reached the answer machine
When you call me, I'm never answerin
Umm, I be always hustlin, so that's the reason that I'm gone
So maybe you will understand, why I can't pick up the phone
(Leave a message)
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Yes she's a pro (pro), sex and a slow (slow)
American Idol, a professional show (woo)
Givin you a vote and it's impressive to know
When she open her mouth that she was destined to blow (whoa)
How you tell me you ain't impressed with my dough?
This ain't the type of money you done messed with before
Stretchin the dough (dough), best with the flow (flow)
Sick the way I spit, they say I'm blessed with a cold
Touchin your body, leave your flesh with a glow
Chasin the Pussycat and tryin to get with Nicole
Really that's a myth, my confession is no (no)
Really I'm on the grind and tryin to get with the dough (dough)
Game's to be sold, can you dig what I'm sellin?
If it's a crime, they gon' say that I'm felon
Sexual eruption, you eruptin like seven
While I'm singin out, I just want to +F You+ like Devin
Lights, cameras, action, I hope you're not Ellen
Talk show, is exactly what you're not gettin
Money's my cologne and the scent that I'm smellin
So gold diggin women say my scent is like heaven, heaven, heaven
Shocked when I knocked her
Love my company, but that's a Gamble like Proctor
Before your boyfriend sneak up on you like 'got ya!' (got ya)
Better straighten up like posture
[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
I'm not your - baby
Your baby, your baby, your baby
I'm not your - baby
Your baby, your baby, your baby
And you so - crazy
So crazy, so crazy, so crazy
And you so - crazy
So crazyyyyy
You really need to stop callin my phone
[Break - Woman - talking]
Hello?
So why are you not answerin the phone
You said you were going to call me right back
And it's been like a minute and a half
And I don't know why you would say you would call me right back
If right back, isn't right back
I mean when I say I'm going to call you right back
I call you right, back
And I mean I just don't understand why your not answering the phone
If you don't want to talk to me
It's like why ...
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
Errr, message erased, got to get to the cake
You actin like a billion is easy to make
Other rappers out there tryin to get an estate
That's a house, while I'm out tryin to get me a state
Uh, so now you tryin to get all of my case
And I just met you last week, you should try brakes
Slow yourself down, now I'm ready to migrate
Should have never hit you back on myspace
(I'm not your baby)
[Break - Woman - talking]
So I'm, I'm still waitin for you to call me back
I don't know what you're doing
What you're not doing, who you're with
Like, you need to talk to me, okay?
We need some, we have to talk about some things
I miss you, I haven't seen you
It's been like, three days
And I just want to know where you are
I just want to hear your voice
You know like, you have no idea how it makes me feel
Knowing that your doing, whatever your doing
You know, and, and your not checking on me
And I'm checking on you
I want somebody to call me
The way I call you, I mean I can ...
[Verse 3 - Chamillionaire]
Errr, message erased, you ain't even my chick (chick)
And three days ago, you saw the profile pic (pic)
On the internet, talkin like you legit
And a Stan is a man, but you must be a Sis
Better bother Rapper Rick, or go call K.J.
Better call Masa or pick up May Bay
Go and call Tyson or go call Ray J
Call Hurricane and he might say (A Bay Bay)
[Outro - Operator Recording]
"The number you have reached is not in service at this time
And there is no new number
Please be sure you have checked the telephone directory for the right number
And you are dialing correctly
This is a recording
If you need help, you need help, hang up, hang up
And then di, and then di, and then di" [echo]
[Female voice:] Chamillitary mayne
The Greatest lyrics - Chamillionaire
My cool is so cool, my smooth is so smooth
Whoo! Whoo! You in the presence of the... Chamillitary Mayne, Chamillitary Mayne
Let me repeat myself, you in the presence of the finest - Koopa!
The King Koopa, King Koopa, King Koopa, King Koopa
Oh, I'm feelin like Ali
I'ma always be the greatest, you can hate on me
Uh, uh, uh, I always stay on the flight, it's just the way I'm livin
That's what I'm doin tonight, I never say I'm chillin
Look how I get on the stage, ready to play the rhythm
While you repeating my words, huh plagiarism
A Rich Boy had to Throw Some D's up on the 'Llac
You call it stuntin but to me it's really more fact
Look in the seat, I know them haters wanna jack
Gotta hit 'em wit the shot, "hut" like a quarterback
John Madden, bomb madam, the car havin
You feelin like you a lumberjack in a log cabin
Feelin like you a lumberjack, Todd Davins
Look at all of the cherry wood that your boy grabbin
Yeah, and it's the rap game Texan
Cain't find a rapper that my stacks is less than
At least not in Texas, I know rap is stressin
Most of it is actin, I know rap is wrestlin
And you is so bam-bam-bigaloo
Lyrically killin 'em, I bam-bam with the fo'
Have a conversation with a Cham fan, it'll show
They'll tell you that Koopa is a mad man sent to flow (oh)
And I created a monster
Other record labels just creatin impostors
While I make that yellow stuff that's greater than pasta
Plenty of Cheddar Cheese baby, that's what I got for (got for)
The haters that be sayin that I never could
I'm guessing all of my music was never good
They scared of me, ask who I am, I tell 'em Suge
They scared of me, ask who I am, I tell 'em Boog-
ie monster, haunt ya, your character is terrible
Your poodle, I'm terrier, I embarrass ya
Laugh and its more stereo, tell 'em the more the merrier
You can forget the menu cause I'ma order your burial
Who the best? You can call out Koopa
Sexual seduction, tell your broad I'll snoop her (snoop her)
Chicken noodle mayne, the car so suped up
Ladies rubbin on it like it's Kama Sutra
It's the King Koopa, King Koopa, King Koopa, King Koopa
Oh, I'm feelin like Ali
I'ma always be the greatest, you can hate on me
Whoo! Whoo! You in the presence of the... Chamillitary Mayne, Chamillitary Mayne
Let me repeat myself, you in the presence of the finest - Koopa!
The King Koopa, King Koopa, King Koopa, King Koopa
Oh, I'm feelin like Ali
I'ma always be the greatest, you can hate on me
Uh, uh, uh, I always stay on the flight, it's just the way I'm livin
That's what I'm doin tonight, I never say I'm chillin
Look how I get on the stage, ready to play the rhythm
While you repeating my words, huh plagiarism
A Rich Boy had to Throw Some D's up on the 'Llac
You call it stuntin but to me it's really more fact
Look in the seat, I know them haters wanna jack
Gotta hit 'em wit the shot, "hut" like a quarterback
John Madden, bomb madam, the car havin
You feelin like you a lumberjack in a log cabin
Feelin like you a lumberjack, Todd Davins
Look at all of the cherry wood that your boy grabbin
Yeah, and it's the rap game Texan
Cain't find a rapper that my stacks is less than
At least not in Texas, I know rap is stressin
Most of it is actin, I know rap is wrestlin
And you is so bam-bam-bigaloo
Lyrically killin 'em, I bam-bam with the fo'
Have a conversation with a Cham fan, it'll show
They'll tell you that Koopa is a mad man sent to flow (oh)
And I created a monster
Other record labels just creatin impostors
While I make that yellow stuff that's greater than pasta
Plenty of Cheddar Cheese baby, that's what I got for (got for)
The haters that be sayin that I never could
I'm guessing all of my music was never good
They scared of me, ask who I am, I tell 'em Suge
They scared of me, ask who I am, I tell 'em Boog-
ie monster, haunt ya, your character is terrible
Your poodle, I'm terrier, I embarrass ya
Laugh and its more stereo, tell 'em the more the merrier
You can forget the menu cause I'ma order your burial
Who the best? You can call out Koopa
Sexual seduction, tell your broad I'll snoop her (snoop her)
Chicken noodle mayne, the car so suped up
Ladies rubbin on it like it's Kama Sutra
It's the King Koopa, King Koopa, King Koopa, King Koopa
Oh, I'm feelin like Ali
I'ma always be the greatest, you can hate on me
On The Grind Homie lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Intro:]
Yeah!
It's Major Pain, baby
Knahtalkinbout?
Ha, Ha
Ight, let me get serious
KOOPA!
[Chorus: x2]
I come through and show em how to do it (WOO)
And she like 'Boy, you tha truth' (You tha truth)
And he like (yeah) 'Boy, you tha truth' (you tha truth)
And she like (hold up) 'Boy, you tha truth'
[talking over chorus: Chamillionaire]
So what I'm goin try to do is
Go a little faster
Then I'm a go a lil slow
Switch upt he style a lil bit, knahtalkinbout?
You ready?
I'm ready, baby
Turn my headphones up
Hear it go
[Verse:]
I'm back to the bone, it feel like I'm the best and they cannot contest when I'm kicking that mess
Cause ya chick is undressed when she lifting her dress It's like Mannie and Fresh they be looking like flesh!
Anybody that's on the net, saying Chamillionaire ain't the best
Get off the D, get off the I and let your keyboard figure the rest
Cause I impress my own self, and only the man upstairs can judge me
Re-tellers open ya mixtape rappers than they hug me
I control the market, even bootleggers be lovey dovey
Plus the necklace got em thinking that Johnny the jeweler's my buddy
Crash test the best, cause if you hate me than youse a dummy
Gimme a month I bet you turn the opposite of chubby
Ever verse is crack, and crack kids be singing they love me
Mix-tape Messiah 4 I bet that you become a drugy
They sayin that money talks, rappers better not I make a sound
Walkin a major money, is none of these rappers is found
Even the mayor know my papers enough to buy the town
Plus the wheels of fortune, so I'm a bout to buy a noun
Ever verse is a msterpiece, my money's still stacking like Master P's
Feeling like Mighty Mouse the way I be taking flights to stack the cheese
Please, you better not make another sound
Yeah, yeah I rep the Texas they just "Download my style"
Welcome to the garage, pick any car and the room she yells 'which'
Like she was staring at the lady that's on the broom
Can't call it a fleet (why) more like a patone
Different car everyday of the week from fourth of July till June
Look at how they change they tone, who not playa
In the wind I'm in Berlin, I know it's you not dear
Into the coat in the ATM they sound like AOL
Soon as I'm checkin my account it tells me "You Got Mail"
Ha, ha, Merci Bocu Monname, who is cold as me?
Betty fresh kiss the kicks when they stick in all his teeth
French chick was in the whip, now she sitting on the street
She was looking fine till she ask me she can hold a G
Yeah, and if I want I'm a get it
And if I don't really want it, then it can leave I'm a let it
Used to be N Luv With My Money, now I'm in love with my credit
By the bar with they dollars I buy a building with debit
Uh, I hit that Harlem Nights, It's goin prepare the storm
Look up to the roof it's reindeer, feeling like Santa's home
Famous bet that he could leave out with the baddest one
Call her dot com cause she lookin like she Amazon
Got her suit like T.I., and I got a hundred million more to go
Boys in Texas D.E.Y. know they know like Shorty (Shawty) Lo
Lil Boosie check out the bang, getting check ya shorty know
Checkout my bank account they won't ever come up shorter low
Woo, they be like Koopa you so cocky bro
Cause I did everything that they say was impossible
And I feel like a one man wrecking crew, what I need a posse for?
All this ice on me like I got hit with hockey throat
Duck, they say that they wanna have fun
Feeling like Sliverspoons in the pool of the mansion
See ya breast stroking in the nude and I had one
So I'm a 'turn the camera on the pool', like Camron
Had this chick in the crib, told me that I was difficult
Told me I should go back to the days when I had the glistening too
Then she tried to tell me I should go back to rap with, Who?
Mappala Weezyana (yeah) I bet'cha that she gonna get the boot
Kop, mother nature must of had a son
Cause I'm flyer than the roof in the gigantic storm
They say Mixtape Messiah here, haters prepare better to run
When ya see me greemy like "Cannon" Cause I am a don
HUH!
Yeah!
It's Major Pain, baby
Knahtalkinbout?
Ha, Ha
Ight, let me get serious
KOOPA!
[Chorus: x2]
I come through and show em how to do it (WOO)
And she like 'Boy, you tha truth' (You tha truth)
And he like (yeah) 'Boy, you tha truth' (you tha truth)
And she like (hold up) 'Boy, you tha truth'
[talking over chorus: Chamillionaire]
So what I'm goin try to do is
Go a little faster
Then I'm a go a lil slow
Switch upt he style a lil bit, knahtalkinbout?
You ready?
I'm ready, baby
Turn my headphones up
Hear it go
[Verse:]
I'm back to the bone, it feel like I'm the best and they cannot contest when I'm kicking that mess
Cause ya chick is undressed when she lifting her dress It's like Mannie and Fresh they be looking like flesh!
Anybody that's on the net, saying Chamillionaire ain't the best
Get off the D, get off the I and let your keyboard figure the rest
Cause I impress my own self, and only the man upstairs can judge me
Re-tellers open ya mixtape rappers than they hug me
I control the market, even bootleggers be lovey dovey
Plus the necklace got em thinking that Johnny the jeweler's my buddy
Crash test the best, cause if you hate me than youse a dummy
Gimme a month I bet you turn the opposite of chubby
Ever verse is crack, and crack kids be singing they love me
Mix-tape Messiah 4 I bet that you become a drugy
They sayin that money talks, rappers better not I make a sound
Walkin a major money, is none of these rappers is found
Even the mayor know my papers enough to buy the town
Plus the wheels of fortune, so I'm a bout to buy a noun
Ever verse is a msterpiece, my money's still stacking like Master P's
Feeling like Mighty Mouse the way I be taking flights to stack the cheese
Please, you better not make another sound
Yeah, yeah I rep the Texas they just "Download my style"
Welcome to the garage, pick any car and the room she yells 'which'
Like she was staring at the lady that's on the broom
Can't call it a fleet (why) more like a patone
Different car everyday of the week from fourth of July till June
Look at how they change they tone, who not playa
In the wind I'm in Berlin, I know it's you not dear
Into the coat in the ATM they sound like AOL
Soon as I'm checkin my account it tells me "You Got Mail"
Ha, ha, Merci Bocu Monname, who is cold as me?
Betty fresh kiss the kicks when they stick in all his teeth
French chick was in the whip, now she sitting on the street
She was looking fine till she ask me she can hold a G
Yeah, and if I want I'm a get it
And if I don't really want it, then it can leave I'm a let it
Used to be N Luv With My Money, now I'm in love with my credit
By the bar with they dollars I buy a building with debit
Uh, I hit that Harlem Nights, It's goin prepare the storm
Look up to the roof it's reindeer, feeling like Santa's home
Famous bet that he could leave out with the baddest one
Call her dot com cause she lookin like she Amazon
Got her suit like T.I., and I got a hundred million more to go
Boys in Texas D.E.Y. know they know like Shorty (Shawty) Lo
Lil Boosie check out the bang, getting check ya shorty know
Checkout my bank account they won't ever come up shorter low
Woo, they be like Koopa you so cocky bro
Cause I did everything that they say was impossible
And I feel like a one man wrecking crew, what I need a posse for?
All this ice on me like I got hit with hockey throat
Duck, they say that they wanna have fun
Feeling like Sliverspoons in the pool of the mansion
See ya breast stroking in the nude and I had one
So I'm a 'turn the camera on the pool', like Camron
Had this chick in the crib, told me that I was difficult
Told me I should go back to the days when I had the glistening too
Then she tried to tell me I should go back to rap with, Who?
Mappala Weezyana (yeah) I bet'cha that she gonna get the boot
Kop, mother nature must of had a son
Cause I'm flyer than the roof in the gigantic storm
They say Mixtape Messiah here, haters prepare better to run
When ya see me greemy like "Cannon" Cause I am a don
HUH!
My Life lyrics - Chamillionaire (feat. Slim Thug, Trae)
[Chamillionaire]
My life
My life, really feelin hard times
Lookin out my window, holdin my weapon like Malcolm X and
And it seems I'm over-stressin, feelin like hatin is your profession
And I know a couple Texans that got killed for over-reppin
So I never be oversteppin boundaries bounded to my weapon
When they ask me how I'm doin, I just tell 'em "I'm doin super"
I got a date with Destiny, allow me to introduce ya
Her little sister Fate told me I'm gon' be the future
And legacy's everything to a Martin Luther King Koopa
This recession is so pathetic, got me feelin like I'm athletic
And success tryna get away from me and I ain't tryna let it
When they told that Pimp was gone, my reply was "I don't get it"
And I'm still havin trouble believin it happened the way they said it
Had to cut some partners off, swear to y'all it ain't my fault
I've been grown since I was seven and I was born to be a boss
But I know there's a bunch of haters tryna see me take a loss
So I be sleepin with one eye open and put cameras in my vault
I've been thinkin and gettin deep and they tryna tell I been preachin
But I know that they can't see how much of the world that I be reachin
So stop reachin, stop leachin, I'ma fade 'em out like bleach and
In the spots where they can't get out to is the spots I visit frequent
Europe to UK and Germany, travellin currently
Made so much in millions that I could cash out in eternity
Accustomed to hittin customs with that duffle full of currency
When God created hustle, looked at the world and he inserted me... Koopa
[Hook: Chamillionaire X4]
I'm just livin my life, so cold
In the streets so I'm takin it slow
[Trae]
Uh, yeah
I'll tell you my story, I only speak the truth homie
It a terrible situation, throwed on the curb within the hands of time
But since I'm blistery breathing I guess a nigga livin fine
I live a life that's filled with dramatistic people cryin
And since the hood depend on me, they'll never lose a hand of mine (I gotcha)
I'm paralysed when it come to the good times, I'm used to the pain
Feelin like a bum under the bridge, I'm so used to the rain
Anything I do is from the heart so it reflect my name
Forgive me for my sins father, I feel like I'm goin insane
Media criticising me for checking niggas, fuck it, oh well
I just wasn't raised a little pussy disrespected nigga
I'm tryna live on my own by the ways of a gangster
So every time I leave out I pray so I'm prayin for a gangster
It's bad enough the world we livin in all about money
Since we runnin out I choose to believe it ain't nothin funny
I've been stabbed in my back so much I deal with it
I'm tryna kick it with my life before heaven come chill with it
[Hook X4]
[Slim Thug]
Last year was a hard one but life goes on
Thinkin bout my nigga Pimp while I write this song
And the list goes on, all my niggas is gone
I'm tired of hearin bad news, scared to pick up my phone
Got a call, my nigga Eddy died from Acres home
Just seen him at my video shoot, now that shit wrong
Kelvo, Arborea, even my girl ShantZ
I just heard word she got stabbed to death today
Dear Lord, I pray that you take away the pain
From their family and their friends, please help us change
Still warm my niggas sleep dog, stessle and stank
My girl Dee Dee, they got me pourin out my drank
It's fucked up, all my friends is dead or in the pen
Seem like soon as your life begin it's beginning to end
I'm frustrated, but you gotta smile, your time is dated
You never know when showin your love might be related, hah
[Hook X4]
My life
My life, really feelin hard times
Lookin out my window, holdin my weapon like Malcolm X and
And it seems I'm over-stressin, feelin like hatin is your profession
And I know a couple Texans that got killed for over-reppin
So I never be oversteppin boundaries bounded to my weapon
When they ask me how I'm doin, I just tell 'em "I'm doin super"
I got a date with Destiny, allow me to introduce ya
Her little sister Fate told me I'm gon' be the future
And legacy's everything to a Martin Luther King Koopa
This recession is so pathetic, got me feelin like I'm athletic
And success tryna get away from me and I ain't tryna let it
When they told that Pimp was gone, my reply was "I don't get it"
And I'm still havin trouble believin it happened the way they said it
Had to cut some partners off, swear to y'all it ain't my fault
I've been grown since I was seven and I was born to be a boss
But I know there's a bunch of haters tryna see me take a loss
So I be sleepin with one eye open and put cameras in my vault
I've been thinkin and gettin deep and they tryna tell I been preachin
But I know that they can't see how much of the world that I be reachin
So stop reachin, stop leachin, I'ma fade 'em out like bleach and
In the spots where they can't get out to is the spots I visit frequent
Europe to UK and Germany, travellin currently
Made so much in millions that I could cash out in eternity
Accustomed to hittin customs with that duffle full of currency
When God created hustle, looked at the world and he inserted me... Koopa
[Hook: Chamillionaire X4]
I'm just livin my life, so cold
In the streets so I'm takin it slow
[Trae]
Uh, yeah
I'll tell you my story, I only speak the truth homie
It a terrible situation, throwed on the curb within the hands of time
But since I'm blistery breathing I guess a nigga livin fine
I live a life that's filled with dramatistic people cryin
And since the hood depend on me, they'll never lose a hand of mine (I gotcha)
I'm paralysed when it come to the good times, I'm used to the pain
Feelin like a bum under the bridge, I'm so used to the rain
Anything I do is from the heart so it reflect my name
Forgive me for my sins father, I feel like I'm goin insane
Media criticising me for checking niggas, fuck it, oh well
I just wasn't raised a little pussy disrespected nigga
I'm tryna live on my own by the ways of a gangster
So every time I leave out I pray so I'm prayin for a gangster
It's bad enough the world we livin in all about money
Since we runnin out I choose to believe it ain't nothin funny
I've been stabbed in my back so much I deal with it
I'm tryna kick it with my life before heaven come chill with it
[Hook X4]
[Slim Thug]
Last year was a hard one but life goes on
Thinkin bout my nigga Pimp while I write this song
And the list goes on, all my niggas is gone
I'm tired of hearin bad news, scared to pick up my phone
Got a call, my nigga Eddy died from Acres home
Just seen him at my video shoot, now that shit wrong
Kelvo, Arborea, even my girl ShantZ
I just heard word she got stabbed to death today
Dear Lord, I pray that you take away the pain
From their family and their friends, please help us change
Still warm my niggas sleep dog, stessle and stank
My girl Dee Dee, they got me pourin out my drank
It's fucked up, all my friends is dead or in the pen
Seem like soon as your life begin it's beginning to end
I'm frustrated, but you gotta smile, your time is dated
You never know when showin your love might be related, hah
[Hook X4]
Middle Finger Up lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Intro]
Yeah
And I'm feelin like [x2]
[Verse 1]
And I'm feelin like
What the heck is this, if you say you diss
Imma tell you this, you gon' shoot and miss, imma shoot and hit
Never blow a kiss, all I blow is chips
Takes you off the list, can't co excist, you ain't gon' be missed
Steady stacking chips, lookin' at the wrist, tryin' to see a gliss
You ain't making this, see you getting pissed.
New relationship, bad relationship, no relationship
Guess it's cool for you to say I got a gift.
If you ain't on a team, you ain't on a team.
We gon' be supreme, you can do your thing at the limousine
If you on a team, roll on with the dream-
Tryin' to get ring, you gon' get a ring, you gon' be a king
I aint 16, I ain't 17, tell me what you mean
I'm a grown man, I be getting green
Don't be sipping lean, tell me what you mean
Never moving slow, quickest to the dough, I be getting green
Hand thru the door, hand me some more, gamble it no!
Got a kid that im grabbin' it fo'!
Psych, I aint got a kid, if i ever did, then you know it's his
Have a hundred milli and for i go (?)
Asking me yo, after the show, whats your legacy
Did you really go platinum or gold
Answer them no, can't really show
None of that in heaven, so I never really answer them so
He got upset, he tryin' to get on the internet
Tryin to tell 'em I ain't jammin' no mo'
Can't dance on the floor, brag on the floor
Feelin' like my voice really givin romance to the floor
Sad for the dough, mad for the dough, bad for the dough
??
Faster I go, crash for the dough,
Now I gotta go, cause I think a couple of fans coming bro..
[Chorus]
I hate you, you hate me
You think I'm living for you, then you must be crazy
My middle finger up,
Middle finger up [x7]
Money don't make me...
I hate you, you hate me
can't tell me how to live my life because you aint me
My middle finger up,
Middle finger up [x7]
Fo' those who hate me...
[Verse 2]
This song's for you, if you woke up this morning thinking about what you gonna do to hate on somebody
who tryin' to build a dynasty, a legacy, I hope you see this when you look in the mirror-my
middle finger up, middle finger up...
What you wanna do, you don't have a clue, you was never true
Meet me any place, you can get eraised, imma break your face,
Let 'em make a case, let a hater sue
Got a lil' problem with PCD, I never authorized this CD,
Holla at my lawyer that can't see me, see me in the Aston Martin
And I'm like beep beep!!
Boys back in school, they was tryin' to talk down
Platinum pot of gold, yeah thats what ya boy found,
Looking like a fool, tell me how they talk now
Running 'round the town, but I swear the boy clown
How you talk trash when it's you that I fed
Yeah I talk trash cause of you I ain't scared
Tell me that I changed, 'cause I grew ain't got bread
Sayin' that it's strange, that it's you thats not bled
Down on the ground, clown of the town
Say it to my face, you can find me, imma be around
Wanna play the game, step up to the mound
wanna be a snake, Imma be a shark, Imma see you drown
[Chorus]
I hate you, you hate me
You think im living for you, then you must be crazy
My middle finger up,
Middle finger up [x7]
(Money dont make me)
I hate you, you hate me
Can't tell me how to live my life because you aint me
my middle finger up,
middle finger up [x7]
for those who hate me...
Hello to my haters...
Yeah
And I'm feelin like [x2]
[Verse 1]
And I'm feelin like
What the heck is this, if you say you diss
Imma tell you this, you gon' shoot and miss, imma shoot and hit
Never blow a kiss, all I blow is chips
Takes you off the list, can't co excist, you ain't gon' be missed
Steady stacking chips, lookin' at the wrist, tryin' to see a gliss
You ain't making this, see you getting pissed.
New relationship, bad relationship, no relationship
Guess it's cool for you to say I got a gift.
If you ain't on a team, you ain't on a team.
We gon' be supreme, you can do your thing at the limousine
If you on a team, roll on with the dream-
Tryin' to get ring, you gon' get a ring, you gon' be a king
I aint 16, I ain't 17, tell me what you mean
I'm a grown man, I be getting green
Don't be sipping lean, tell me what you mean
Never moving slow, quickest to the dough, I be getting green
Hand thru the door, hand me some more, gamble it no!
Got a kid that im grabbin' it fo'!
Psych, I aint got a kid, if i ever did, then you know it's his
Have a hundred milli and for i go (?)
Asking me yo, after the show, whats your legacy
Did you really go platinum or gold
Answer them no, can't really show
None of that in heaven, so I never really answer them so
He got upset, he tryin' to get on the internet
Tryin to tell 'em I ain't jammin' no mo'
Can't dance on the floor, brag on the floor
Feelin' like my voice really givin romance to the floor
Sad for the dough, mad for the dough, bad for the dough
??
Faster I go, crash for the dough,
Now I gotta go, cause I think a couple of fans coming bro..
[Chorus]
I hate you, you hate me
You think I'm living for you, then you must be crazy
My middle finger up,
Middle finger up [x7]
Money don't make me...
I hate you, you hate me
can't tell me how to live my life because you aint me
My middle finger up,
Middle finger up [x7]
Fo' those who hate me...
[Verse 2]
This song's for you, if you woke up this morning thinking about what you gonna do to hate on somebody
who tryin' to build a dynasty, a legacy, I hope you see this when you look in the mirror-my
middle finger up, middle finger up...
What you wanna do, you don't have a clue, you was never true
Meet me any place, you can get eraised, imma break your face,
Let 'em make a case, let a hater sue
Got a lil' problem with PCD, I never authorized this CD,
Holla at my lawyer that can't see me, see me in the Aston Martin
And I'm like beep beep!!
Boys back in school, they was tryin' to talk down
Platinum pot of gold, yeah thats what ya boy found,
Looking like a fool, tell me how they talk now
Running 'round the town, but I swear the boy clown
How you talk trash when it's you that I fed
Yeah I talk trash cause of you I ain't scared
Tell me that I changed, 'cause I grew ain't got bread
Sayin' that it's strange, that it's you thats not bled
Down on the ground, clown of the town
Say it to my face, you can find me, imma be around
Wanna play the game, step up to the mound
wanna be a snake, Imma be a shark, Imma see you drown
[Chorus]
I hate you, you hate me
You think im living for you, then you must be crazy
My middle finger up,
Middle finger up [x7]
(Money dont make me)
I hate you, you hate me
Can't tell me how to live my life because you aint me
my middle finger up,
middle finger up [x7]
for those who hate me...
Hello to my haters...
What The Business Is lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Verse 1]
So what if I don't sell a million plus, I still keep a million bucks
In the garage it's a million net worth of trucks
Not any account, just a million, it's not enough
Ten million dollars when you start and start countin up
And while y'all countin and watchin me I'll be probably
Purchasing plenty property just cause I like monopoly
Yeah, Oprah must have adopted me
Top floor, don't a resident stay on top of me
Seems like my hustle is givin me paper cuts
Got it because I keep money beside the nuts
In love with my money when before I just had a crush
Fondled the paper, seen her shape and just had to touch
Chopper with the drum is the defence I bring
Paper comin out of my wallet like I print my green
Like the kid not king, I am Prince Hot-Keem
Bootleggers on it like "The Royal Penis is clean"
And I'm bout to take a trip to America
Wire one million to myself just to stare at a
Whole bunch of money, gettin the pants off a caramel
Chick, she kinda thick but I don't think that I'ma share it no
[Hook]
I'm what the business is, I'm what the business is
I ain't just talkin about it, I'm on my business kid
While they be talkin bout gettin it, I be gettin it
If you ain't out here grindin then mind your business
Don't think your grind can compare to mine
Cause I got toys that'll put yours to shame
[Verse 2]
Cars hahaha... please
Purchase two twins and the plates will say Siamese
Hope you don't reach for the bracelet inside my sleeve
Basketball team, it's a rocket inside the jeans
Ain't even a maybe if a baby would excite ya
Always put a helmet on the head like a biker
Thinkin I'm in the Chrysler, but really I'm in the Viper
Wouldn't call you baby if you was a toddler in a diaper
Thinkin I'm bout to wife her but really I'm bout to wipe her
Out the black book, look, ain't lovin ya, I just like ya
Booshie then I'm known to turn a heifer to a hiker
Every time they see me it's a crowd like a cipher
(Testing, testing) Mic check, one, two
How many cars in my yard? I'll check, one, two
Three, four, five, six, seven, skip eight, nine
If I keep countin we gon' be here for a real long time
It's a real long line, got the grill on shine
Might appear off clock but I am still on grind
Probably show up late but I am still gon' rhyme
Throw my watch on the ground so I'll appear on time
Why would I handcuff her? Nah, I don't really have to
She dark, probably see her on my arm like a tattoo
Got a lot of spots in the US like a map do
Watch and we can catch a flight like a pterodactyl
With my brigade, record industry slave
Couldn't be, I be bossin up, you can see that I'm paid
And my jeans is the same, bout a G of some change
Put my pants on the table and give my pockets some praise
In money we trust, I show my money a lot of love
In love with my money when y'all haters just havin lust
Hand in your pocket, only thing that you have is dust
I'm handlin bidness, mind your bidness or handle up cause...
[Hook]
So what if I don't sell a million plus, I still keep a million bucks
In the garage it's a million net worth of trucks
Not any account, just a million, it's not enough
Ten million dollars when you start and start countin up
And while y'all countin and watchin me I'll be probably
Purchasing plenty property just cause I like monopoly
Yeah, Oprah must have adopted me
Top floor, don't a resident stay on top of me
Seems like my hustle is givin me paper cuts
Got it because I keep money beside the nuts
In love with my money when before I just had a crush
Fondled the paper, seen her shape and just had to touch
Chopper with the drum is the defence I bring
Paper comin out of my wallet like I print my green
Like the kid not king, I am Prince Hot-Keem
Bootleggers on it like "The Royal Penis is clean"
And I'm bout to take a trip to America
Wire one million to myself just to stare at a
Whole bunch of money, gettin the pants off a caramel
Chick, she kinda thick but I don't think that I'ma share it no
[Hook]
I'm what the business is, I'm what the business is
I ain't just talkin about it, I'm on my business kid
While they be talkin bout gettin it, I be gettin it
If you ain't out here grindin then mind your business
Don't think your grind can compare to mine
Cause I got toys that'll put yours to shame
[Verse 2]
Cars hahaha... please
Purchase two twins and the plates will say Siamese
Hope you don't reach for the bracelet inside my sleeve
Basketball team, it's a rocket inside the jeans
Ain't even a maybe if a baby would excite ya
Always put a helmet on the head like a biker
Thinkin I'm in the Chrysler, but really I'm in the Viper
Wouldn't call you baby if you was a toddler in a diaper
Thinkin I'm bout to wife her but really I'm bout to wipe her
Out the black book, look, ain't lovin ya, I just like ya
Booshie then I'm known to turn a heifer to a hiker
Every time they see me it's a crowd like a cipher
(Testing, testing) Mic check, one, two
How many cars in my yard? I'll check, one, two
Three, four, five, six, seven, skip eight, nine
If I keep countin we gon' be here for a real long time
It's a real long line, got the grill on shine
Might appear off clock but I am still on grind
Probably show up late but I am still gon' rhyme
Throw my watch on the ground so I'll appear on time
Why would I handcuff her? Nah, I don't really have to
She dark, probably see her on my arm like a tattoo
Got a lot of spots in the US like a map do
Watch and we can catch a flight like a pterodactyl
With my brigade, record industry slave
Couldn't be, I be bossin up, you can see that I'm paid
And my jeans is the same, bout a G of some change
Put my pants on the table and give my pockets some praise
In money we trust, I show my money a lot of love
In love with my money when y'all haters just havin lust
Hand in your pocket, only thing that you have is dust
I'm handlin bidness, mind your bidness or handle up cause...
[Hook]
Who Hotter Than Me lyrics - Chamillionaire (feat. Famous)
[Intro - Chamillionaire - talking]
Who hotter than me?
Who hotter than me?
Who hotter than me? (Chamillitary mayne)
Who hotter than me?
You on the sideline talkin about the King
You just mad cause (I'm not you)
Cause you know it's not you
And you know it's (and not you)
You got to get in the game
You got to get off the sideline before you can talk about me
Chamillitary boy
Hey (hey)
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Who hotter than C (C)? Who not in the streets? (streets)
I'm the landlord of it boy and you out of your lease (lease)
Gorilla for scrilla, watch me swing out of the trees (woo)
These rappers can't see me and you're not in fatigues
Got a lot of haters but I know they all gon' fit (fit)
I got a lot of rental space for haters on my dick
so have a sit (sit), baby my cars is clean (clean)
I pull out blades everyday, I feel like Wolverine
Use Listerine, because they said it's green (green)
If you ain't money, you not my lover like (Billie Jean)
I used to play the side, I used to play the wing
I'm so T.I., today I'm feelin like I'm a "King" (like a King)
I wake up Waco and not a rapper can tie 'em Tyler
No disrespect if you on your hustle, but I am higher (higher)
I'm the Messiah (Messiah), tired of bein humble
In love with green, so I'm a go and get me a jungle
She said 'you think you God, then call yourself Messiah'
But if I told you I was weak, then you'd call me a liar (liar)
Each verse is fire (fire) and you could call me 'siah
You find a rapper that can beat me, promise I'll retire
So cold and raw, that when I do my thang
You open the mixtape up and it's gon' smell like sushi man (sushi man)
Mixtape Messiah, get on the groupie train
It's takin off, if you ain't on it baby, you's a lame
[Break - 2X]
"Boys steady talkin down"
"Boys steady talkin down"
"Back, back, back, back, snatchin the underground"
[Famous - talking behind the Chorus]
Who hotter than me?
Who runnin the streets?
Who runnin the streets nigga?
We runnin the streets
Right back at you niggaz
Naw, it ain't Koopa nigga
Um um
HEY! (HEY)
[Verse 2 - Famous]
Ask who the best, I'll probably say Cham is (Cham is)
Ask me who next, I'll probably say his man is (Famous!)
While you on the internet like a stan is (yep)
I'm gettin Head & Shoulders, no dandruff (ah)
I crawl slow (slow), ask Paul ho (ho)
Who the thoedest from my city? Shit y'all know (know, you know)
A deuce and ten pennies
We take and not askin mic 'excuse me Ben Friendly"
So I don't need a handshake, I don't want a hug (naw)
You's a 'chould of, would of, should of, I was gonna' thug (yeah)
I'm from where everybody probably want a plug (210)
No tracks, but the 'Ton runnin through my blood (ain't even playin)
My buzz spreadin like rumors, cuz (uh huh, keep goin)
That hole growin like tumors, ehh
Them boys played like Puma's
I'm in the league, you got two years left like juniors (woo, haha)
Yeah, it's goin all the way down (all the way)
From A-T-X to the D (D), back to SA town (Waco, 210)
I can't forget the H though (yeah)
Oh you see the bread (bread), now let's break ho (let's go)
Deuce dime, who climb the charts
Like I'm a climb the chart, the rhymin starts
Understand my rhymes are art, you're rhymes apart
Take 'em back and I don't care what your mind had thought (nope)
It's Chamillitary front line (front line), goin for the touchdown (touchdown)
Fourth and some inches, boys knowin that it's punt time (hut, hut)
Yeah the best is what I happen to claim (claim)
And what happened at The Zone, won't happen to Fam' (ah)
I'm click clappin the thing, I'm attached to my chain
Then we hit the AP, my niggaz passin the Jane
Yeah, M-1 (M-1) dog, I'm gunnin the beats (uh huh)
Now tell me y'all, who runnin the streets? Me
Who hotter than me?
Who hotter than me?
Who hotter than me? (Chamillitary mayne)
Who hotter than me?
You on the sideline talkin about the King
You just mad cause (I'm not you)
Cause you know it's not you
And you know it's (and not you)
You got to get in the game
You got to get off the sideline before you can talk about me
Chamillitary boy
Hey (hey)
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Who hotter than C (C)? Who not in the streets? (streets)
I'm the landlord of it boy and you out of your lease (lease)
Gorilla for scrilla, watch me swing out of the trees (woo)
These rappers can't see me and you're not in fatigues
Got a lot of haters but I know they all gon' fit (fit)
I got a lot of rental space for haters on my dick
so have a sit (sit), baby my cars is clean (clean)
I pull out blades everyday, I feel like Wolverine
Use Listerine, because they said it's green (green)
If you ain't money, you not my lover like (Billie Jean)
I used to play the side, I used to play the wing
I'm so T.I., today I'm feelin like I'm a "King" (like a King)
I wake up Waco and not a rapper can tie 'em Tyler
No disrespect if you on your hustle, but I am higher (higher)
I'm the Messiah (Messiah), tired of bein humble
In love with green, so I'm a go and get me a jungle
She said 'you think you God, then call yourself Messiah'
But if I told you I was weak, then you'd call me a liar (liar)
Each verse is fire (fire) and you could call me 'siah
You find a rapper that can beat me, promise I'll retire
So cold and raw, that when I do my thang
You open the mixtape up and it's gon' smell like sushi man (sushi man)
Mixtape Messiah, get on the groupie train
It's takin off, if you ain't on it baby, you's a lame
[Break - 2X]
"Boys steady talkin down"
"Boys steady talkin down"
"Back, back, back, back, snatchin the underground"
[Famous - talking behind the Chorus]
Who hotter than me?
Who runnin the streets?
Who runnin the streets nigga?
We runnin the streets
Right back at you niggaz
Naw, it ain't Koopa nigga
Um um
HEY! (HEY)
[Verse 2 - Famous]
Ask who the best, I'll probably say Cham is (Cham is)
Ask me who next, I'll probably say his man is (Famous!)
While you on the internet like a stan is (yep)
I'm gettin Head & Shoulders, no dandruff (ah)
I crawl slow (slow), ask Paul ho (ho)
Who the thoedest from my city? Shit y'all know (know, you know)
A deuce and ten pennies
We take and not askin mic 'excuse me Ben Friendly"
So I don't need a handshake, I don't want a hug (naw)
You's a 'chould of, would of, should of, I was gonna' thug (yeah)
I'm from where everybody probably want a plug (210)
No tracks, but the 'Ton runnin through my blood (ain't even playin)
My buzz spreadin like rumors, cuz (uh huh, keep goin)
That hole growin like tumors, ehh
Them boys played like Puma's
I'm in the league, you got two years left like juniors (woo, haha)
Yeah, it's goin all the way down (all the way)
From A-T-X to the D (D), back to SA town (Waco, 210)
I can't forget the H though (yeah)
Oh you see the bread (bread), now let's break ho (let's go)
Deuce dime, who climb the charts
Like I'm a climb the chart, the rhymin starts
Understand my rhymes are art, you're rhymes apart
Take 'em back and I don't care what your mind had thought (nope)
It's Chamillitary front line (front line), goin for the touchdown (touchdown)
Fourth and some inches, boys knowin that it's punt time (hut, hut)
Yeah the best is what I happen to claim (claim)
And what happened at The Zone, won't happen to Fam' (ah)
I'm click clappin the thing, I'm attached to my chain
Then we hit the AP, my niggaz passin the Jane
Yeah, M-1 (M-1) dog, I'm gunnin the beats (uh huh)
Now tell me y'all, who runnin the streets? Me
Lovin What You See lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Intro - Chamillionaire - talking]
I got a question
But really it's not even a question, cause I'm already the answer
Like cigarettes bein linked to cancer
I don't even got to ask ya
I'm the mixtape master and I'm linked to disaster! (disaster, disaster, woo!)
I put product in the streets and soon you open up that package
You know it's lookin at you like
Umm, I know you're lovin what you see
Who do it big as me? (hey!)
Not a nan-nother (hey!)
You know what? Bring in my ad libs (heeey!, you in the presence of the finest)
[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
Look how my Chevy be
Popped up on 23's
Open up the roof and let it breathe
I know you're lovin what you see
I'm about to let my seat
Back, while I let my beat
Up, and let them haters stare at me
I know you're lovin what you see
They say they keep it street
But they ain't real as me
And I still can see the jealousy
I know you're lovin what you see
Won't do it big as me baby
Won't do it big as me baby
Won't do it big as me (oh my goodness)
I know you're lovin what you see
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
I could make a quick exit from this rap ish, but I prefer to ball
Everytime I spit, they think Michael Vick, (huh, what ya mean?), murder dog
So much money in my account, that my money count is like "yeah, right"
My bank teller in disbelief, she look at me and turn pale white
More to life than chains with ice (and) dollar bills (and) 28's
Took a loss, but I'm a boss, I got the cost to make sure they straight
Cause I feelin just like Pimp C "cause these boys sweeter than some honey bees"
But I'm takin flights and still bzzzt, still buzzin like a honey bee
[Break - Chamillionaire - talking]
Yep, still buzzin, bzzzt
Still buzzin
Lost count how many mixtapes I've put out (Koopa!)
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
I could cut my fans off and act like I ain't heard of y'all
But everytime I spit it's like the magazine (huh, what ya mean?), murder dog
In the streets (yeah), I'm The Source (yeah), every verse is like intercourse
Vibrate (huh?), why wait (uh), climax when she hear my voice
Walked in, saw the crib, it was mine about an hour later
All good, I'm still hood, eatin Church's Chicken on a marble table
So much, horsepower in my garage, it's like a stable
This Benz (uh), this Benz (yeah), they twins like Cain and Abel
They like "it's you again" (huh?), cause I'm such a hooligan
I got some neighbors, but I don't be gettin cool with them (cool with them)
I stay Disturbing tha Peace, like I'm one of Luda's friends
Don't knock on my door, cause you know you gon' probably lose a limb (lose a limb)
Northside forever, Koopa still gettin dough (dough)
Groupies at my show, my sex appeal is my flow (flow)
Got the 'furri sittin low (low) and the AC gon' blow like snow (snow)
It's Mixtape Messiah 4, you know I'm trill to the toe, whoa!
([Pimp C:] Trill, know what I'm talkin about?)
[Break - Chamillionaire - talking]
Huh huh, I love doin that man
Major Pain! (Hey!)
[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
Look how my Chevy be
Popped up on 23's
Open up the roof and let it breathe
I know you're lovin what you see
I'm about to let my seat
Back, while I let my beat
Up, and let them haters stare at me
I know you're lovin what you see
They say they keep it street
But they ain't real as me
And I still can see the jealousy
I know you're lovin what you see
Won't do it big as me baby
Won't do it big as me baby
Won't do it big as me (hey!)
I know you're lovin what you see
I got a question
But really it's not even a question, cause I'm already the answer
Like cigarettes bein linked to cancer
I don't even got to ask ya
I'm the mixtape master and I'm linked to disaster! (disaster, disaster, woo!)
I put product in the streets and soon you open up that package
You know it's lookin at you like
Umm, I know you're lovin what you see
Who do it big as me? (hey!)
Not a nan-nother (hey!)
You know what? Bring in my ad libs (heeey!, you in the presence of the finest)
[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
Look how my Chevy be
Popped up on 23's
Open up the roof and let it breathe
I know you're lovin what you see
I'm about to let my seat
Back, while I let my beat
Up, and let them haters stare at me
I know you're lovin what you see
They say they keep it street
But they ain't real as me
And I still can see the jealousy
I know you're lovin what you see
Won't do it big as me baby
Won't do it big as me baby
Won't do it big as me (oh my goodness)
I know you're lovin what you see
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
I could make a quick exit from this rap ish, but I prefer to ball
Everytime I spit, they think Michael Vick, (huh, what ya mean?), murder dog
So much money in my account, that my money count is like "yeah, right"
My bank teller in disbelief, she look at me and turn pale white
More to life than chains with ice (and) dollar bills (and) 28's
Took a loss, but I'm a boss, I got the cost to make sure they straight
Cause I feelin just like Pimp C "cause these boys sweeter than some honey bees"
But I'm takin flights and still bzzzt, still buzzin like a honey bee
[Break - Chamillionaire - talking]
Yep, still buzzin, bzzzt
Still buzzin
Lost count how many mixtapes I've put out (Koopa!)
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
I could cut my fans off and act like I ain't heard of y'all
But everytime I spit it's like the magazine (huh, what ya mean?), murder dog
In the streets (yeah), I'm The Source (yeah), every verse is like intercourse
Vibrate (huh?), why wait (uh), climax when she hear my voice
Walked in, saw the crib, it was mine about an hour later
All good, I'm still hood, eatin Church's Chicken on a marble table
So much, horsepower in my garage, it's like a stable
This Benz (uh), this Benz (yeah), they twins like Cain and Abel
They like "it's you again" (huh?), cause I'm such a hooligan
I got some neighbors, but I don't be gettin cool with them (cool with them)
I stay Disturbing tha Peace, like I'm one of Luda's friends
Don't knock on my door, cause you know you gon' probably lose a limb (lose a limb)
Northside forever, Koopa still gettin dough (dough)
Groupies at my show, my sex appeal is my flow (flow)
Got the 'furri sittin low (low) and the AC gon' blow like snow (snow)
It's Mixtape Messiah 4, you know I'm trill to the toe, whoa!
([Pimp C:] Trill, know what I'm talkin about?)
[Break - Chamillionaire - talking]
Huh huh, I love doin that man
Major Pain! (Hey!)
[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
Look how my Chevy be
Popped up on 23's
Open up the roof and let it breathe
I know you're lovin what you see
I'm about to let my seat
Back, while I let my beat
Up, and let them haters stare at me
I know you're lovin what you see
They say they keep it street
But they ain't real as me
And I still can see the jealousy
I know you're lovin what you see
Won't do it big as me baby
Won't do it big as me baby
Won't do it big as me (hey!)
I know you're lovin what you see
Caddilac & Benz lyrics - Chamillionaire (feat. Killa Kyleon)
[Chorus]
I look good in my 'Lac
Got that wood in my 'Lac
And I'm grippin' when I'm tippin' through the hood in my 'Lac
Yea I ride in my 'Lac
Open wide in my 'Lac
On 84s on them vogues when I slide in my 'Lac
Top dropped in my 'Lac
Got that knock in my 'Lac
And u can hear it cause I got the trunk popped in my 'Lac
Keep a glock in my 'Lac
Somethin' cocked in my lap
Just in case a hata trip tryin to plot for my (caddillac benz)
[Verse 1 - Killa Kyleon]
From Houston to Chi-kango
Killa is the main ho
Rollin' wit ya main ho she lookin' like Jermaine ho
Caddy switchin' lanes slow
Hand fulla grain low
And the butta bucket to my button see my bang glow
Diamond chain hang low
Bricks of that Anglo
Saxan I ain't taxin'
for the low I let them thangs go
yea I'm the main ho
I do my thang ho
Might not be Indian but I can make it rain ho
I'll give ya fat kush that'll make them hoes quick
Ridin' dirth in my slab wit my Acres Homes chick
She from that 4-4
I got that .44
That'll leave yo shirt lookin'
Right where that boat low
[Chorus]
I look good in my 'Lac
Got that wood in my 'Lac
And I'm grippin' when I'm tippin' through the hood in my 'Lac
Yea I ride in my 'Lac
Open wide in my 'Lac
On 84s on them vogues when I slide in my 'Lac
Top dropped in my 'Lac
Got that knock in my 'Lac
And u can hear it cause I got the trunk popped in my 'Lac
Keep a glock in my 'Lac
Somethin' cocked in my lap
Just in case a hata trip tryin to plot for my (caddillac benz)
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
I'm pullin' up in the Benz
Hi Kappa like the fraternity
I'm the king of the currency
My money long as eternity
I ain't even a doctor but I'm really tryin to learn to be
Ridin wit the plastic givin' tha jacker
Plastic surgery
Now I'm lookin' glossy starin off and get a migraine
Lookin' like Sliver Surfer when I be slidin' on them wide swangs
I'm enjoyin my fame
Car ain't never dry mayne
Call me Superman
(YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU'LL) I'm super soaking my paint
23 inch shoes, who could be this smooth
doors doin' the suicide like you can be excxxused
plenty vehicles, so we creep wit tools
hatas lookin' for mechanics
trust that we them dudes
[Chorus]
I look good in my 'Lac
Got that wood in my 'Lac
And I'm grippin' when I'm tippin' through the hood in my 'Lac
Yea I ride in my 'Lac
Open wide in my 'Lac
On 84s on them vogues when I slide in my 'Lac
Top dropped in my 'Lac
Got that knock in my 'Lac
And u can hear it cause I got the trunk popped in my 'Lac
Keep a glock in my 'Lac
Somethin' cocked in my lap
Just in case a hata trip tryin to plot for my (caddillac benz)
[Verse 3 - Killa Kyleon]
I pull a presidential I'm puffin that presidential
Money cup in my hand the other guidin' the double nickel (it's G2TM)
Yea ho I'm on my paper
I'm skipping through the city
Yea ho I'm on my racer
Choppin' choppin' up the corners
I give the block a shape up
That's right I kill a scene so go put the yellow tape up
(throwin' deuces out my ceilin')
some like I play my Jacob
that's right I'm on my job
I clock in for the hatas
Grown woman on my hood in that Superman pose
Big shiny grill like my car cant keep its mouth closed
Texan wire wheels
That's right, I'm on those
Don't got friends but I got 4s on my
[Bridge - Chamillionaire]
(Caddillac and Benz)
Drop the top slow
I can feel the breeze and let my leather seats show
(Caddillac and Benz)
For show
Leanin' on voughes and a set of elbows
(In my Caddillac and Benz)
hatas outsold
everywhere I go I got to grip my .44
(In my Caddillac and Benz)
I'ma crawl slow
I'ma crawl slow
Cause that's how playas roll
(In my Caddillac and Benz)
I look good in my 'Lac
Got that wood in my 'Lac
And I'm grippin' when I'm tippin' through the hood in my 'Lac
Yea I ride in my 'Lac
Open wide in my 'Lac
On 84s on them vogues when I slide in my 'Lac
Top dropped in my 'Lac
Got that knock in my 'Lac
And u can hear it cause I got the trunk popped in my 'Lac
Keep a glock in my 'Lac
Somethin' cocked in my lap
Just in case a hata trip tryin to plot for my (caddillac benz)
[Verse 1 - Killa Kyleon]
From Houston to Chi-kango
Killa is the main ho
Rollin' wit ya main ho she lookin' like Jermaine ho
Caddy switchin' lanes slow
Hand fulla grain low
And the butta bucket to my button see my bang glow
Diamond chain hang low
Bricks of that Anglo
Saxan I ain't taxin'
for the low I let them thangs go
yea I'm the main ho
I do my thang ho
Might not be Indian but I can make it rain ho
I'll give ya fat kush that'll make them hoes quick
Ridin' dirth in my slab wit my Acres Homes chick
She from that 4-4
I got that .44
That'll leave yo shirt lookin'
Right where that boat low
[Chorus]
I look good in my 'Lac
Got that wood in my 'Lac
And I'm grippin' when I'm tippin' through the hood in my 'Lac
Yea I ride in my 'Lac
Open wide in my 'Lac
On 84s on them vogues when I slide in my 'Lac
Top dropped in my 'Lac
Got that knock in my 'Lac
And u can hear it cause I got the trunk popped in my 'Lac
Keep a glock in my 'Lac
Somethin' cocked in my lap
Just in case a hata trip tryin to plot for my (caddillac benz)
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
I'm pullin' up in the Benz
Hi Kappa like the fraternity
I'm the king of the currency
My money long as eternity
I ain't even a doctor but I'm really tryin to learn to be
Ridin wit the plastic givin' tha jacker
Plastic surgery
Now I'm lookin' glossy starin off and get a migraine
Lookin' like Sliver Surfer when I be slidin' on them wide swangs
I'm enjoyin my fame
Car ain't never dry mayne
Call me Superman
(YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU'LL) I'm super soaking my paint
23 inch shoes, who could be this smooth
doors doin' the suicide like you can be excxxused
plenty vehicles, so we creep wit tools
hatas lookin' for mechanics
trust that we them dudes
[Chorus]
I look good in my 'Lac
Got that wood in my 'Lac
And I'm grippin' when I'm tippin' through the hood in my 'Lac
Yea I ride in my 'Lac
Open wide in my 'Lac
On 84s on them vogues when I slide in my 'Lac
Top dropped in my 'Lac
Got that knock in my 'Lac
And u can hear it cause I got the trunk popped in my 'Lac
Keep a glock in my 'Lac
Somethin' cocked in my lap
Just in case a hata trip tryin to plot for my (caddillac benz)
[Verse 3 - Killa Kyleon]
I pull a presidential I'm puffin that presidential
Money cup in my hand the other guidin' the double nickel (it's G2TM)
Yea ho I'm on my paper
I'm skipping through the city
Yea ho I'm on my racer
Choppin' choppin' up the corners
I give the block a shape up
That's right I kill a scene so go put the yellow tape up
(throwin' deuces out my ceilin')
some like I play my Jacob
that's right I'm on my job
I clock in for the hatas
Grown woman on my hood in that Superman pose
Big shiny grill like my car cant keep its mouth closed
Texan wire wheels
That's right, I'm on those
Don't got friends but I got 4s on my
[Bridge - Chamillionaire]
(Caddillac and Benz)
Drop the top slow
I can feel the breeze and let my leather seats show
(Caddillac and Benz)
For show
Leanin' on voughes and a set of elbows
(In my Caddillac and Benz)
hatas outsold
everywhere I go I got to grip my .44
(In my Caddillac and Benz)
I'ma crawl slow
I'ma crawl slow
Cause that's how playas roll
(In my Caddillac and Benz)
Put On For Houston lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Female voice]
Chamillitary mayne
[Intro - Chamillionaire - talking]
Mixtape Messiah, August 27th
Put that on your calendar
It's Chamillionaire, I mean Koopa
AKA Major Pain, cause I'm a bring the majors pain
Mixtape master, the underground, bang
They ask me where Texas at and I say hold that thought
August 27th, I'm a get to that
You either die a hero or you live to see yourself become the villain
I've been showin support to all the labels in my city (yeah)
But right now it's all about Chamilli (yeah, yeah)
[Young Jeezy sample - behind the Intro]
Put on ...
Put on ...
Put on ...
I put on for my city, on, on for my city
I put on for my city, on, on for my city
I put on for my city, on, on for my city
I put on for my city, on, on for my city
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
When they see me do my magic, they say "what the heck is Koopa on?"
Texas been too quiet, so the X-Man about to produce a storm
Either die a hero or the villain is what you become
Hoppin in my Batmobile, I ch-ch-churp the Koop alarm
Salad dressing cause it's umm, plenty green and parmesan
In my pockets, in my palm, I'm about to drop a bomb
Thinkin of makin vegetation, I'm the mixtape Farmer John
So much green inside my jeans, it's like I've been out mowin lawns
I'm the real, the rest is fake, I'm the best, the rest is cake
Mixtape God I bless the tape and I put boys in they restin place (woo!)
People always test the type and they don't never test the face
That's the day I'm a be on TMZ and the day I catch a case
Think that you can take my auto and them hollows not gon' follow? [gunshot]
Better dream of bikini wearin genie out a bottle (bottle)
Some chicks that used to strip, ask to wax the Maserato
I said "forget the wax, just make it quick, just like Serato" (ha)
Got a spanish chick, that love the chips, she the Dorito lady
She ready to Frito Lay me, "el gusto es mio baby"
I hear some sharks talkin like they gonna D.O.A. me (what?)
Go ahead, jump in that water, promise there's torpedoes waitin [gunshot]
I dropped a lot of verses but I know I'm proud of mines
I see the presidents in front of me, I'm Obamatized
Rappers is politicians (yes), they all be talkin lies
Paparazzi like some Nazi, pop your posse like some spies
I used to look around me, like "it's probably you that hate me"
Now I open up my wallet and it start illuminatin
Do your damage, do it, talk your talk and mutilate me
Money talks, me and Ben always communicatin (hello)
I know you're probably thinkin, "why he talkin all that cash?" (cash)
I write my lyrics in the crib as big as Carlton's dad's
Was happy broke but super rich and they like "boy he mad"
Every problem I had last year, my money brought me all of that
Push foreigns like a chauffeur (chauffeur), stomp all the cock-a-roach a
But back when I was broker, I sold product like a broker (broker)
My next one drop it's over (over), point out somebody doper
I bet that supersoaker flip that joker like it's poker [gunshot]
Your boy ain't half of me, turn him to a casualty
Humble but I swear I'm not Barack Obama's pastor, see
I be talkin trash, yeah the mouth is a catastrophe
Don't mistake the humbleness for weakness, cause that's blasphemy
[Chorus - Chamillionaire (Young Jeezy sample)]
(I put on), some Chamilli
(On, on), some Chamilli
(I put on), some Chamilli
(On, on), some Chamilli
(Put on - Eastside)
(Put on - Southside)
(Put on - Westside)
(Put on, yeah, let's go), Chamillitary mayne
(I put on), some Chamilli
(On, on), some Chamilli
(I put on), some Chamilli
(On, on), some Chamilli
(Put on - Eastside)
(Put on - Southside)
(Put on - Westside)
(Put on), yeah, yeah
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
This weapon that stay attached to me, is grazin your anatomy
This gray one'll make you call a doctor (call a doctor), call up Grey's Anatomy (okay)
I be pushin cars out the garage like it's a factory
Service with a smile, serve a hatin rapper happily (okay)
Never miss a penny, you can't count your dough exact as me
Push come to shove, I'm pickin up money just like a vacuum G (yeah)
Always makin dough, got a bunch of Keeblers after me
Pro at bein active like what Puffy use for ac-a-ne
If you rep that Texas, I know that ya feel me
Want to pop, lock and dance, then put on that get silly
Want to dance until you're sweaty, put on that P. Diddy
Tryin to take the mixtape market (put on), that Chamilli
Chamillitary mayne
[Intro - Chamillionaire - talking]
Mixtape Messiah, August 27th
Put that on your calendar
It's Chamillionaire, I mean Koopa
AKA Major Pain, cause I'm a bring the majors pain
Mixtape master, the underground, bang
They ask me where Texas at and I say hold that thought
August 27th, I'm a get to that
You either die a hero or you live to see yourself become the villain
I've been showin support to all the labels in my city (yeah)
But right now it's all about Chamilli (yeah, yeah)
[Young Jeezy sample - behind the Intro]
Put on ...
Put on ...
Put on ...
I put on for my city, on, on for my city
I put on for my city, on, on for my city
I put on for my city, on, on for my city
I put on for my city, on, on for my city
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
When they see me do my magic, they say "what the heck is Koopa on?"
Texas been too quiet, so the X-Man about to produce a storm
Either die a hero or the villain is what you become
Hoppin in my Batmobile, I ch-ch-churp the Koop alarm
Salad dressing cause it's umm, plenty green and parmesan
In my pockets, in my palm, I'm about to drop a bomb
Thinkin of makin vegetation, I'm the mixtape Farmer John
So much green inside my jeans, it's like I've been out mowin lawns
I'm the real, the rest is fake, I'm the best, the rest is cake
Mixtape God I bless the tape and I put boys in they restin place (woo!)
People always test the type and they don't never test the face
That's the day I'm a be on TMZ and the day I catch a case
Think that you can take my auto and them hollows not gon' follow? [gunshot]
Better dream of bikini wearin genie out a bottle (bottle)
Some chicks that used to strip, ask to wax the Maserato
I said "forget the wax, just make it quick, just like Serato" (ha)
Got a spanish chick, that love the chips, she the Dorito lady
She ready to Frito Lay me, "el gusto es mio baby"
I hear some sharks talkin like they gonna D.O.A. me (what?)
Go ahead, jump in that water, promise there's torpedoes waitin [gunshot]
I dropped a lot of verses but I know I'm proud of mines
I see the presidents in front of me, I'm Obamatized
Rappers is politicians (yes), they all be talkin lies
Paparazzi like some Nazi, pop your posse like some spies
I used to look around me, like "it's probably you that hate me"
Now I open up my wallet and it start illuminatin
Do your damage, do it, talk your talk and mutilate me
Money talks, me and Ben always communicatin (hello)
I know you're probably thinkin, "why he talkin all that cash?" (cash)
I write my lyrics in the crib as big as Carlton's dad's
Was happy broke but super rich and they like "boy he mad"
Every problem I had last year, my money brought me all of that
Push foreigns like a chauffeur (chauffeur), stomp all the cock-a-roach a
But back when I was broker, I sold product like a broker (broker)
My next one drop it's over (over), point out somebody doper
I bet that supersoaker flip that joker like it's poker [gunshot]
Your boy ain't half of me, turn him to a casualty
Humble but I swear I'm not Barack Obama's pastor, see
I be talkin trash, yeah the mouth is a catastrophe
Don't mistake the humbleness for weakness, cause that's blasphemy
[Chorus - Chamillionaire (Young Jeezy sample)]
(I put on), some Chamilli
(On, on), some Chamilli
(I put on), some Chamilli
(On, on), some Chamilli
(Put on - Eastside)
(Put on - Southside)
(Put on - Westside)
(Put on, yeah, let's go), Chamillitary mayne
(I put on), some Chamilli
(On, on), some Chamilli
(I put on), some Chamilli
(On, on), some Chamilli
(Put on - Eastside)
(Put on - Southside)
(Put on - Westside)
(Put on), yeah, yeah
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
This weapon that stay attached to me, is grazin your anatomy
This gray one'll make you call a doctor (call a doctor), call up Grey's Anatomy (okay)
I be pushin cars out the garage like it's a factory
Service with a smile, serve a hatin rapper happily (okay)
Never miss a penny, you can't count your dough exact as me
Push come to shove, I'm pickin up money just like a vacuum G (yeah)
Always makin dough, got a bunch of Keeblers after me
Pro at bein active like what Puffy use for ac-a-ne
If you rep that Texas, I know that ya feel me
Want to pop, lock and dance, then put on that get silly
Want to dance until you're sweaty, put on that P. Diddy
Tryin to take the mixtape market (put on), that Chamilli
She's Watchin' Me (Skit) lyrics - Chamillionaire
She's watcing me from over there (yeah)
dreamin' of a one night affair (yeah)
I approach her like a playa
You'll need some of me in your life I swear (I swear)
hey hey heeeyyy...
hey hey heeeyyy...
Tell 'em the name...
Chamillitary mayne...
dreamin' of a one night affair (yeah)
I approach her like a playa
You'll need some of me in your life I swear (I swear)
hey hey heeeyyy...
hey hey heeeyyy...
Tell 'em the name...
Chamillitary mayne...
I'd Rather Get Bread lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Intro]
But I'd rather get some bread
But I'd rather get some bread
[Chorus]
I said I love having sex but I'd rather get some bread
But I'd rather get some bread, but I'd rather get some bread
I said I love having sex but I'd rather get some bread
But I'd rather get some bread, but I'd rather get some bread
I said I love having sex but I'd rather get some bread
I said I'd rather get some bread, I said I'd rather get some bread
I said I love having sex but I'd rather get some bread
I said I'd rather get some bread, I said I'd rather get some bread
[Verse 1]
Ay, it's two hundred women in the V.I.P.
And all of the rumours will be bout me
If they talking bout me and my D-I-C
Then tell 'em I'm the King like T.I.P.
When you worth as many millions as me
They gon' try to get close to you
Cause I put it down like I'm sposed to do
And your chick is on my promotion crew
Gossiping about what I did
Gossiping about where I live
Aight I'm joking bout where I live
Cause she will never know where that is
Girl that thing is awesome mayne
The grade that I give you is off the chain
I would love to take you to the Rikers' game
But I'd rather get some bread
Now you acting like you my dame
Magical when I do my thang
When I tell her she need to disappear
She gon' turn into a boomerang
Knock, knock, who's there?
"I'm back" Who cares?
Me not speaking no English
Girl you know I'm a true player!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
H-N-I-C of the Houston scene
I don't care how many partners that you can bring
Y'all know that I'ma run it, y'all know who the king
I'm so close on the trail that my shoes are green
Paper chasing if it's any left
And I'm on the trail till I make the catch
I be so close on that big face
That eew, I can smell Ben Franklin's breath
Y'all can try to test my success
If I ain't the best then come place ya bets
I can't see ya girl saying I ain't my sex
Because I ain't a trick, I know it ain't my cheques
The secret service bump into me
I swear y'all gon' have to be mad at me
Every dollar bill's a fatality
And every President will be casualties
An assassination it had to be
My hustle game is like Master P's
Every verse I spit is of masterpiece
Like that painting that's on my mantle piece
And my crib is worse than gigantic G's
I got corporations and entities
And my wrist is cooler than antifreeze
Cause my money stretching like Hammer P
A-N-T, what's the word?
Tell the haters I'm tugging birds
But not the drugs, that buzzing bird
I keep an eagle, I'm never scared
Word, gotta stay close to the money
Look at all the money that we making for Johnny
Don't make me a deal, that would make me a dummy
Had a bright idea, now my bracelet is sunny
I never ever tell a yellow stellar to get her groove back
I'm pulling that ella-ella-unbrella, tell her groove that
New Barack O-baller, vote for me and I'll improve rap
So in another class, Uncle Sam should charge me school tax
Used to purchase Jordans, found out Michael was a rude cat
Paid this chick to burn 'em and she only charged me two stacks
No response to those that turn on me like I don't do dat
The rumours that I'm hearing just opinions but a few facts
[Chorus]
But I'd rather get some bread
But I'd rather get some bread
[Chorus]
I said I love having sex but I'd rather get some bread
But I'd rather get some bread, but I'd rather get some bread
I said I love having sex but I'd rather get some bread
But I'd rather get some bread, but I'd rather get some bread
I said I love having sex but I'd rather get some bread
I said I'd rather get some bread, I said I'd rather get some bread
I said I love having sex but I'd rather get some bread
I said I'd rather get some bread, I said I'd rather get some bread
[Verse 1]
Ay, it's two hundred women in the V.I.P.
And all of the rumours will be bout me
If they talking bout me and my D-I-C
Then tell 'em I'm the King like T.I.P.
When you worth as many millions as me
They gon' try to get close to you
Cause I put it down like I'm sposed to do
And your chick is on my promotion crew
Gossiping about what I did
Gossiping about where I live
Aight I'm joking bout where I live
Cause she will never know where that is
Girl that thing is awesome mayne
The grade that I give you is off the chain
I would love to take you to the Rikers' game
But I'd rather get some bread
Now you acting like you my dame
Magical when I do my thang
When I tell her she need to disappear
She gon' turn into a boomerang
Knock, knock, who's there?
"I'm back" Who cares?
Me not speaking no English
Girl you know I'm a true player!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
H-N-I-C of the Houston scene
I don't care how many partners that you can bring
Y'all know that I'ma run it, y'all know who the king
I'm so close on the trail that my shoes are green
Paper chasing if it's any left
And I'm on the trail till I make the catch
I be so close on that big face
That eew, I can smell Ben Franklin's breath
Y'all can try to test my success
If I ain't the best then come place ya bets
I can't see ya girl saying I ain't my sex
Because I ain't a trick, I know it ain't my cheques
The secret service bump into me
I swear y'all gon' have to be mad at me
Every dollar bill's a fatality
And every President will be casualties
An assassination it had to be
My hustle game is like Master P's
Every verse I spit is of masterpiece
Like that painting that's on my mantle piece
And my crib is worse than gigantic G's
I got corporations and entities
And my wrist is cooler than antifreeze
Cause my money stretching like Hammer P
A-N-T, what's the word?
Tell the haters I'm tugging birds
But not the drugs, that buzzing bird
I keep an eagle, I'm never scared
Word, gotta stay close to the money
Look at all the money that we making for Johnny
Don't make me a deal, that would make me a dummy
Had a bright idea, now my bracelet is sunny
I never ever tell a yellow stellar to get her groove back
I'm pulling that ella-ella-unbrella, tell her groove that
New Barack O-baller, vote for me and I'll improve rap
So in another class, Uncle Sam should charge me school tax
Used to purchase Jordans, found out Michael was a rude cat
Paid this chick to burn 'em and she only charged me two stacks
No response to those that turn on me like I don't do dat
The rumours that I'm hearing just opinions but a few facts
[Chorus]
Fire Drill Skill lyrics - Chamillionaire
Hustlin the grands, hustle cause I can
Hustle like my mother was in love with rubber bands
Russia and Japan, Russia pass the fans
I am not a sucker, sucker mother was a Stan
I ain't never ran, I am number tan
If ten is meaning best then we are votin who the man
Jumpin out the Lam-borghini, they like damn
Wanna be like him so I can get me one of them
I ain't gon' pretend, gun it never jam
Cadillac the truck, I got another that's sedan
Money come from Pam, money come to hand
That's the bitches manager, I want her, I'ma span
Ask me where I been, I've been spending Ben
Franklins and swangin, gettin mileage on my Benz
I ain't gon' pretend, I ain't one of them
People that be fake, so effort, I don't want a friend
The industry is saying that boy got skills
And the streets is saying that boy so real
Who that boy trackin that boy Chamill'?
Always give you somethin that boys gon' feel
Hustle like my mother was in love with rubber bands
Russia and Japan, Russia pass the fans
I am not a sucker, sucker mother was a Stan
I ain't never ran, I am number tan
If ten is meaning best then we are votin who the man
Jumpin out the Lam-borghini, they like damn
Wanna be like him so I can get me one of them
I ain't gon' pretend, gun it never jam
Cadillac the truck, I got another that's sedan
Money come from Pam, money come to hand
That's the bitches manager, I want her, I'ma span
Ask me where I been, I've been spending Ben
Franklins and swangin, gettin mileage on my Benz
I ain't gon' pretend, I ain't one of them
People that be fake, so effort, I don't want a friend
The industry is saying that boy got skills
And the streets is saying that boy so real
Who that boy trackin that boy Chamill'?
Always give you somethin that boys gon' feel
Top Down Money Up lyrics - Chamillionaire
Yeeeeaaah, look up in the sky
It's not a bird, it's not a plane
It's one of them little Batman symbol things
Except it's got a lizard in it
Chamillitary, let's get it, ye-yeah!
Top down, money up, gotta stay on the grind (grind)
Top down, money up, gotta stay on the grind (grind)
Top down, money up, gotta stay on the grind (grind)
Gotta stay on the grind homie, gotta stay on the grind homie (for real)
Top down, money up, gotta stay on the grind (grind)
Top down, money up, gotta stay on the grind (grind)
Top down, money up, gotta stay on the grind (grind)
Gotta stay on the grind (grind), gotta go and get mine homie
I move from lobby to lobby and the shottie ridin beside me
I bet that shottie go lollipop if you tryin to rob me
No, that's probably a hottie, she tuggin on me like a dolly
Black Magic on my tires, while she Mr. Miyagi the body - wax on, wax off
I'm a player, don't play so play up above me
All this vegetation I'm makin, I bet ya say that you're hungry
Jenny Craig for my bread, my wallet lookin so pudgy
Got that cake, got that cream, the fat one say that she love me
I'ma put the city on my back, I mean put it right back on my back
And it still say R.I.P. to that Pimp C on back of that 'Llac
And I keep these broads goin crazy, talk so much smack on my tracks
Because I'm a mack/Mac like your laptop so tell 'em that on iChat
Uh, you should mind your bidness here, you should mind your bidness dear
All this money I'ma get this year, that mean your money gon' disappear
Ain't no women strippin here, ain't no women strippin here?
Wait till they see my whip appear, that's what I call whip appeal
It's the Barack O-baller, I know she tryna holler
Roll her number on a dollar but I really just want the dollar
I hope it's not your daughter, cause I'm probably not gon' call her
Universal Republic, yeah I'm the shot that's in your revolver
Yeah I'm reloading homie, the pistol holder's on me
And you know I'm talkin to you know who cause you know you're phoney
It's lonely at the top but I like ridin solo
Shake off complainers and tell 'em that you won't be rollin no mo'
Some want some in the ruler and his first statement said "You suck"
Musical chairs, see the chopper, gon' beat a goose, you duck
Texas used to be screwed up but you ain't us, you can't fool us
Got a problem with Koopa? When, where, how, who, what?
He said he hate my confidence and how I wreck the beat
Talkin down in front of me, I hope you got some special teeth
I got my hand on the trigger, the fakeness about rest in peace
Actin just like my publicist, I think I'm bout to press release
The mover, you the shaker, I'm the realest, you the faker
Chamillinators, fact then I'm back to rebuking haters
I promise I pull the baddest broad in stew to bake her
I'm true to paper and pretty ones always glued to paper
Nah I ain't got to love her, Texas I got ya covered
They tryna be all on the D so I'm bout to pull out the rubbers
Got a ghetto chick that I know that'll sock a soccer mother
And after that probably go to her house and sock her mother
I showed the underground how to attract the dollars bills
But I got some haters in the city that want me to keep it real
Sayin that the kid went commercial to get a deal
You a clown, need to go do commercials for happy meals
They ain't heard my voice in a minute so the ladies say they been gettin restless
Dallas, Fort Worth, San Antonio, Killeen, Austin and Tyler Texas
Like Biggie said "Rub on your breasts", remove your clothes, you don't need your dresses
A lotta people say they the best but their words are not impressive
Lames know that I burn money, I'ma show you how to melt a stack
First I'ma go hit the bank, then hit Harlem Nights after that
They know I've been on the grind in every city that's on the map
Looked down at the welcome mat and noticed it said "Welcome back"
Ho, all this applause for me? I appreciate it, thank you, thank you
I don't need no birthday cake though, I got enough cake
I'm on you boy, yeah, you know what it is, Koopa
It's not a bird, it's not a plane
It's one of them little Batman symbol things
Except it's got a lizard in it
Chamillitary, let's get it, ye-yeah!
Top down, money up, gotta stay on the grind (grind)
Top down, money up, gotta stay on the grind (grind)
Top down, money up, gotta stay on the grind (grind)
Gotta stay on the grind homie, gotta stay on the grind homie (for real)
Top down, money up, gotta stay on the grind (grind)
Top down, money up, gotta stay on the grind (grind)
Top down, money up, gotta stay on the grind (grind)
Gotta stay on the grind (grind), gotta go and get mine homie
I move from lobby to lobby and the shottie ridin beside me
I bet that shottie go lollipop if you tryin to rob me
No, that's probably a hottie, she tuggin on me like a dolly
Black Magic on my tires, while she Mr. Miyagi the body - wax on, wax off
I'm a player, don't play so play up above me
All this vegetation I'm makin, I bet ya say that you're hungry
Jenny Craig for my bread, my wallet lookin so pudgy
Got that cake, got that cream, the fat one say that she love me
I'ma put the city on my back, I mean put it right back on my back
And it still say R.I.P. to that Pimp C on back of that 'Llac
And I keep these broads goin crazy, talk so much smack on my tracks
Because I'm a mack/Mac like your laptop so tell 'em that on iChat
Uh, you should mind your bidness here, you should mind your bidness dear
All this money I'ma get this year, that mean your money gon' disappear
Ain't no women strippin here, ain't no women strippin here?
Wait till they see my whip appear, that's what I call whip appeal
It's the Barack O-baller, I know she tryna holler
Roll her number on a dollar but I really just want the dollar
I hope it's not your daughter, cause I'm probably not gon' call her
Universal Republic, yeah I'm the shot that's in your revolver
Yeah I'm reloading homie, the pistol holder's on me
And you know I'm talkin to you know who cause you know you're phoney
It's lonely at the top but I like ridin solo
Shake off complainers and tell 'em that you won't be rollin no mo'
Some want some in the ruler and his first statement said "You suck"
Musical chairs, see the chopper, gon' beat a goose, you duck
Texas used to be screwed up but you ain't us, you can't fool us
Got a problem with Koopa? When, where, how, who, what?
He said he hate my confidence and how I wreck the beat
Talkin down in front of me, I hope you got some special teeth
I got my hand on the trigger, the fakeness about rest in peace
Actin just like my publicist, I think I'm bout to press release
The mover, you the shaker, I'm the realest, you the faker
Chamillinators, fact then I'm back to rebuking haters
I promise I pull the baddest broad in stew to bake her
I'm true to paper and pretty ones always glued to paper
Nah I ain't got to love her, Texas I got ya covered
They tryna be all on the D so I'm bout to pull out the rubbers
Got a ghetto chick that I know that'll sock a soccer mother
And after that probably go to her house and sock her mother
I showed the underground how to attract the dollars bills
But I got some haters in the city that want me to keep it real
Sayin that the kid went commercial to get a deal
You a clown, need to go do commercials for happy meals
They ain't heard my voice in a minute so the ladies say they been gettin restless
Dallas, Fort Worth, San Antonio, Killeen, Austin and Tyler Texas
Like Biggie said "Rub on your breasts", remove your clothes, you don't need your dresses
A lotta people say they the best but their words are not impressive
Lames know that I burn money, I'ma show you how to melt a stack
First I'ma go hit the bank, then hit Harlem Nights after that
They know I've been on the grind in every city that's on the map
Looked down at the welcome mat and noticed it said "Welcome back"
Ho, all this applause for me? I appreciate it, thank you, thank you
I don't need no birthday cake though, I got enough cake
I'm on you boy, yeah, you know what it is, Koopa
Block On Smash lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Intro]
I got the block on smash
I got the block on smash
Hey, hey-yay-ey, mmmm...
[Hook]
I got the block on smash
But what I'm gon' do with all this doggone cash?
If you do your thang, I'ma make it rain
But only if you work it like I work my wood grain
I got the ice on chill
What I'm gon' do with all these hundred dollar bills?
Hundred dollar bills, you know what it is
But only if you work it like I work my wood wheel
[Verse 1]
Koopa, she thought about my riches and said "Give me what you have"
And then she told her homegirl to go and get a couple bags
And that's when I replied and said "You must be bad at math"
My money flow like water, let's dive in and take a bath
Splash, I'ma put some credit on the tab
You see the card that's black and that's the equivalent of cash
I'ma personalise my tags and call my slab the cab
Cause when she's hoppin in, yeah she gon' have to pay for that
Relax, cause I got my speakers to the max
When I speak and start massagin it's like lotion on your back
Every club that I hit is packed, everything I say is fact
So if I said it you can bet that it's gon' always be exact
[Interlude]
Haha, hi hater, I know what you thinkin
Why all the girls gotta slide towards him when he fall off in the club?
That's cause I'm smellin like ten thousand dollar cologne
You like what kind of cologne cost ten thousand dollars?
That's that Wells Fargo Number Nine, take a sniff of success baby
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Boucin to the boot, lookin for ladies to recruit
You can check and see that the swanger's sittin crooked like a tooth
Vodka with the juice, now she tellin me that she loose
Now she tellin me by the train and saying her friend is the caboose
(True, true) Oops, I promised not to kiss and tell
Cause I don't tell and might as well say that I ain't gon' kiss your girl
I'ma bail in a Chevelle and just smoke, gon' leave a trail
Swanger swangin while I'm slowly slidin sluggish like a snail
Chamillionaire yeah! And I'm still popped up crooked
Actin like we don't see the watchers lookin
Plenty of heat in that stash spot, just cookin
Gonna make me open up a box of whoopin
[Hook]
I got the block on smash
I got the block on smash
Hey, hey-yay-ey, mmmm...
[Hook]
I got the block on smash
But what I'm gon' do with all this doggone cash?
If you do your thang, I'ma make it rain
But only if you work it like I work my wood grain
I got the ice on chill
What I'm gon' do with all these hundred dollar bills?
Hundred dollar bills, you know what it is
But only if you work it like I work my wood wheel
[Verse 1]
Koopa, she thought about my riches and said "Give me what you have"
And then she told her homegirl to go and get a couple bags
And that's when I replied and said "You must be bad at math"
My money flow like water, let's dive in and take a bath
Splash, I'ma put some credit on the tab
You see the card that's black and that's the equivalent of cash
I'ma personalise my tags and call my slab the cab
Cause when she's hoppin in, yeah she gon' have to pay for that
Relax, cause I got my speakers to the max
When I speak and start massagin it's like lotion on your back
Every club that I hit is packed, everything I say is fact
So if I said it you can bet that it's gon' always be exact
[Interlude]
Haha, hi hater, I know what you thinkin
Why all the girls gotta slide towards him when he fall off in the club?
That's cause I'm smellin like ten thousand dollar cologne
You like what kind of cologne cost ten thousand dollars?
That's that Wells Fargo Number Nine, take a sniff of success baby
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Boucin to the boot, lookin for ladies to recruit
You can check and see that the swanger's sittin crooked like a tooth
Vodka with the juice, now she tellin me that she loose
Now she tellin me by the train and saying her friend is the caboose
(True, true) Oops, I promised not to kiss and tell
Cause I don't tell and might as well say that I ain't gon' kiss your girl
I'ma bail in a Chevelle and just smoke, gon' leave a trail
Swanger swangin while I'm slowly slidin sluggish like a snail
Chamillionaire yeah! And I'm still popped up crooked
Actin like we don't see the watchers lookin
Plenty of heat in that stash spot, just cookin
Gonna make me open up a box of whoopin
[Hook]
Never lyrics - Chamillionaire (feat. Killer Mike)
[Killer Mike]
I done been to hell and back and never goin back
In other words I sell it soft now, never crack
A judge'll give you time, you'll never see the streets again
And even though you said you'll never snitch on any friend
You ain't never seen the walls of a Fed pen
You ain't never seen the Brotherhood of Aryans
You ain't never seen the Mafia of Mexicans
So how the fuck you say you'll never snitch on any men
You are scared dog, you ain't never seen that
That's why the Mexicans never deal direct with blacks
Niggas always complain they never comin up
When they get banged they can never shut the fuck up
Niggas need to organize but they never will
Niggas kill each other over rims and petty grills
Niggas think small, trappin on a petty street
Niggas need to think big, do a big meet
But you never will, and I've never lied
Why so many niggas follow Rule 35?
That's when niggas cut they time cause they testify
But rappers never tell you that because they live a lie
I have lived things I will not recover from
The taste of cocaine left my own mother numb
The bible says honor father and mother
So if you disrespect her, I'll ride on you motherfucker
Tell 'em Mister Never Scared is on the street again
And I've sworn to God I'll never ever leave again
Sleep is set, the plug is in, it's time to eat again
And I'll feed her, never touch the trap or street again
Responded back my nigga, I'ma murder rap
And our kids'll never ever see the street or trap
These hatin niggas better pray that I become a factor
Or I'ma mass up, murder all faker rappers
Grind Time rap gang
Yeah, hey, bang, bang, bang
Yeah, hey, bang, bang, bang
Hey, yeah, Grind Time rap gang
Grind Time rap gang
Fucker it's bang, bang, bang
I done been to hell and back and never goin back
In other words I sell it soft now, never crack
A judge'll give you time, you'll never see the streets again
And even though you said you'll never snitch on any friend
You ain't never seen the walls of a Fed pen
You ain't never seen the Brotherhood of Aryans
You ain't never seen the Mafia of Mexicans
So how the fuck you say you'll never snitch on any men
You are scared dog, you ain't never seen that
That's why the Mexicans never deal direct with blacks
Niggas always complain they never comin up
When they get banged they can never shut the fuck up
Niggas need to organize but they never will
Niggas kill each other over rims and petty grills
Niggas think small, trappin on a petty street
Niggas need to think big, do a big meet
But you never will, and I've never lied
Why so many niggas follow Rule 35?
That's when niggas cut they time cause they testify
But rappers never tell you that because they live a lie
I have lived things I will not recover from
The taste of cocaine left my own mother numb
The bible says honor father and mother
So if you disrespect her, I'll ride on you motherfucker
Tell 'em Mister Never Scared is on the street again
And I've sworn to God I'll never ever leave again
Sleep is set, the plug is in, it's time to eat again
And I'll feed her, never touch the trap or street again
Responded back my nigga, I'ma murder rap
And our kids'll never ever see the street or trap
These hatin niggas better pray that I become a factor
Or I'ma mass up, murder all faker rappers
Grind Time rap gang
Yeah, hey, bang, bang, bang
Yeah, hey, bang, bang, bang
Hey, yeah, Grind Time rap gang
Grind Time rap gang
Fucker it's bang, bang, bang
Diamonds Exposed Break lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Intro - Chamillionaire - talking]
Log on
Chamillionaire.com
We got a all new social network
A all new social website, I'm on there, I'm active
Holla at me, chamillionaire.com baby
[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
Heeey, I'm livin good, couldn't be better
Grippin wood, on the leather
Lettin 'em look at my bezzle (at my bezzle)
I got my diamonds exposed
I'm a shine and I'm a glow
Got my diamonds exposed
I'm a shine and I'm a glow
Y'all know I'm in the hood gettin cheddar
Floatin just like a feather
Sittin up on propellers
Heeey, I got my diamonds exposed
I'm a shine and I'm a glow
Got my diamonds exposed
I'm a shine and I'm a glow
Y'all know I got to flo-ss
[Break - Chamillionaire - talking]
Hold up man, I know I was supposed to drop this Mixtape Messiah 4 a long time ago
But ah, honestly after Pimp passed, I really didn't feel like putting it out
I was kind of chilling, on the whole music thing
A lot of people was asking me where I was at
And where I've been, what I've been up to
But really, if you listened to the album, +Ultimate Victory+, my last, sophomore album
Then you will see, that at the end of it
I told you ahead of time, what I was going to do
I was going to take a little vacation because
I've been like grinding on this mixtape thing since 1998
Never took no break, working hard man
You could see the stress on my face
Just always dealing with rap, every single day man
I had to take some time away from it man
Just to get my thoughts together, come back and be right, you know?
But I got a new album coming fourth quarter
Ah, the name is "to be announced"
Stay tuned to chamillionaire.com, I'll give you all the information man
We back on, we ready to get it, know what I'm talking about?
And ah, honestly man, even though I'm messing with boys from Texas
After the +Won't Let You Down+ song
I felt like I wasn't going to mess with nobody from Texas
And I'm a say that because I tried to get everybody on the song cleared
And I couldn't get nobody cleared
Well almost nobody, I got Pimp cleared
R.I.P. to him, he passed away
But he was cleared on the record
And I was a little bit upset because I feel like that record could have went a lot further than it did
Like there was actually no video for that record
I never got another video, because I couldn't get my "peers," cleared
Wow!
I ain't trying to point the fingers at nobody
I'm just saying man, as fans y'all need to put the pressure on everybody in Texas to come with it
Because I'm a come with it
I know y'all be hitting me on every website I got, telling me I need to step it up
So you need to do the same with everybody else man
You know what I'm saying?
We ain't nothing without y'all
Chamillionaire.com, log on and let me know what the business is
And if you trying to get in contact with me
You can call me at 832-514-4730
Yeah, I'm getting my Mike Jones on right now
I mean there's so much that I could say
But I ain't really want to talk y'all ear off
On this CD, cause that's what I do and then they start say I'm preaching
And you know how that go
But I'm a give y'all a lot of information on chamillionaire.com man
Y'all log on, I'll let you know what the business is
[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
Heeey, I'm livin good, couldn't be better
Grippin wood, on the leather
Lettin 'em look at my bezzle (at my bezzle)
I got my diamonds exposed ('sposed, 'sposed)
Feelin good, crawlin slow
I got my diamonds exposed ('sposed, 'sposed)
Feelin good, crawlin slow
Y'all know I'm in the hood gettin cheddar
Floatin just like a feather
Sittin up on propellers
Heeey, I got my diamonds exposed ('sposed, 'sposed)
Feelin good, crawlin slow
I got my diamonds exposed ('sposed, 'sposed)
Feelin good, crawlin slow
Y'all know I got to flo-ss
[Outro - Chamillionaire - talking]
My new album will drop fourth quarter
December, y'all look out for that man
I promise, I promise, I'm in the zone
Log on
Chamillionaire.com
We got a all new social network
A all new social website, I'm on there, I'm active
Holla at me, chamillionaire.com baby
[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
Heeey, I'm livin good, couldn't be better
Grippin wood, on the leather
Lettin 'em look at my bezzle (at my bezzle)
I got my diamonds exposed
I'm a shine and I'm a glow
Got my diamonds exposed
I'm a shine and I'm a glow
Y'all know I'm in the hood gettin cheddar
Floatin just like a feather
Sittin up on propellers
Heeey, I got my diamonds exposed
I'm a shine and I'm a glow
Got my diamonds exposed
I'm a shine and I'm a glow
Y'all know I got to flo-ss
[Break - Chamillionaire - talking]
Hold up man, I know I was supposed to drop this Mixtape Messiah 4 a long time ago
But ah, honestly after Pimp passed, I really didn't feel like putting it out
I was kind of chilling, on the whole music thing
A lot of people was asking me where I was at
And where I've been, what I've been up to
But really, if you listened to the album, +Ultimate Victory+, my last, sophomore album
Then you will see, that at the end of it
I told you ahead of time, what I was going to do
I was going to take a little vacation because
I've been like grinding on this mixtape thing since 1998
Never took no break, working hard man
You could see the stress on my face
Just always dealing with rap, every single day man
I had to take some time away from it man
Just to get my thoughts together, come back and be right, you know?
But I got a new album coming fourth quarter
Ah, the name is "to be announced"
Stay tuned to chamillionaire.com, I'll give you all the information man
We back on, we ready to get it, know what I'm talking about?
And ah, honestly man, even though I'm messing with boys from Texas
After the +Won't Let You Down+ song
I felt like I wasn't going to mess with nobody from Texas
And I'm a say that because I tried to get everybody on the song cleared
And I couldn't get nobody cleared
Well almost nobody, I got Pimp cleared
R.I.P. to him, he passed away
But he was cleared on the record
And I was a little bit upset because I feel like that record could have went a lot further than it did
Like there was actually no video for that record
I never got another video, because I couldn't get my "peers," cleared
Wow!
I ain't trying to point the fingers at nobody
I'm just saying man, as fans y'all need to put the pressure on everybody in Texas to come with it
Because I'm a come with it
I know y'all be hitting me on every website I got, telling me I need to step it up
So you need to do the same with everybody else man
You know what I'm saying?
We ain't nothing without y'all
Chamillionaire.com, log on and let me know what the business is
And if you trying to get in contact with me
You can call me at 832-514-4730
Yeah, I'm getting my Mike Jones on right now
I mean there's so much that I could say
But I ain't really want to talk y'all ear off
On this CD, cause that's what I do and then they start say I'm preaching
And you know how that go
But I'm a give y'all a lot of information on chamillionaire.com man
Y'all log on, I'll let you know what the business is
[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
Heeey, I'm livin good, couldn't be better
Grippin wood, on the leather
Lettin 'em look at my bezzle (at my bezzle)
I got my diamonds exposed ('sposed, 'sposed)
Feelin good, crawlin slow
I got my diamonds exposed ('sposed, 'sposed)
Feelin good, crawlin slow
Y'all know I'm in the hood gettin cheddar
Floatin just like a feather
Sittin up on propellers
Heeey, I got my diamonds exposed ('sposed, 'sposed)
Feelin good, crawlin slow
I got my diamonds exposed ('sposed, 'sposed)
Feelin good, crawlin slow
Y'all know I got to flo-ss
[Outro - Chamillionaire - talking]
My new album will drop fourth quarter
December, y'all look out for that man
I promise, I promise, I'm in the zone
2 Real lyrics - Chamillionaire (feat. Lil' Flip)
(187, 187, 187)
(Who's next?)
[Intro - Chopped and Screwed Voice - talking behind Chorus - w/ ad libs]
Screwed Up Click
You know what this means, right?
Clover G! Let's go
Yeah, I'm too real to be an actor
Ya dig?
You know who you are
You be home, you behind the mic
Not me though
[Chorus]
"Nigga's a threat, too real to be an actor" - [8X]
[Verse 1 - Lil' Flip]
This ain't a movie, this more like a screenplay
Cause on the real I went to the block each day (for real)
The G way, so hit me on my three way
Look if you want to live, you better take it easy
You jump, fly with me, I clip your wings off
You violate me again, I infa beam y'all
This H-Town, the home of the trunk poppers
Oh and I'm on that kush nigga, I'm a funk doctor
I make hits in the streets and in the booth
So keep playin I'll put one on you (YOU)
I'm tatted up, cause I love takin pain
I give my artist's a cheat and tell 'em "keep the change"
I ain't petty player, I buy the whole thang
My work pure since you want to talk blow man
I got that shit that made Len Bias overdose
Yours truly, the King of the Third Coast
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
Yo, it's Koopa baby, uh
Jackers pay attention and don't get the script confused
Cause I promise Black & Decker ain't gon' miss you with the tools
Better duck before you lose, like McDuck or Mr. Scrooge
I ain't givin away a golden cent or nothin to you fools
Clownin on the camera, tryin to get you on the news
Sometimes the cloest ones, the ones who tryin to see you lose
They say that "Family Matters" tell Urkel that I'm the truth
Cause I'm a be a "Family Guy" 'til Stewie get it misconstrued
Scratchin off the serial, materials get thrown away
For jackers I got that cereal, I'm pourin out the Special K
Don't get blown away, plot and you will bowl away
From no one just with a Cheerio size hole to stay
Homie it ain't no debate, some Pirelli's known to hate
So I had to motivate a set of O's to hold my swangs
Tippin on my rollerblades, head to toe way on them thangs
Tickets just get thrown away like I was supposed to pay
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Lil' Flip]
Look, aye it's way too late to try to make peace
Just be glad they didn't find your ass on the streets
First they said H-Town wasn't gonna blow
But we proved 'em wrong, even Bun B went gold
I'm Michael Phelps, the way I swim up in your wife
Look I'm the reason her juice box ain't tight
(Who the King of Houston?), y'all better say me
Cause Def Jam Vendetta is the only way you'll play me
[Verse 4 - Chamillionaire]
NBA Live 2006, only way that they'll play me
I was born to be a boss and you just a trainee
In money that we trust, so you can trust in me
Cause I am money, you should see how much I clutched this week
They say that money talks, so you can trust this speech
It's Barack O'Balla baby, let's do lunch, let's feast
Landlord of the H, let's discuss this lease
If you in Texas and you leanin, then adjust your seat, for Pimp C
[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
[Outro - Lil' Flip - talking]
Hey, we too real man
For real, yeah
Too real to be an actor, man
(187, 187, who's next?) 187, who's next?
Hahaha
Hey Cham man
It feel good to be amongst the platinum elite club baby
Hey let 'em know
The grind don't stop, Flipgates, Chamillionaire
It's Volume 4, right?
Hey Cham man, let these niggaz know man
I'm fuckin with these beats now
682-561-8900
(Who's next?)
[Intro - Chopped and Screwed Voice - talking behind Chorus - w/ ad libs]
Screwed Up Click
You know what this means, right?
Clover G! Let's go
Yeah, I'm too real to be an actor
Ya dig?
You know who you are
You be home, you behind the mic
Not me though
[Chorus]
"Nigga's a threat, too real to be an actor" - [8X]
[Verse 1 - Lil' Flip]
This ain't a movie, this more like a screenplay
Cause on the real I went to the block each day (for real)
The G way, so hit me on my three way
Look if you want to live, you better take it easy
You jump, fly with me, I clip your wings off
You violate me again, I infa beam y'all
This H-Town, the home of the trunk poppers
Oh and I'm on that kush nigga, I'm a funk doctor
I make hits in the streets and in the booth
So keep playin I'll put one on you (YOU)
I'm tatted up, cause I love takin pain
I give my artist's a cheat and tell 'em "keep the change"
I ain't petty player, I buy the whole thang
My work pure since you want to talk blow man
I got that shit that made Len Bias overdose
Yours truly, the King of the Third Coast
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
Yo, it's Koopa baby, uh
Jackers pay attention and don't get the script confused
Cause I promise Black & Decker ain't gon' miss you with the tools
Better duck before you lose, like McDuck or Mr. Scrooge
I ain't givin away a golden cent or nothin to you fools
Clownin on the camera, tryin to get you on the news
Sometimes the cloest ones, the ones who tryin to see you lose
They say that "Family Matters" tell Urkel that I'm the truth
Cause I'm a be a "Family Guy" 'til Stewie get it misconstrued
Scratchin off the serial, materials get thrown away
For jackers I got that cereal, I'm pourin out the Special K
Don't get blown away, plot and you will bowl away
From no one just with a Cheerio size hole to stay
Homie it ain't no debate, some Pirelli's known to hate
So I had to motivate a set of O's to hold my swangs
Tippin on my rollerblades, head to toe way on them thangs
Tickets just get thrown away like I was supposed to pay
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Lil' Flip]
Look, aye it's way too late to try to make peace
Just be glad they didn't find your ass on the streets
First they said H-Town wasn't gonna blow
But we proved 'em wrong, even Bun B went gold
I'm Michael Phelps, the way I swim up in your wife
Look I'm the reason her juice box ain't tight
(Who the King of Houston?), y'all better say me
Cause Def Jam Vendetta is the only way you'll play me
[Verse 4 - Chamillionaire]
NBA Live 2006, only way that they'll play me
I was born to be a boss and you just a trainee
In money that we trust, so you can trust in me
Cause I am money, you should see how much I clutched this week
They say that money talks, so you can trust this speech
It's Barack O'Balla baby, let's do lunch, let's feast
Landlord of the H, let's discuss this lease
If you in Texas and you leanin, then adjust your seat, for Pimp C
[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
[Outro - Lil' Flip - talking]
Hey, we too real man
For real, yeah
Too real to be an actor, man
(187, 187, who's next?) 187, who's next?
Hahaha
Hey Cham man
It feel good to be amongst the platinum elite club baby
Hey let 'em know
The grind don't stop, Flipgates, Chamillionaire
It's Volume 4, right?
Hey Cham man, let these niggaz know man
I'm fuckin with these beats now
682-561-8900
2 MPH lyrics - Chamillionaire (feat. Bun B, Paul Wall, Mistah F.A.B.)
"Sippin, sippin on lean, sippin, sippin on bo'"
[Bun B]
Comin down grippin grain, diamonds up against the wood
Tops drop, blades chop, trunk is popped, I'm lookin good
Swangin down the boulevard, chunky deuce, the fifth is shinin
The queen is ridin shotgun and Finger's behind me
So never you mind me, I'm just hustling, grindin
My pockets are heavy and my diamonds are blindin
My pistols are loaded and cocked so know that I'm ready
I'll die for my family dog but I'll kill for my fair day
R.I.P. to my baby bro, UGK until
It ain't no stopping this movement, you lose on the real
Cause we keeping it trill, that's from ashes to dust
We got paper to make and fake nigga's asses to bust
If you down for your hood, and you bangin that Screw
Put your sets in the sky, cause this one is for you
Keep on keepin it true, fuck haters and again
Cause we don't play the game to say we play, we play to win
[Hook: Mistah F.A.B. X2]
Leanin to the side, you cain't speed through
Two miles per hour, so everybody sees you
Ridin by myself, with the pistol in the do'
"Sippin, sippin on lean, sippin, sippin on bo'"
[Mistah F.A.B.]
Candy on my big wheel, yeah man I'm still a kid
Twenty-six, rims same age as me, can you dig?
Ridin down the block, knockin pictures off your wall
Just showin off my grill made by Paul Wall
Alpine speakers in my grill on blast
Like my boys in Texas, hittin corner on them slabs
Seat laid back, you know how us pimps be
Keep your head up Bun B, rest in peace Pimp C
A mill' on mine rolled back to back and young millionaires we haven't scratched
Rhyme through the hood and habitat, candy paint look like some cabbage patch
Haters hot, they mad at that, Chamillionaire, how F.A.B. get that?
Two dimes in a car, how bad is that? King of the jungle, you an alley cat
Prince of the coast brought Cali back, just threw some D's on a Cadillac
Smoke so much, got cataracts, been rollin up for a matter of fact
F.A.B. get love where F.A.B. is at, from the Bay to the South where them slabs is at
Oakland down to Houston, only rollin with them savage cats
[Hook X2]
[Chamillionaire (Over Hook: Chamillitary mayne, yeah)]
It's gon' be, F-A-C, T to the Feds gon' mess with me
And F-A-B, when they see, mixtape money yes they pay me
Mugabe, Inspector G, bring 'em all cause they cain't get me
Ten vehicles parked in the yard, pick your choice, I'll get that key
Take that jet out to West, let's swang and get our swerve on
Hit that strip in my whip, gon' strip and let them sexy curves show
Vehicle sittin very low, pimp that caddy very slow
They like "Yeah, Chamillionaire, the realest I done heard holmes"
[Paul Wall]
I'm leanin to the side sideways, sittin crooked
My Jolly Ratchet paint got all of the people lookin
I'm beatin down the block, givin the streets an ass whoopin
Peep the way a player move, take notes lil young-un
I'm movin slow mo', leanin off a potent fo'
Pistol in my lap, plus another one in the side do'
You know I'm just a young hustler all about my doe
Gettin cake and stackin up that paper, I need mo'
[Hook X2]
"Sippin, sippin on lean, sippin, sippin on bo'"
[Bun B]
Comin down grippin grain, diamonds up against the wood
Tops drop, blades chop, trunk is popped, I'm lookin good
Swangin down the boulevard, chunky deuce, the fifth is shinin
The queen is ridin shotgun and Finger's behind me
So never you mind me, I'm just hustling, grindin
My pockets are heavy and my diamonds are blindin
My pistols are loaded and cocked so know that I'm ready
I'll die for my family dog but I'll kill for my fair day
R.I.P. to my baby bro, UGK until
It ain't no stopping this movement, you lose on the real
Cause we keeping it trill, that's from ashes to dust
We got paper to make and fake nigga's asses to bust
If you down for your hood, and you bangin that Screw
Put your sets in the sky, cause this one is for you
Keep on keepin it true, fuck haters and again
Cause we don't play the game to say we play, we play to win
[Hook: Mistah F.A.B. X2]
Leanin to the side, you cain't speed through
Two miles per hour, so everybody sees you
Ridin by myself, with the pistol in the do'
"Sippin, sippin on lean, sippin, sippin on bo'"
[Mistah F.A.B.]
Candy on my big wheel, yeah man I'm still a kid
Twenty-six, rims same age as me, can you dig?
Ridin down the block, knockin pictures off your wall
Just showin off my grill made by Paul Wall
Alpine speakers in my grill on blast
Like my boys in Texas, hittin corner on them slabs
Seat laid back, you know how us pimps be
Keep your head up Bun B, rest in peace Pimp C
A mill' on mine rolled back to back and young millionaires we haven't scratched
Rhyme through the hood and habitat, candy paint look like some cabbage patch
Haters hot, they mad at that, Chamillionaire, how F.A.B. get that?
Two dimes in a car, how bad is that? King of the jungle, you an alley cat
Prince of the coast brought Cali back, just threw some D's on a Cadillac
Smoke so much, got cataracts, been rollin up for a matter of fact
F.A.B. get love where F.A.B. is at, from the Bay to the South where them slabs is at
Oakland down to Houston, only rollin with them savage cats
[Hook X2]
[Chamillionaire (Over Hook: Chamillitary mayne, yeah)]
It's gon' be, F-A-C, T to the Feds gon' mess with me
And F-A-B, when they see, mixtape money yes they pay me
Mugabe, Inspector G, bring 'em all cause they cain't get me
Ten vehicles parked in the yard, pick your choice, I'll get that key
Take that jet out to West, let's swang and get our swerve on
Hit that strip in my whip, gon' strip and let them sexy curves show
Vehicle sittin very low, pimp that caddy very slow
They like "Yeah, Chamillionaire, the realest I done heard holmes"
[Paul Wall]
I'm leanin to the side sideways, sittin crooked
My Jolly Ratchet paint got all of the people lookin
I'm beatin down the block, givin the streets an ass whoopin
Peep the way a player move, take notes lil young-un
I'm movin slow mo', leanin off a potent fo'
Pistol in my lap, plus another one in the side do'
You know I'm just a young hustler all about my doe
Gettin cake and stackin up that paper, I need mo'
[Hook X2]
"Sippin, sippin on lean, sippin, sippin on bo'"
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