[Intro: Lil' Flip]
Yessir
(Yessir)
Come on
(Uh)
We back once again
Tag team, you ain't dreaming
It's Lil Gates and (Chamillitary Mayne)
Ha, ha, yeah man, this what the fans want
They want the hear a bread winner spit it
(let's get into man)
Track Wreckas
Hotter than black peppers
(let's go)
[Verse: Lil' Flip]
When I pull up in that Maybach with my pistol on my seatI got a wake up with that R.I.
and the grape Swisher Sweets
I skeet skeet then beep beep I drop em hog then I'm gone And since my slab a brown whip
I call it Indiana Jones Get it?
A brown whip, ah fuck it y'all rappers too slow
I'm dirty dancing with the freaks in the new Vogue
Big licker, green swishers got the club stanky
A Bentley on Yankees but it's fifty on my bank it
I let y'all borrow my swag ya outta thank me
I blow rooters like toobers you try to gank me
You can't be serious, Houston ain't finished
How was that when I made a half of meal on my teeth?
I got that Geena Green bread, that Martha Stewart cash
And when I'm at high rollers they bring my money and clear bags
The vet black since I visited the same color
We lethal weapons are real, man I'm Danny Glover
[Hook - Turn it up sample x2: Chamillionaire]
Check out my track record, they say I'm a track wrecka
Check out my track record, they say I'm a track wrecka
Check out my track record, they say I'm a track wrecka
Hotter than a black pepper, now that I am back nigga
Here lizard, lizard, lizard
[Verse: Chamillinoaire]
I might pull my cash out make a bank teller pass out
Cause I get mo bank than an armor truck on it's last rought
Hol' up, Flip goin get'cha Aston out I'm a pull out the Jag
That's mo swag than a V.M.A. end of the party band
I'm getting cash you ain't with it I ain't try'na talk
I don't compute cause most of these rappers Microsoft
It isn't safe just cause my safe looking just like a vault
Somebody rob Ford Nox (and it's looking like I'm cost)
Turn up my four-fifteens, I'm swangin' like a swing
My Lincoln took a leak I guess is it too much supreme
It's looking candy green, I think it's gasoline
If it ain't gas it's lean, I think my slab a fiend
And I already put three slabs in rehab
Each Jag is overdosed to each class
My E-class, my S-class, my V-class
They all wanna be bad kids and be fast
[Hook - Turn it up sample: Chamillionaire]
Check out my track record, they say I'm a track wrecka
Check out my track record, check out my track wrecka
Check out my track record, they say I'm a track wrecka
Hotter than a black pepper, now that I am back nigga
[Lil' Flip]
Front, back, and side to side
Man I hate that my homeboy Pimp C died
And Bun B I got'cha back when it's time to ride
They wanna cut my wings because I'm so fly
[Chamillionaire]
Ha, ha,
The paint is wined out, ya fo's is glasshouse
Wineberry overload it's Amy wined out
Y'all at the center the Roster and I doubt
That this rocket in my pocket don't make it while trying out
Like POW
[Hook - Turn it up sample: Chamillionaire]
Check out my track record, they say I'm a track wrecka
Check out my track record, check out my track record
Check out my track record, they say I'm a track wrecka
Hotter than a black pepper, now that I am back nigga
Everything lyrics - Chamillionaire (feat. Crooked I)
[Talking: Chamillionaire]
This messed up in here right now, mayne
[jail bars closing / jailmates talking]
You got bars, wearing skinny jeans
bragging bout clothes like that's what that is, mayne
Smell like urnation around here, mayne
Sentation knamsayin?
I done peep the scene
Every Tuesday boys getting did with no Vaseline
So I already just do my solo thang (me too)
Other day it was a fighting population
This lil' dude try to shank me with a Popsicle stick
Almost got his face knocked out by this West Coast cat
(Texas Go Hard!)
Crooked I (Let's get em!)
[Crooked I:]
Yeah, eastside of a red L.B.C.
Pumps in my trunk on my L.T.D.
Sippin' on that Hennessey it helps me breathe
Who's next on the west, might as well be me
Fast get mad cause I ain't drop a album
Ya favorite rapper hates on me how come?
A bet of questions how come I pull out guns on ya loud mouths
I can't leave the house without one? (BLAH!)
Keep it real I don't need imiations
Go guard your club, I don't need invitations
Your art is suck
Crooked go hard as fuck
Niggas go hard as nuts
I can see limitations (Ow)
Lyrical genius I pree in a faishon
Waiting to drop my CD but I'm patient
Fuck the industry if they want me to sell out
I can hit the streets for this cheese that I'm tasting (yeah)
Tony Touch told me not to conform
Now I coming at you like a tropical storm
And I knock it down every fuckin' obstacle
? Not to conforms like a Mormon who shoplift for porn?
After you rocking-me-ion
Gimme the mic, I'm a rock till the dawn
I'm a Big Poppa spit proper Big Pun
With a big gun treat me like Pac when I'm gone
[Chamillionaire singing over Jodeci Hook / Crooked I talking:]
Your everything I need (sup Chamillionaire?)
Everything I want baby everything I need
Do what'cha want me too (your all we need)
I would do, Everythang (Southwest connection)
When start money for you (Knamtalkinbout?)
Oooohhhhhhhhh baby (R.I.P. Pimp muthafuckin' C) Yeah
What else is there to do? (R.I.P. Easy muthafuckin' E)
I don't know,
I don't know,
but I'll cry
[Chamillionaire]
Yeah
I know I'm sick enough to bless you Ha-choo!
The whole industry is gonna feel that flu
The industry is wanting me to sell out too I ain't goin lie
Vanilla Ice I wanna sell like you
Texas in my blood, Pimp C and Screw
Real close to my heart like a new tattoo
Everybody that I'm looking at ain't true
I guess I got a Crooked I and I'm just like you
Fans chat everyday about sells
Both in the sink you can save yourselfs
Show ya how to swim and I do it no help
Me and y'all can't talk if it ain't about mail
Last time I wore a backpack I was in school
Silly little trans try'na playa confused
Skinny little jeans y'all look like some fools I don't talk too much so they say that I'm rude
Was a duece-duece now I'm on a duece-six
Money getting made and it look like you sick
Wanna take mine but there's nothing you get
And your wallet looking skinny as a F-ing tooth pick
Get rich, tick-tick-tick BOOM!
Sliver I never really seen that spoon
Plies ain't here so you can assume
That I'm the realest rapper that you seeing in the room
Got a deal with me, goin do the deal for free
Was getting currency since C was still with P (who?)
Currency I know you feel me G I ain't come with a army but never will retrieve
Ya girl's still a freak, that girl feeling me
I let her open the door and let her feel the seat
Drop another underground ya gotta hear me speak
Can't listen to a tape and not hear the street
[Talking: Chamillionaire]
Man another bites to dust, mayne
They goin have to step they game up, mayne
It's one percent two mayne [laughs]
One percent fruit juice, man
Man I need some perservates, man
(They starving us man)
? man [laughs]
Crazy
[jail bars close]
This messed up in here right now, mayne
[jail bars closing / jailmates talking]
You got bars, wearing skinny jeans
bragging bout clothes like that's what that is, mayne
Smell like urnation around here, mayne
Sentation knamsayin?
I done peep the scene
Every Tuesday boys getting did with no Vaseline
So I already just do my solo thang (me too)
Other day it was a fighting population
This lil' dude try to shank me with a Popsicle stick
Almost got his face knocked out by this West Coast cat
(Texas Go Hard!)
Crooked I (Let's get em!)
[Crooked I:]
Yeah, eastside of a red L.B.C.
Pumps in my trunk on my L.T.D.
Sippin' on that Hennessey it helps me breathe
Who's next on the west, might as well be me
Fast get mad cause I ain't drop a album
Ya favorite rapper hates on me how come?
A bet of questions how come I pull out guns on ya loud mouths
I can't leave the house without one? (BLAH!)
Keep it real I don't need imiations
Go guard your club, I don't need invitations
Your art is suck
Crooked go hard as fuck
Niggas go hard as nuts
I can see limitations (Ow)
Lyrical genius I pree in a faishon
Waiting to drop my CD but I'm patient
Fuck the industry if they want me to sell out
I can hit the streets for this cheese that I'm tasting (yeah)
Tony Touch told me not to conform
Now I coming at you like a tropical storm
And I knock it down every fuckin' obstacle
? Not to conforms like a Mormon who shoplift for porn?
After you rocking-me-ion
Gimme the mic, I'm a rock till the dawn
I'm a Big Poppa spit proper Big Pun
With a big gun treat me like Pac when I'm gone
[Chamillionaire singing over Jodeci Hook / Crooked I talking:]
Your everything I need (sup Chamillionaire?)
Everything I want baby everything I need
Do what'cha want me too (your all we need)
I would do, Everythang (Southwest connection)
When start money for you (Knamtalkinbout?)
Oooohhhhhhhhh baby (R.I.P. Pimp muthafuckin' C) Yeah
What else is there to do? (R.I.P. Easy muthafuckin' E)
I don't know,
I don't know,
but I'll cry
[Chamillionaire]
Yeah
I know I'm sick enough to bless you Ha-choo!
The whole industry is gonna feel that flu
The industry is wanting me to sell out too I ain't goin lie
Vanilla Ice I wanna sell like you
Texas in my blood, Pimp C and Screw
Real close to my heart like a new tattoo
Everybody that I'm looking at ain't true
I guess I got a Crooked I and I'm just like you
Fans chat everyday about sells
Both in the sink you can save yourselfs
Show ya how to swim and I do it no help
Me and y'all can't talk if it ain't about mail
Last time I wore a backpack I was in school
Silly little trans try'na playa confused
Skinny little jeans y'all look like some fools I don't talk too much so they say that I'm rude
Was a duece-duece now I'm on a duece-six
Money getting made and it look like you sick
Wanna take mine but there's nothing you get
And your wallet looking skinny as a F-ing tooth pick
Get rich, tick-tick-tick BOOM!
Sliver I never really seen that spoon
Plies ain't here so you can assume
That I'm the realest rapper that you seeing in the room
Got a deal with me, goin do the deal for free
Was getting currency since C was still with P (who?)
Currency I know you feel me G I ain't come with a army but never will retrieve
Ya girl's still a freak, that girl feeling me
I let her open the door and let her feel the seat
Drop another underground ya gotta hear me speak
Can't listen to a tape and not hear the street
[Talking: Chamillionaire]
Man another bites to dust, mayne
They goin have to step they game up, mayne
It's one percent two mayne [laughs]
One percent fruit juice, man
Man I need some perservates, man
(They starving us man)
? man [laughs]
Crazy
[jail bars close]
Switch Styles Reloaded lyrics - Chamillionaire
Ha
Switch Styles
I'm the boss of the ballers
My business is to go get it
You getting money in the city, I make yo business my business
I got heat on the doe
I call it Dennis the Menace
You goin get greet with a smile, and get send straight to the dentist
Put them coats on the candy I call it quenchin the thirst
Pop my car in your driveway, you'll think I send ya desert
Think I cooked up some fruit the way the orange is burnt
I'm talking bout my Excursion my rims done already turnt
That means I got miles on it just call me when y'all want it
I turn on that Navigation then enter in my opponent
Sound like that old Koopa, but look how that boy thrown it
That mean it already throwed if you see that I'm on it
Look at the lot I own it, and under that I bury ya
Got a coffin delivery let me call my carrier
And I ain't even heard of ya, my paper is thirtier
A living room looking striaght outta Gallery Furniture
I will murder a murderer I don't worry with worriers
I get further and further ya plus my whip look perverted, huh
Top taking off with that naked lady inserted her
Sexy frame on the fender, try'na get my doe like a burglar
Believe that I hurt you, you know the Beamer is purple
The TV screens in the Beamer goin hit the scene like it's Urkel
You gots to keep on falling but I'm a keep on ballin'
The groupies like bill collectors cause they just keep on calling
With all these car-loving woman I feel like 007
Can they just throw your car, shut the F up and go get em
I leave em stiff as a denim, I decorate em fasho
I'm a leave em stiff as a doe, and lay em out like a flo
Switch Styles
I pull up on em with the rag top leaning
Hit that button on the dash until it close (till it close)
The laws try'na pull my candy thang over
But my pistol hitting somewhere by the flow (by the flow)
Oh, I'm getting that money and you know it
And I'll probably go and blow it on some jewels (on some jewels)
And you know this is true but'cha got me confused
I won't go broke I'm nothing like you
Switch Styles
Ay, stop talking bout what you finna do
You goin get the doe then go get the doe
I'm a ball all the way till I'm fifty-fo
And spend all my doe on gettin mo
Cause I'm way cooler than you dudes
And I'm way smoother than you fools
Yes the paint, then yes the shoes
I got a new whip I call it Blue's Clues
I'm the baddest rapper in the southern region
Been the hardest rapper out the forty-fo
You don't wanna be the one to go toe-to-toe
Cause I slow ya roll and you know it bro
Combo and I brought some doe
You already know I don't converse
And if a hater try'na take my doe
Then I'll break his face with my Converse
Talk last and then bomb first
Like Makaveli I'm having Fetti
Money power and fame cool but you get em all and you out a deli
Don't ever beg I feel that is petty
I don't wear J's I leave that to Nelly
You ain't even talk trash yet
But I'll raise your mind and I'm mad already
Switch Styles
I'm the boss of the ballers
My business is to go get it
You getting money in the city, I make yo business my business
I got heat on the doe
I call it Dennis the Menace
You goin get greet with a smile, and get send straight to the dentist
Put them coats on the candy I call it quenchin the thirst
Pop my car in your driveway, you'll think I send ya desert
Think I cooked up some fruit the way the orange is burnt
I'm talking bout my Excursion my rims done already turnt
That means I got miles on it just call me when y'all want it
I turn on that Navigation then enter in my opponent
Sound like that old Koopa, but look how that boy thrown it
That mean it already throwed if you see that I'm on it
Look at the lot I own it, and under that I bury ya
Got a coffin delivery let me call my carrier
And I ain't even heard of ya, my paper is thirtier
A living room looking striaght outta Gallery Furniture
I will murder a murderer I don't worry with worriers
I get further and further ya plus my whip look perverted, huh
Top taking off with that naked lady inserted her
Sexy frame on the fender, try'na get my doe like a burglar
Believe that I hurt you, you know the Beamer is purple
The TV screens in the Beamer goin hit the scene like it's Urkel
You gots to keep on falling but I'm a keep on ballin'
The groupies like bill collectors cause they just keep on calling
With all these car-loving woman I feel like 007
Can they just throw your car, shut the F up and go get em
I leave em stiff as a denim, I decorate em fasho
I'm a leave em stiff as a doe, and lay em out like a flo
Switch Styles
I pull up on em with the rag top leaning
Hit that button on the dash until it close (till it close)
The laws try'na pull my candy thang over
But my pistol hitting somewhere by the flow (by the flow)
Oh, I'm getting that money and you know it
And I'll probably go and blow it on some jewels (on some jewels)
And you know this is true but'cha got me confused
I won't go broke I'm nothing like you
Switch Styles
Ay, stop talking bout what you finna do
You goin get the doe then go get the doe
I'm a ball all the way till I'm fifty-fo
And spend all my doe on gettin mo
Cause I'm way cooler than you dudes
And I'm way smoother than you fools
Yes the paint, then yes the shoes
I got a new whip I call it Blue's Clues
I'm the baddest rapper in the southern region
Been the hardest rapper out the forty-fo
You don't wanna be the one to go toe-to-toe
Cause I slow ya roll and you know it bro
Combo and I brought some doe
You already know I don't converse
And if a hater try'na take my doe
Then I'll break his face with my Converse
Talk last and then bomb first
Like Makaveli I'm having Fetti
Money power and fame cool but you get em all and you out a deli
Don't ever beg I feel that is petty
I don't wear J's I leave that to Nelly
You ain't even talk trash yet
But I'll raise your mind and I'm mad already
Murder They Wrote lyrics - Chamillionaire (feat. Killa Kyleon, Lil' Ray)
[Killa Kyleon]
Yeah
That's right
Hey
Run It
Fly boy eighty fo's for my landing gear
Runway lights on my neck wrist hand and ear
I look like a chandelier you can point the camera here
Alert TMZ, because the man is here
Hey, I'm so photogenic, gratzi paparazzi
I'm looking like money you try'na get it watch me
Just got my pilots license and a fly ride
Only difference is I don't drive I skydive
Haters try'na pull my parachute but I'm in the wind
I'm in sumthin' jet blue, no top, butter skin
I'm hotter than a furnace and I just left ??
Y'all talking wood wheel but a nigga really turnin (hey)
First class killa, y'all niggas coach
Y'all get slices, I get loafs
Mile high club, elite access
I'm a G-four jet y'all niggas Southwest (YEAH!)
Let's talk money cause I'm bout that
Man Killa you broke, yeah I so doubt that
I know you haters would like to see a nigga off note
But I am not a singer if that's what'cha hope
I'm three times crazy like the boy out the oak
Man I'm the shit, (I'm the shit) y'all shit don't float (hey)
Bitch ass niggas keep dropping that stoap
While I walk in this booth and keep dropping that dope
I'm gettin green like Scope, bitches gargle my dick
And I a in't even gotta ask cause they swallow don't spit
Y'all sorta like my hoes y'all niggas don't spit
I hear you niggas records you ain't talking bout shit (YEAH!)
[Lil Ray]
Psycho-path whip, suicide on the damn doors
Gucci backpack I ain't never rock Jansport
Green paper stacks from the ceiling to the damn floor
Dollar signs money M.O.E. is what I stand for
Slab cars out for the hell of it when get boy
Black Chevy, black Dodge, black Lac, black Porsche
Black seats, black floors, black skin, black Porsche
Freak bitches tell me is my pants is a black horse
Vote for Barack, shit we all made a black choice
Neck already platinum what the fuck I need it plaque for?
Black diamonds in the wrist, well time to add more
Black hoes, black whores, white bricks, black source
Black Jordans, ice grill, rose gold, yella boy
Drankin' on that medication syruped out skelator
Legendary with the blue pill call me Eddie George
Run it like a running-back, projects door-to-door
We say forty-fo' y'all say forty-four
Dirty south, different slang, different kane, better drugs
Bigger bucks, sniffin' mugs, what up blood, what up cuz
Y'all make it rain and drizzle, we make it rain and flood
Boys say they hustlin' but lying like welcome rugs
Duece fo's on each car I ride in like Kobe, brah
Underneath my seat is high heat stay packing slugs
Just in case they try to jack it like Lettermans
I'm so sick I need more than Exced'rins
Asthma attack tracks like Kanye, no hesitance
Y'all niggas jock Lil Ray swag it's irrelevant
Get so much brain I am filled with intelligence
Ed Hardy* jean pockets deep full of gelaton
Name ten rappers I ain't better than
Y'all niggas suck that's evident, paid like Federline
And "fuck Lil Ray " no thanks I'm celibate
Prada kicks on my car ??
In the streets so much my popularity is like the president
They don't wanna see a nigga levitate, cause they hoes
Playa haters with disease call jealousy
Never Misdemeanor, I'm felony
Cut Beyonce and made her sing in that falsetta melody
Boss Hogg run the streets heavily
Young nigga stay with old money I got gwap from the seventies
Pull up in that drop on them Elliots
I call the rims Missy Elliots because the lips on 'em are very thick
Candy red paint looking cherry-ish
Styrofoam cup full of purple, no alcoholic beverages
It's Lil Ray Ya Bitch!
Yeah
That's right
Hey
Run It
Fly boy eighty fo's for my landing gear
Runway lights on my neck wrist hand and ear
I look like a chandelier you can point the camera here
Alert TMZ, because the man is here
Hey, I'm so photogenic, gratzi paparazzi
I'm looking like money you try'na get it watch me
Just got my pilots license and a fly ride
Only difference is I don't drive I skydive
Haters try'na pull my parachute but I'm in the wind
I'm in sumthin' jet blue, no top, butter skin
I'm hotter than a furnace and I just left ??
Y'all talking wood wheel but a nigga really turnin (hey)
First class killa, y'all niggas coach
Y'all get slices, I get loafs
Mile high club, elite access
I'm a G-four jet y'all niggas Southwest (YEAH!)
Let's talk money cause I'm bout that
Man Killa you broke, yeah I so doubt that
I know you haters would like to see a nigga off note
But I am not a singer if that's what'cha hope
I'm three times crazy like the boy out the oak
Man I'm the shit, (I'm the shit) y'all shit don't float (hey)
Bitch ass niggas keep dropping that stoap
While I walk in this booth and keep dropping that dope
I'm gettin green like Scope, bitches gargle my dick
And I a in't even gotta ask cause they swallow don't spit
Y'all sorta like my hoes y'all niggas don't spit
I hear you niggas records you ain't talking bout shit (YEAH!)
[Lil Ray]
Psycho-path whip, suicide on the damn doors
Gucci backpack I ain't never rock Jansport
Green paper stacks from the ceiling to the damn floor
Dollar signs money M.O.E. is what I stand for
Slab cars out for the hell of it when get boy
Black Chevy, black Dodge, black Lac, black Porsche
Black seats, black floors, black skin, black Porsche
Freak bitches tell me is my pants is a black horse
Vote for Barack, shit we all made a black choice
Neck already platinum what the fuck I need it plaque for?
Black diamonds in the wrist, well time to add more
Black hoes, black whores, white bricks, black source
Black Jordans, ice grill, rose gold, yella boy
Drankin' on that medication syruped out skelator
Legendary with the blue pill call me Eddie George
Run it like a running-back, projects door-to-door
We say forty-fo' y'all say forty-four
Dirty south, different slang, different kane, better drugs
Bigger bucks, sniffin' mugs, what up blood, what up cuz
Y'all make it rain and drizzle, we make it rain and flood
Boys say they hustlin' but lying like welcome rugs
Duece fo's on each car I ride in like Kobe, brah
Underneath my seat is high heat stay packing slugs
Just in case they try to jack it like Lettermans
I'm so sick I need more than Exced'rins
Asthma attack tracks like Kanye, no hesitance
Y'all niggas jock Lil Ray swag it's irrelevant
Get so much brain I am filled with intelligence
Ed Hardy* jean pockets deep full of gelaton
Name ten rappers I ain't better than
Y'all niggas suck that's evident, paid like Federline
And "fuck Lil Ray " no thanks I'm celibate
Prada kicks on my car ??
In the streets so much my popularity is like the president
They don't wanna see a nigga levitate, cause they hoes
Playa haters with disease call jealousy
Never Misdemeanor, I'm felony
Cut Beyonce and made her sing in that falsetta melody
Boss Hogg run the streets heavily
Young nigga stay with old money I got gwap from the seventies
Pull up in that drop on them Elliots
I call the rims Missy Elliots because the lips on 'em are very thick
Candy red paint looking cherry-ish
Styrofoam cup full of purple, no alcoholic beverages
It's Lil Ray Ya Bitch!
For The Moment lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Hook]
I turned on her favorite song
I knew that would turn you on
Now she sayin she gon do what I want
She say she wana wake up with me in the mornin'
She took two shots of Patronnnn
Shots of Patronnnn
Shots of Patronnnnnnnnn
Now she gone and you knowin that it's onn
But this the type of love that just last for the moment...
[Verse 1]
She be super freaky everytime she see the cash come out
Had to stash the gat
Every vehicle gon have a spot
Twenty sixes got me floatin like a astronaut
lookin at my watch I don't want the hand to pass the dot
money got to be the only thing I'm runnin by
chasin at a lot but I'm fast so I ain't runnin out
picture perfect girl it's time two get yo camera out
you can see the D in HD like the magnavox, baby doll
Swear to y'all that I got sexy tho
If I pull a stack and it don't turn you on jus lemme kno
lemme know while I turn the deck to numba four
couple numbers mo you gon be ready go
my destiny is to keep two chicks next to me like Kelly
I mean that chick from H-Town that had that head with Nelly
candy paint slick as the new bottle of KY Jelly
I'm lookin for another jam that I can play like Felly
It seems like your ready to figure out a maneuver
It seems like I'm ready to figure out somethin newer
I betcha you love how I do ya I show her plus I'm approve her
I'm tryna do somethin to do her like I don't need no approval
you a hot girl if not girl don't be touchin my gwock girl
Every female squirrel tryna get a nutt in my world
and this is my world so sit back and relax
and let the four fifteens soothe yo back back bm such a mack
[Hook]
I turned on her favorite song
I knew that would turn you on
Now she sayin she gon do what I want
She say she wana wake up with me in the mornin'
She took two shots of Patronnnn
Shots of Patronnnn
Shots of Patronnnnnnnnn
Now she gone and you knowin that it's onn
But this the type of love that just last for the moment...
[Verse 2]
She checkin out my whip, she checkin in the W
Checkin out a flick and she jammin that because of you
checkin to see if our man thats gona get you in trouble whoo
I show you some love but I love if you cumber too
cumber too when you know yo boy got cha
parmesean pasta pourin on hot stuff
Tellin me how his D game trash like oscar
knowin that my D gona put her to sleep like boxer
Sugar ray hook a lay right below yo belt
M&M's is known to melt you cant even control yourself
lookin round grabbin pillows reachin for some help
I could never lay my D down it's gon break the scale
yeah playboy bunny got me energized
Energized I ain't gona need many tries
But I bet you gon reach the clouds many times
climax then I go back to gettin money right.....
[Final hook]
I turned on her favorite song
I knew that would turn you on
Now she sayin she gon do what I want
She say she wana wake up with me in the mornin'
She took two shots of Patronnnn
Shots of Patronnnn
Shots of Patronnnnnnnnn
Now she gone and you knowin that it's onn
But this the type of love that just last for the moment...
I turned on her favorite song
I knew that would turn you on
Now she sayin she gon do what I want
She say she wana wake up with me in the mornin'
She took two shots of Patronnnn
Shots of Patronnnn
Shots of Patronnnnnnnnn
Now she gone and you knowin that it's onn
But this the type of love that just last for the moment...
[Verse 1]
She be super freaky everytime she see the cash come out
Had to stash the gat
Every vehicle gon have a spot
Twenty sixes got me floatin like a astronaut
lookin at my watch I don't want the hand to pass the dot
money got to be the only thing I'm runnin by
chasin at a lot but I'm fast so I ain't runnin out
picture perfect girl it's time two get yo camera out
you can see the D in HD like the magnavox, baby doll
Swear to y'all that I got sexy tho
If I pull a stack and it don't turn you on jus lemme kno
lemme know while I turn the deck to numba four
couple numbers mo you gon be ready go
my destiny is to keep two chicks next to me like Kelly
I mean that chick from H-Town that had that head with Nelly
candy paint slick as the new bottle of KY Jelly
I'm lookin for another jam that I can play like Felly
It seems like your ready to figure out a maneuver
It seems like I'm ready to figure out somethin newer
I betcha you love how I do ya I show her plus I'm approve her
I'm tryna do somethin to do her like I don't need no approval
you a hot girl if not girl don't be touchin my gwock girl
Every female squirrel tryna get a nutt in my world
and this is my world so sit back and relax
and let the four fifteens soothe yo back back bm such a mack
[Hook]
I turned on her favorite song
I knew that would turn you on
Now she sayin she gon do what I want
She say she wana wake up with me in the mornin'
She took two shots of Patronnnn
Shots of Patronnnn
Shots of Patronnnnnnnnn
Now she gone and you knowin that it's onn
But this the type of love that just last for the moment...
[Verse 2]
She checkin out my whip, she checkin in the W
Checkin out a flick and she jammin that because of you
checkin to see if our man thats gona get you in trouble whoo
I show you some love but I love if you cumber too
cumber too when you know yo boy got cha
parmesean pasta pourin on hot stuff
Tellin me how his D game trash like oscar
knowin that my D gona put her to sleep like boxer
Sugar ray hook a lay right below yo belt
M&M's is known to melt you cant even control yourself
lookin round grabbin pillows reachin for some help
I could never lay my D down it's gon break the scale
yeah playboy bunny got me energized
Energized I ain't gona need many tries
But I bet you gon reach the clouds many times
climax then I go back to gettin money right.....
[Final hook]
I turned on her favorite song
I knew that would turn you on
Now she sayin she gon do what I want
She say she wana wake up with me in the mornin'
She took two shots of Patronnnn
Shots of Patronnnn
Shots of Patronnnnnnnnn
Now she gone and you knowin that it's onn
But this the type of love that just last for the moment...
Shine So Clean lyrics - Chamillionaire (feat. Lil' Keke)
[Talking: Chamillionaire/Lil Keke]
Swishahouse
(Chamillitary)
Hold Up
(Yung Don Ke, 713, R.I.P. Pimp C)
Uh
(I'm So Clean)
You Ready Ke?
(Let's Go, H-Town)
[Sample x2: Pimp C]
Listen To My Thesis, See Just What I Mean
Nigga I Ride Dirty Everyday But Still I Shine So Clean
[Talking through hook: Chamillionaire]
This underground rap royalty right here mayn
It's Koopa
Let's go ahead and talk it down, Ke
Pop the trunk mayne
Know what I'm talkin bout?
[Verse: Lil Keke]
Glitter and glean got a hustla feeling guilty
Kush smoked up burner cause a nigga riding filthy
Ball if it kill me, life inside the turning lane
Finished for this coming down holding on this wood grain
Married to this thug thang, I be at it real early
Shining like a spotlight even though I'm riding dirty
Tell it to a G, if you know the playa better wait
Dirty south Houston, Texas niggas do it everyday
Legendary Yung Don steal knocking pimpin fun
Phantom with a lambchop, call them hoes Reverend Run
Flipping like an acrobat, TV like an apple mat
Fo-fifteens inside the back, ask him is they liking that
This is called a Cadillac keep me saying "Thank ya"
Old school Americans are keepin like my gangsta
Keke rolling hard on to ya slabs got the yard bigger
Coming down clean still swangin on fraud niggas
[Sample x2: Pimp C]
Listen To My Thesis, See Just What I Mean
Nigga I Ride Dirty Everyday But Still I Shine So Clean (I'm looking good baby)
Listen To My Thesis, See Just What I Mean
Nigga I Ride Dirty Everyday But Still I Shine So Clean (I'm looking clean, looking clean)
Everyday I Shine-Shine So Clean
Glitter And Glean Everyday I Shine-Shine So Clean (I'm looking good baby)
Everyday I Shine-Shine So Clean
So I Keep Swangin' I Hear Clanging See Just What I Mean
[Verse: Chamillionaire]
They stand around staring at my whip like it's some kind of statue
But if you touch it you'll get hurt just like you got a tattoo
(Why? Cause I'm a slap you)
They goin get sick my whip goin make em "Ha-choo!"
In the yella Vet so wet it'll make you wanna go buy a Snapple
That's pineapple
I didn't have to even get my bling
But I'm a rock it like the Dream, but don't call me Hakeem
When I'm cmoing down that candy green look like Listerine
My appraisal took em month because I got a list of rings
Forgive my bling
Ballin got me feeling like Tila baby
My fleet is crazy, but the chick that's in my seat is lazy
She won't get up
Yup, my Lincoln is my sweet lil lady
It's like the sun is try'na bake her like Anita baby
I need a shadies power I can park a fleet of cars
I ain't goin lie ran out of room in my complete garage
Get a masuage for my fifteens doing a stanky leg
That stanky bread, dirty money watch me make a left
And shake a fed like
[Sample x2: Pimp C]
Listen To My Thesis, See Just What I Mean
Nigga I Ride Dirty Everyday But Still I Shine So Clean (I'm looking good baby)
Listen To My Thesis, See Just What I Mean
Nigga I Ride Dirty Everyday But Still I Shine So Clean (I'm looking clean, looking clean)
Everyday I Shine-Shine So Clean
Glitter And Glean Everyday I Shine-Shine So Clean (I'm looking good baby)
Everyday I Shine-Shine So Clean
So I Keep Swangin' I Hear Clanging See Just What I Mean
I'm looking clean on the scene
Swishahouse
(Chamillitary)
Hold Up
(Yung Don Ke, 713, R.I.P. Pimp C)
Uh
(I'm So Clean)
You Ready Ke?
(Let's Go, H-Town)
[Sample x2: Pimp C]
Listen To My Thesis, See Just What I Mean
Nigga I Ride Dirty Everyday But Still I Shine So Clean
[Talking through hook: Chamillionaire]
This underground rap royalty right here mayn
It's Koopa
Let's go ahead and talk it down, Ke
Pop the trunk mayne
Know what I'm talkin bout?
[Verse: Lil Keke]
Glitter and glean got a hustla feeling guilty
Kush smoked up burner cause a nigga riding filthy
Ball if it kill me, life inside the turning lane
Finished for this coming down holding on this wood grain
Married to this thug thang, I be at it real early
Shining like a spotlight even though I'm riding dirty
Tell it to a G, if you know the playa better wait
Dirty south Houston, Texas niggas do it everyday
Legendary Yung Don steal knocking pimpin fun
Phantom with a lambchop, call them hoes Reverend Run
Flipping like an acrobat, TV like an apple mat
Fo-fifteens inside the back, ask him is they liking that
This is called a Cadillac keep me saying "Thank ya"
Old school Americans are keepin like my gangsta
Keke rolling hard on to ya slabs got the yard bigger
Coming down clean still swangin on fraud niggas
[Sample x2: Pimp C]
Listen To My Thesis, See Just What I Mean
Nigga I Ride Dirty Everyday But Still I Shine So Clean (I'm looking good baby)
Listen To My Thesis, See Just What I Mean
Nigga I Ride Dirty Everyday But Still I Shine So Clean (I'm looking clean, looking clean)
Everyday I Shine-Shine So Clean
Glitter And Glean Everyday I Shine-Shine So Clean (I'm looking good baby)
Everyday I Shine-Shine So Clean
So I Keep Swangin' I Hear Clanging See Just What I Mean
[Verse: Chamillionaire]
They stand around staring at my whip like it's some kind of statue
But if you touch it you'll get hurt just like you got a tattoo
(Why? Cause I'm a slap you)
They goin get sick my whip goin make em "Ha-choo!"
In the yella Vet so wet it'll make you wanna go buy a Snapple
That's pineapple
I didn't have to even get my bling
But I'm a rock it like the Dream, but don't call me Hakeem
When I'm cmoing down that candy green look like Listerine
My appraisal took em month because I got a list of rings
Forgive my bling
Ballin got me feeling like Tila baby
My fleet is crazy, but the chick that's in my seat is lazy
She won't get up
Yup, my Lincoln is my sweet lil lady
It's like the sun is try'na bake her like Anita baby
I need a shadies power I can park a fleet of cars
I ain't goin lie ran out of room in my complete garage
Get a masuage for my fifteens doing a stanky leg
That stanky bread, dirty money watch me make a left
And shake a fed like
[Sample x2: Pimp C]
Listen To My Thesis, See Just What I Mean
Nigga I Ride Dirty Everyday But Still I Shine So Clean (I'm looking good baby)
Listen To My Thesis, See Just What I Mean
Nigga I Ride Dirty Everyday But Still I Shine So Clean (I'm looking clean, looking clean)
Everyday I Shine-Shine So Clean
Glitter And Glean Everyday I Shine-Shine So Clean (I'm looking good baby)
Everyday I Shine-Shine So Clean
So I Keep Swangin' I Hear Clanging See Just What I Mean
I'm looking clean on the scene
Judge Judy lyrics - Chamillionaire
They won't let me out
I'm locked up, they won't let me out
Locked up, they won't let me out [x2]
Ay, ay, ay, just let me out [x4]
Uh
Gettin' paper's my duty, gettin' paper's my duty
The police pull me over to me to jail in the tooly
When the law ask me why? I said my life is a movie
Will Smith wanted happiness, haters try'na pursuit me
Then I bumped into Judy, yeah I bumped into Judy
I ain't F-ing with apples, most of these rappers is fruity
Yeah, ya'll honer the industry, it's try'na pollute me
I just bumped into Oprah and want to feel on her booty
I just want a lil peace, that won't give me the cutties
Got a father with money, like Vanessa and Rudy (Huxtable)
I'm the type to get moody if you don't like it then sue me
Naw don't sue me, cause really I had enough of that truly
You dis chick she was boogie she really think she a cutie
She be puffin at night, getting higher than cooly
Bags looking like Gucci, cars smelling like? gucci?
I don't wanna say her name so let's just call it Suzy
Try'na act like she knew me, try'na act like she knew me
Try'na friend me on Myspace like how come you wanna prove me
She be lying a lot, people say she a groupie
She had told me she got a lot in the grease like Judy
So the judge looked at me, and the judge said to me
"Your a slick-tongue rapper, your rap could never could fool me"
Then she gave me my sinners like I had spoke to a ruly
She said "I'm goin give you LIFE, if you don't come here and do me! "
What? !
I'm locked up, they won't let me out
Locked up, they won't let me out [x2]
Ay, ay, ay, just let me out [x4]
Uh
Gettin' paper's my duty, gettin' paper's my duty
The police pull me over to me to jail in the tooly
When the law ask me why? I said my life is a movie
Will Smith wanted happiness, haters try'na pursuit me
Then I bumped into Judy, yeah I bumped into Judy
I ain't F-ing with apples, most of these rappers is fruity
Yeah, ya'll honer the industry, it's try'na pollute me
I just bumped into Oprah and want to feel on her booty
I just want a lil peace, that won't give me the cutties
Got a father with money, like Vanessa and Rudy (Huxtable)
I'm the type to get moody if you don't like it then sue me
Naw don't sue me, cause really I had enough of that truly
You dis chick she was boogie she really think she a cutie
She be puffin at night, getting higher than cooly
Bags looking like Gucci, cars smelling like? gucci?
I don't wanna say her name so let's just call it Suzy
Try'na act like she knew me, try'na act like she knew me
Try'na friend me on Myspace like how come you wanna prove me
She be lying a lot, people say she a groupie
She had told me she got a lot in the grease like Judy
So the judge looked at me, and the judge said to me
"Your a slick-tongue rapper, your rap could never could fool me"
Then she gave me my sinners like I had spoke to a ruly
She said "I'm goin give you LIFE, if you don't come here and do me! "
What? !
Intro lyrics - Chamillionaire
Chops On The Track!
Chamillitary Mayne
(Download my style they down-download my style)
[Chamillionaire talking backwards]
(Download my style they down-download my style)
Hey
Yeeah
Most of these new rappers must be jacking off of fame
Real recognize real and all of y'all rappers look the same
Internet make em gangsta, Facebook is ya game
Blue's Clues what'cha claim, YouTube where they bang
Michael Jordan been lame, mine been Kobe of the game
And when Kobe end up lame I throwed back before he changed
I walk in a Y-covier they know when I got some change
Pocket on on a straight jacket like the doe I got insane
Get out'cha history books, I'm too great to erase
Been too solid to replace since great tapes was on taste (hol' up)
Which dentist to you dummies a young minnus with some money?
Make ya cut off your watch hand and sent ya whole wrist to Johnny (hol' up)
I ain't looking for friends cause those be the one to hate
There to temporary Trill and to permanently fake
Get up off my nuts and tell ya chick come get a taste
I be spuing like it's open two-faced in her face (ugh)
Stacks to heavy had to buy a better belt
I don't need silly rappers I'm investing in myself
Sell water to a well then sell slime to a snail
Convince workers in FedEx to cell mail to they selfs (ha)
My money rip the scale you better go get a wreckter scale
Yeah, you could die and couldn't find a hotter kid in hell (foreal)
You can flow the way to the permuter with ya girl
On vacation with'cha hating and I make it back to tell
Got sheriffs begging me to sell products in the jail
Got weatlhy White kids with no problem getting bail
Couldn't find my mixtape and my email didn't help
They doing crime to serve time so they can cop it in the cell (cell)
You want it don't even bother, I bring her back tomorrow
I'm looking for a super thick Toccara I can borrow
Brain so incredible that you can been in Harvard
Brain so incredible that you can get the Carter
Cash Money, Ha, psyche, a dilly
Message erased but you already know the drilly
And the flow so sick I'm popping the disc and get commiddy
Uh, wallet so heavy that my bike won't pop a willie
I'm on leather got mo cheddar my flow federal too
My flow getting the so wetter when slow better in Screw
When you met her then you tell her that you better than who?
You know better the go-getter you know better than you
[Talking:]
Chamilitary Mayne
Gimme that
Y'all know what time it is
Organize k-os in the streets
Mixtape Messiah Part 5
Jump fly, I'm a make it feel like the fourth of July
The bad guy
Yeah, Chamillitary Mayne
I ain't playin with y'all
Gimme that
Thank you
They telling me I done fell off, they saying I gotta sell
They telling me I'm commercial, they saying I won't pervell
But hating is motovation haters you can probably help
Just call me on my celly and tell me how I'm a fail
I'm talking (8 3 2) I'm talking (5 1 4) I'm talking (4 7 3 zero) Holla at me
I'm talking (8 3 2) I'm talking (5 1 4) I'm talking (4 7 3 zero) Holla at me
Shut up when the general talking (I'm talking) some of y'all be bumping to much man (I'm talking)
I'm out in the streets getting mine doing what I do (holla at me)
I'm taking it over like I always do (I'm talking) and you bumping
Call me up (I'm talking) Let me know what it is
I listen to my messages (holla at me) Yeah
Mixtape Messiah part, uh, I forgot
I been doing this for years and I'm still on the top
Watch
(This has been a Chops Production)
[Female voice:] Chamillitary Mayne
Chamillitary Mayne
(Download my style they down-download my style)
[Chamillionaire talking backwards]
(Download my style they down-download my style)
Hey
Yeeah
Most of these new rappers must be jacking off of fame
Real recognize real and all of y'all rappers look the same
Internet make em gangsta, Facebook is ya game
Blue's Clues what'cha claim, YouTube where they bang
Michael Jordan been lame, mine been Kobe of the game
And when Kobe end up lame I throwed back before he changed
I walk in a Y-covier they know when I got some change
Pocket on on a straight jacket like the doe I got insane
Get out'cha history books, I'm too great to erase
Been too solid to replace since great tapes was on taste (hol' up)
Which dentist to you dummies a young minnus with some money?
Make ya cut off your watch hand and sent ya whole wrist to Johnny (hol' up)
I ain't looking for friends cause those be the one to hate
There to temporary Trill and to permanently fake
Get up off my nuts and tell ya chick come get a taste
I be spuing like it's open two-faced in her face (ugh)
Stacks to heavy had to buy a better belt
I don't need silly rappers I'm investing in myself
Sell water to a well then sell slime to a snail
Convince workers in FedEx to cell mail to they selfs (ha)
My money rip the scale you better go get a wreckter scale
Yeah, you could die and couldn't find a hotter kid in hell (foreal)
You can flow the way to the permuter with ya girl
On vacation with'cha hating and I make it back to tell
Got sheriffs begging me to sell products in the jail
Got weatlhy White kids with no problem getting bail
Couldn't find my mixtape and my email didn't help
They doing crime to serve time so they can cop it in the cell (cell)
You want it don't even bother, I bring her back tomorrow
I'm looking for a super thick Toccara I can borrow
Brain so incredible that you can been in Harvard
Brain so incredible that you can get the Carter
Cash Money, Ha, psyche, a dilly
Message erased but you already know the drilly
And the flow so sick I'm popping the disc and get commiddy
Uh, wallet so heavy that my bike won't pop a willie
I'm on leather got mo cheddar my flow federal too
My flow getting the so wetter when slow better in Screw
When you met her then you tell her that you better than who?
You know better the go-getter you know better than you
[Talking:]
Chamilitary Mayne
Gimme that
Y'all know what time it is
Organize k-os in the streets
Mixtape Messiah Part 5
Jump fly, I'm a make it feel like the fourth of July
The bad guy
Yeah, Chamillitary Mayne
I ain't playin with y'all
Gimme that
Thank you
They telling me I done fell off, they saying I gotta sell
They telling me I'm commercial, they saying I won't pervell
But hating is motovation haters you can probably help
Just call me on my celly and tell me how I'm a fail
I'm talking (8 3 2) I'm talking (5 1 4) I'm talking (4 7 3 zero) Holla at me
I'm talking (8 3 2) I'm talking (5 1 4) I'm talking (4 7 3 zero) Holla at me
Shut up when the general talking (I'm talking) some of y'all be bumping to much man (I'm talking)
I'm out in the streets getting mine doing what I do (holla at me)
I'm taking it over like I always do (I'm talking) and you bumping
Call me up (I'm talking) Let me know what it is
I listen to my messages (holla at me) Yeah
Mixtape Messiah part, uh, I forgot
I been doing this for years and I'm still on the top
Watch
(This has been a Chops Production)
[Female voice:] Chamillitary Mayne
Keep Hating Pt. II lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Chamillionaire]
I'm like Floyd Mayweather
I flow better, my dough better
Fast or slow, whatever you want to do let's go
You already know I go hard
I am the mixtape circuit god
Flow like a butterfly, sting like a nah
A bee don't sting as hard as C
You won't live after you get stung by me
No pay-per-view though, you can get that for free
Chamillionaire.com, Don King
Get in the ring, ding, ding
I'm ready to go, eight rounds, nine rounds
Matter of fact, we gon' knock 'em out first round
We gon' knock 'em out first round
Never heard another rapper bragging this much
That's because I get it hater, shut the F up
No one on the corner got a swagger this tough
I'm the only around that's getting money like Puff
Grabbing my nuts while they turn my mic up
Losers on the net tryna tell me I suck
Couldn't name a rapper that I couldn't light up
And I realised I just had another light bulb
Bright idea just like my ear
Maybe I should diss a mother-F to get press
Maybe I should tell Canada I go harder
than all other artists and I am the best
Yes, I am Texas, I am freshest
Got to come down, got to come down
And when it come to spitting the fast or slow rhyme
I'm Jay and JazO and Twista combined
City I rule, ain't getting at you
Because me verse you isn't really a duel
I pity the fool that try to get in my jewels
Tell security to move and just give me my tool
I'm after your honey like I'm Winnie the Pooh
I'm telling her to strip down and get in my pool
She thinking is that what she really should do
And now she taking off her shirt and she telling me cool
Got all the paper, I ball my paper
And throw it down the toilet like it's toilet paper
Ain't my birthday but they knowing I'm caked up
Forget a super head homie, y'all can take her
I'm throwed in the game, you know I'm insane
With no curse words like the old Lil Wayne
I'm better than Michael, yep better than Jordan
Matter of fact I'm the Kobe Bryant of recording
You ain't important, I am the man
Do it all again homie, that's the plan
And if it don't work then I'ma get it demand
I got a clause in my contract that say that I can
Mixtape god of the mixtape art
Benchwarmers better play they mixtape part
You a retard, get played hard
Go against me and that's a mistake boy
Paparazzi still tryna take my photo
Got a drop top when I hop in my photo
I be by myself cause these boys act homo
And I don't mess with y'all, yep I still roll solo
If you disrespect me then I'm not respect you
If you don't respect me then I'm yelling F you
I treat you like a stepchild you don't wanna step to
The mixtape god so I'm yelling bless you
I'm like Floyd Mayweather
I flow better, my dough better
Fast or slow, whatever you want to do let's go
You already know I go hard
I am the mixtape circuit god
Flow like a butterfly, sting like a nah
A bee don't sting as hard as C
You won't live after you get stung by me
No pay-per-view though, you can get that for free
Chamillionaire.com, Don King
Get in the ring, ding, ding
I'm ready to go, eight rounds, nine rounds
Matter of fact, we gon' knock 'em out first round
We gon' knock 'em out first round
Never heard another rapper bragging this much
That's because I get it hater, shut the F up
No one on the corner got a swagger this tough
I'm the only around that's getting money like Puff
Grabbing my nuts while they turn my mic up
Losers on the net tryna tell me I suck
Couldn't name a rapper that I couldn't light up
And I realised I just had another light bulb
Bright idea just like my ear
Maybe I should diss a mother-F to get press
Maybe I should tell Canada I go harder
than all other artists and I am the best
Yes, I am Texas, I am freshest
Got to come down, got to come down
And when it come to spitting the fast or slow rhyme
I'm Jay and JazO and Twista combined
City I rule, ain't getting at you
Because me verse you isn't really a duel
I pity the fool that try to get in my jewels
Tell security to move and just give me my tool
I'm after your honey like I'm Winnie the Pooh
I'm telling her to strip down and get in my pool
She thinking is that what she really should do
And now she taking off her shirt and she telling me cool
Got all the paper, I ball my paper
And throw it down the toilet like it's toilet paper
Ain't my birthday but they knowing I'm caked up
Forget a super head homie, y'all can take her
I'm throwed in the game, you know I'm insane
With no curse words like the old Lil Wayne
I'm better than Michael, yep better than Jordan
Matter of fact I'm the Kobe Bryant of recording
You ain't important, I am the man
Do it all again homie, that's the plan
And if it don't work then I'ma get it demand
I got a clause in my contract that say that I can
Mixtape god of the mixtape art
Benchwarmers better play they mixtape part
You a retard, get played hard
Go against me and that's a mistake boy
Paparazzi still tryna take my photo
Got a drop top when I hop in my photo
I be by myself cause these boys act homo
And I don't mess with y'all, yep I still roll solo
If you disrespect me then I'm not respect you
If you don't respect me then I'm yelling F you
I treat you like a stepchild you don't wanna step to
The mixtape god so I'm yelling bless you
Swagga Like Koop lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Intro/Chorus - Sample of M.I.A.'s "Paper Planes" 4X]
"No one on the corner has swagger like us"
"Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us"
[Chamillionaire - talking over Intro/Chorus]
Chamillitary mayne!
You know I had to do it
Mixtape Messiah 5, that's right
Somebody need to give me a solid definition of what swag is
Is that when ya bank account get built up so high
that everybody come out tryin to sue you so they can get their piece of the pie?
Is that swag, huh?
Or maybe it's when a major label call you and ask you when your next
mixtape droppin
'Cause they know you gonna have the streets on smash, is that swag?
Or maybe it's just a whole bunch of punchlines
Braggin about how ya ball with no purpose at all
You already know I could do that, I could do that
Chamilli! (Chamilli!), uh! (uh, uh)
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Let me start like this
Tried to put on skinny jeans and couldn't zip my zip (haha)
Nah, let me be blunt real quick
I don't wear skinny jeans 'cause my dick (dick) don't fit (woo!)
Always keep a Maggie close to me like Lisa
Known to keep a lot of cheese on me like pizza
Hakeem, y'all backwards like Meekah
Y'all better keep your eyes on me like features (like features)
Never be mislead
I don't care what any side switchin fickle fan said
Yeah, still Street like Greg (Greg)
Hit you with a speaker they gonna call you bass head
Bought a motorcycle 'cause I'm normally one deep
(Crocodile) on the seats, you could call it (Dundee)
Kickers in the trunk tryin to do the Chun-Li
Yep, yep, bet the wallet do the Gumby (woo!)
Stretchin my green, stretchin, stretchin my cream
(Cash Rules Everything), I'm the Meth' of my scene (yeah)
Come to Texas, we can bet that I'm king
I'm the best in real life and nothin less in my dreams
Cars got the screens that they have in homes
Cribs got the same size pillars that they had in Rome
Travelled way to Rome just to grab a phone (okay)
I ain't even turn it on, haha
Paris Hilton got a man named Benji and she loves him
I'm in Paris with the benjies man and we hustlin (uh)
Meanwhile I'm in customs
Chain so big, we lookin like we munchkins
Ask your bank teller (yeah), bet she know a playa (yeah)
Money over here (woo!), you way over there
You got swag? Tell me why I'm supposed to care?
M.O.E. is me, you are more like money over where? (ha)
She say she independent like she signed to Koch (Koch)
I told her time is money, so she grabbed my watch
Got stocks, got rocks, got glocks (glocks)
Grammy isn't dusty 'cause I still ain't took it out the box
I keep a big whip like Indiana Jones (woo!)
And big sized rims what I'm a have it on (have it on)
I be terrorizin every jammer's song
Y'all on T-Pain dick, leave that man alone (whoa)
Act like you don't know me, I mean the new me, forget the old me
I dip a bullet in syrup and you can OD
On chopped and screwed bullets, competition die slowly (yeah)
I'm like the the (Man) named (Pac)
On a whole 'nother level, plus I'm eatin that's fact (that's fact)
Matter of fact you can take swag back
That's a word rappers sayin when they know they can't rap (can't rap)
But your confidence higher than a stewardess
Just wanna laugh when I ask you who your jeweler is (haha)
H-A-L-M-OH!, so humorous
Been gettin paid (been gettin paid) don't believe me, you can google this
Got a major deal
Winnin Boston green diamonds, while you waste your skrill
I buy green diamond, it's a baseball field
Nothin Little League about me, I got major bills
Money like Mutombo (yeah), tall like this (yeah)
Money got a mumble and it [mumbled] - talk like this (haha)
If money talks baby, pardon my lips
Ben Franklin always with me like he part of my clique
And I don't be in the strip club every night (right)
But I tell her keep the tax like you Wesley Snipes (Snipes)
Even the white girls tryin to get the pipe (why?)
All up on the nuts like a Nestle bite
The industry ain't somethin that I feel is fair
Don't care if you well rounded, they just fill the squares
So I don't care unless it about a million shares
Standin on a million, lookin up like it's a billion where?
And I am so sincere
I'm the baddest rapper here, let's just get this clear
And I wish a major would kick me out my deal
'Cause I'd be the richest independent you should fear
No one on the corner move mixtapes like me
But I won't tell ya how many and incriminate thee
M-I-X-T-A-P-E, street money make me sound like Lil Boosie
Can't get no money 'cause he don't move no birds
Can't get no money 'cause he don't usually curse
Mixtape Messiah 5, baby you deserve
Some alphabet soup so you can eat your words
"No one on the corner has swagger like us"
"Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us"
[Chamillionaire - talking over Intro/Chorus]
Chamillitary mayne!
You know I had to do it
Mixtape Messiah 5, that's right
Somebody need to give me a solid definition of what swag is
Is that when ya bank account get built up so high
that everybody come out tryin to sue you so they can get their piece of the pie?
Is that swag, huh?
Or maybe it's when a major label call you and ask you when your next
mixtape droppin
'Cause they know you gonna have the streets on smash, is that swag?
Or maybe it's just a whole bunch of punchlines
Braggin about how ya ball with no purpose at all
You already know I could do that, I could do that
Chamilli! (Chamilli!), uh! (uh, uh)
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Let me start like this
Tried to put on skinny jeans and couldn't zip my zip (haha)
Nah, let me be blunt real quick
I don't wear skinny jeans 'cause my dick (dick) don't fit (woo!)
Always keep a Maggie close to me like Lisa
Known to keep a lot of cheese on me like pizza
Hakeem, y'all backwards like Meekah
Y'all better keep your eyes on me like features (like features)
Never be mislead
I don't care what any side switchin fickle fan said
Yeah, still Street like Greg (Greg)
Hit you with a speaker they gonna call you bass head
Bought a motorcycle 'cause I'm normally one deep
(Crocodile) on the seats, you could call it (Dundee)
Kickers in the trunk tryin to do the Chun-Li
Yep, yep, bet the wallet do the Gumby (woo!)
Stretchin my green, stretchin, stretchin my cream
(Cash Rules Everything), I'm the Meth' of my scene (yeah)
Come to Texas, we can bet that I'm king
I'm the best in real life and nothin less in my dreams
Cars got the screens that they have in homes
Cribs got the same size pillars that they had in Rome
Travelled way to Rome just to grab a phone (okay)
I ain't even turn it on, haha
Paris Hilton got a man named Benji and she loves him
I'm in Paris with the benjies man and we hustlin (uh)
Meanwhile I'm in customs
Chain so big, we lookin like we munchkins
Ask your bank teller (yeah), bet she know a playa (yeah)
Money over here (woo!), you way over there
You got swag? Tell me why I'm supposed to care?
M.O.E. is me, you are more like money over where? (ha)
She say she independent like she signed to Koch (Koch)
I told her time is money, so she grabbed my watch
Got stocks, got rocks, got glocks (glocks)
Grammy isn't dusty 'cause I still ain't took it out the box
I keep a big whip like Indiana Jones (woo!)
And big sized rims what I'm a have it on (have it on)
I be terrorizin every jammer's song
Y'all on T-Pain dick, leave that man alone (whoa)
Act like you don't know me, I mean the new me, forget the old me
I dip a bullet in syrup and you can OD
On chopped and screwed bullets, competition die slowly (yeah)
I'm like the the (Man) named (Pac)
On a whole 'nother level, plus I'm eatin that's fact (that's fact)
Matter of fact you can take swag back
That's a word rappers sayin when they know they can't rap (can't rap)
But your confidence higher than a stewardess
Just wanna laugh when I ask you who your jeweler is (haha)
H-A-L-M-OH!, so humorous
Been gettin paid (been gettin paid) don't believe me, you can google this
Got a major deal
Winnin Boston green diamonds, while you waste your skrill
I buy green diamond, it's a baseball field
Nothin Little League about me, I got major bills
Money like Mutombo (yeah), tall like this (yeah)
Money got a mumble and it [mumbled] - talk like this (haha)
If money talks baby, pardon my lips
Ben Franklin always with me like he part of my clique
And I don't be in the strip club every night (right)
But I tell her keep the tax like you Wesley Snipes (Snipes)
Even the white girls tryin to get the pipe (why?)
All up on the nuts like a Nestle bite
The industry ain't somethin that I feel is fair
Don't care if you well rounded, they just fill the squares
So I don't care unless it about a million shares
Standin on a million, lookin up like it's a billion where?
And I am so sincere
I'm the baddest rapper here, let's just get this clear
And I wish a major would kick me out my deal
'Cause I'd be the richest independent you should fear
No one on the corner move mixtapes like me
But I won't tell ya how many and incriminate thee
M-I-X-T-A-P-E, street money make me sound like Lil Boosie
Can't get no money 'cause he don't move no birds
Can't get no money 'cause he don't usually curse
Mixtape Messiah 5, baby you deserve
Some alphabet soup so you can eat your words
I Got lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Intro]
9 million, 10 million, 11 million, keep goin'
Lets get it! It's Cooper
G-g-ghea
Mixtake messiah to you
[Chorus: Pimp C repeat 4X]
I got money
I got clothes
I got whips
I got
[Verse 1]
What if I said I was better than 50, Kanye, and Weezy
Would you believe me or would you be mad like I'm talkin' greezy
What if I said I was way better than all these little cheesy
rappers on TV that really be makin' corny look easy
You (E-Z Breezy) cover girls get your nails done by (Tyra)
In the streets I'm on fire and that's until I retire
I'm out entitled the mayor say I'm the mixtape messiah
So you get fire than messin' none of you rappers for hire
I don't admire none of y'all, plus I feel like I'm greater
You wanna get served, I'm a waiter and bullets I got a platter
Anybody jump fly I turn to a demonstrator
Mayor label that pay you and manager ain't gonna save ya
Not just the best in my city, I'm like the best on the planet
I'm a god from above and the streets is just where I landed
Haters all on my nuts, but ain't no need to panic
That real estate is expanded because my nuts is gigantic
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Blitz your chips, they get tackled - doin' it like its no hassle
Fourth and goal, but just know that I'm gonna be show boatin' after
If my career ever died then rest of y'all gonna be bastards
Because I fathered the baller rap style that y'all tryin' to master
Chamillionaire lost, you dummy how is you soundin'
SoundScan can't make my money, now I look like a mountain
Where the haters? I'm scoutin' 'cause I be lovin' the doubtin'
Just coordinate all the hatin' in start for my album
Don't mix business wit pleasure, I just mix money wit money
If I see Oprah oprachin' I bet she walk up in her ugly
It's like I stuffed 'em wit cotton, they see my pockets is chunky
Money is the root of all evil, they fill my pockets like Chucky
I'm gettin' rusty, I normally could make a thousand a minute
But I've been slippin' my numbers is somewhere down in (?)
We right back to the ground, they wanna hear the sound of me kill it
It's gonna sound like an inauguration in time when I get it, get it
9 million, 10 million, 11 million, keep goin'
Lets get it! It's Cooper
G-g-ghea
Mixtake messiah to you
[Chorus: Pimp C repeat 4X]
I got money
I got clothes
I got whips
I got
[Verse 1]
What if I said I was better than 50, Kanye, and Weezy
Would you believe me or would you be mad like I'm talkin' greezy
What if I said I was way better than all these little cheesy
rappers on TV that really be makin' corny look easy
You (E-Z Breezy) cover girls get your nails done by (Tyra)
In the streets I'm on fire and that's until I retire
I'm out entitled the mayor say I'm the mixtape messiah
So you get fire than messin' none of you rappers for hire
I don't admire none of y'all, plus I feel like I'm greater
You wanna get served, I'm a waiter and bullets I got a platter
Anybody jump fly I turn to a demonstrator
Mayor label that pay you and manager ain't gonna save ya
Not just the best in my city, I'm like the best on the planet
I'm a god from above and the streets is just where I landed
Haters all on my nuts, but ain't no need to panic
That real estate is expanded because my nuts is gigantic
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Blitz your chips, they get tackled - doin' it like its no hassle
Fourth and goal, but just know that I'm gonna be show boatin' after
If my career ever died then rest of y'all gonna be bastards
Because I fathered the baller rap style that y'all tryin' to master
Chamillionaire lost, you dummy how is you soundin'
SoundScan can't make my money, now I look like a mountain
Where the haters? I'm scoutin' 'cause I be lovin' the doubtin'
Just coordinate all the hatin' in start for my album
Don't mix business wit pleasure, I just mix money wit money
If I see Oprah oprachin' I bet she walk up in her ugly
It's like I stuffed 'em wit cotton, they see my pockets is chunky
Money is the root of all evil, they fill my pockets like Chucky
I'm gettin' rusty, I normally could make a thousand a minute
But I've been slippin' my numbers is somewhere down in (?)
We right back to the ground, they wanna hear the sound of me kill it
It's gonna sound like an inauguration in time when I get it, get it
Internet Nerd's Brother lyrics - Chamillionaire
[phone rings]
[Intro - Chamillionaire as Dexter - talking (Charlie)]
Hello?
(Hello?)
What's up, Charlie?
(What's up, man?)
Nothin, just watching "American Idol", just searching on the 'net
(Heard anything about Chamillionaire?)
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire as Dexter (Dexter's Mom) {Charlie}]
Heard he lost twenty million dollars, how'd he lose that?
Heard he got dropped from Universal, how he lose that?
Heard his new single and that (Creepin' (Solo)'s) super whack
Anyways, Ludacris just wrecked him on his own track
Ha, he's the rapper that my brother hates
He commit suicide, so I'm a take my brother's place
Let me log on the 'net, I don't have no time to waste
I'm a log on Chamillionaire.com and rub it in his face
Chamillionaire sucks, Chamillionare's a square
He's drops a lot of mixtapes but I don't care
If he don't switch it up, then I know he's gonna fail
And if he does switch it up, then I just hope it don't sell
Hell, he's super boring, he has no swagger
He's part of a league of rappers that just don't matter
I don't know why DJ Skee or Drama even mess with him
Oh no, there he go, sayin he's the best again
Plus he had the nerve to call my bro an +Internet Nerd+
I'm a log on his Gmail and hack his f-ing password
Sure, he's got Internet fans
But I never heard nobody in the streets jammin him
Mixtape Messiah, HAHA!, better think again
His last one sucked, I never made it up to number ten
I couldn't even pretend, that I would ever get him
I'll never go to his show and not gonna get his album "Venom"
He sucks, what the heck are people even listening to?
His rhyme patterns are enough to, make me miserable
Make me want to enter in-to a mental institute
In the real commercial world, he is like invisible
On the 'net, they're sayin he got witty bars
I'm a say he's whack, post it under every Diddy blog
And plus I wonder overseas, is he really large?
He's probably on vacation, I don't think he really toured
My sister tried to tell me that he got fifty cars
Hi Chamillionaire, none of those are really yours
He's really leasin 'em but I'm the one that really knows
I'm a put ya on World Star and you're gonna be exposed
His personality stinks, can't stand the scent of it
Where's his website? He didn't even finish it
If he thinks he'll sell as much as Wayne, then he's an idiot
I don't think he even made a song good as (A Milli) yet
Chat rooms or something that I'm normally glued to
But I don't wanna conversate with none of you fools
'Cause you think he's good, ant wrong, you lose
Yesterday he wasn't even top 10 on YouTube
Yeah trick, just admit it, y'all frontin
Charles Hamilton, Joell Ortiz, even Joe Buddens
All of them are better than him (Dexter), y'all don't know nothin
(Dexter, come down here now), ha, my mom's callin me - I'm coming
{Why you mad at me man?}
[American Idol plays in background]
[hangs up phone]
[Intro - Chamillionaire as Dexter - talking (Charlie)]
Hello?
(Hello?)
What's up, Charlie?
(What's up, man?)
Nothin, just watching "American Idol", just searching on the 'net
(Heard anything about Chamillionaire?)
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire as Dexter (Dexter's Mom) {Charlie}]
Heard he lost twenty million dollars, how'd he lose that?
Heard he got dropped from Universal, how he lose that?
Heard his new single and that (Creepin' (Solo)'s) super whack
Anyways, Ludacris just wrecked him on his own track
Ha, he's the rapper that my brother hates
He commit suicide, so I'm a take my brother's place
Let me log on the 'net, I don't have no time to waste
I'm a log on Chamillionaire.com and rub it in his face
Chamillionaire sucks, Chamillionare's a square
He's drops a lot of mixtapes but I don't care
If he don't switch it up, then I know he's gonna fail
And if he does switch it up, then I just hope it don't sell
Hell, he's super boring, he has no swagger
He's part of a league of rappers that just don't matter
I don't know why DJ Skee or Drama even mess with him
Oh no, there he go, sayin he's the best again
Plus he had the nerve to call my bro an +Internet Nerd+
I'm a log on his Gmail and hack his f-ing password
Sure, he's got Internet fans
But I never heard nobody in the streets jammin him
Mixtape Messiah, HAHA!, better think again
His last one sucked, I never made it up to number ten
I couldn't even pretend, that I would ever get him
I'll never go to his show and not gonna get his album "Venom"
He sucks, what the heck are people even listening to?
His rhyme patterns are enough to, make me miserable
Make me want to enter in-to a mental institute
In the real commercial world, he is like invisible
On the 'net, they're sayin he got witty bars
I'm a say he's whack, post it under every Diddy blog
And plus I wonder overseas, is he really large?
He's probably on vacation, I don't think he really toured
My sister tried to tell me that he got fifty cars
Hi Chamillionaire, none of those are really yours
He's really leasin 'em but I'm the one that really knows
I'm a put ya on World Star and you're gonna be exposed
His personality stinks, can't stand the scent of it
Where's his website? He didn't even finish it
If he thinks he'll sell as much as Wayne, then he's an idiot
I don't think he even made a song good as (A Milli) yet
Chat rooms or something that I'm normally glued to
But I don't wanna conversate with none of you fools
'Cause you think he's good, ant wrong, you lose
Yesterday he wasn't even top 10 on YouTube
Yeah trick, just admit it, y'all frontin
Charles Hamilton, Joell Ortiz, even Joe Buddens
All of them are better than him (Dexter), y'all don't know nothin
(Dexter, come down here now), ha, my mom's callin me - I'm coming
{Why you mad at me man?}
[American Idol plays in background]
[hangs up phone]
Land Of The Slowed lyrics - Chamillionaire (feat. Chalie Boy, Tum Tum)
[Intro: Chamillionaire]
They try'na say something bout'cha boy singing, but they ain't never goin understand
We been parking lot pimpin since 98', knahtalkinbout?
I call it Texas talk
That Big Moe
That Trae, that Z-Ro
That Charlie
[Hook: Charlie Boy]
This is the Land of The Slowed down chop-chop-chop
Hit the button on the drop then recline (chop-chop)
From domestic to a form see the rims don't stop
? In the screens glow when the trunk pop
From Bentley's to Escalades the corners keep bending
And them haters still hating
While the dimes keep grinning
From 6-4's to Benzo's rims keep spinning
And I'm riding on 4's them 84's extending
Elbows be poking as we gripping on grain
The sun beaming on the paint but the frame ain't tamed
The color chameleon unlike any other
Bang making my game platform
Click clan and studder
This is the state knowing for them great taste
Slanging in the deck, swanging lanes, sipping gray taste
That's the purple and we turning circles
If you wanna hate
You'll get rolled over and bounce, like I do my scrape plate
Sitting high on 24's, and my cuttly's to a rose
See nothing but gray smoke, when I open up my dows
No need to say mo, real G's get chose
When the top drop and the trunk pop, you goin see the gray blows
Mayne
[x2:]
This is the Land of The Slowed down chop-chop-chop
Hit the button on the drop then recline (chop-chop)
From domestic to a form see the rims don't stop
? In the screens glow when the trunk pop
[Chamillionaire:]
Southern playas get the doe, ain't trippin bout what the haters say
Hate started that my birth, my B-day is a hater day
Way before Mike Jones and Magno, I was grindin day-to-day
G-fo, in the air, like a F-ing fadeaway
Starts down to the floor, walk out lift my dow
Up into the sky, and the bet you goin reply with "WOOH"
I be jammin music that be choppin and be sign it slow
Every minute on the clock is money so I gotta go
Minutes addin up so you can say that I'm the Minute Man
Pulling up in my truck and all the slush like, that's him again
Season side the dooly classify as amfibian
Think that you can handle what I got, t hen come get in then
[Singing:]
I'm ridin good grippin grain
Doing my thang
Back to back cars dancing like it's Soul Train
Everybody on Swangs (swangs)
Lift up on swangs
Still bangin screw I let Charlie Boy sang
(Get em mayne)
[x2:]
This is the Land of The Slowed down chop-chop-chop
Hit the button on the drop then recline (chop-chop)
From domestic to a form see the rims don't stop
? In the screens glow when the trunk pop
[Tum Tum:]
Yeah
Gripping on the grain (grain)
Candy stay in the lane (grain)
The memory of Fat Pat (Pat)
I swear I love it mayne
Watch how I get it (yeah)
Them flames I spit it (uh-huh)
When tray's get broke we say Tum-ty did it (check it)
I got a 80 delta in my yard
Candy blue white rag top the bitch hard
Same color spokes, ballin with my folks
The fifty slab candy coke, we ain't no mothafuckin joke
Caprices and ground sticks (uh-huh)
Deltas and rolmels (what else)
Trunks and leek baskets (uh-huh) some roofs are flow masters (yeah)
Dirty South riders and them the boys from thirty third
From the streets to the birds, I know all you niggas heard
I show ya how to rang (grab a pen)
I teach ya how to stunt (yeah)
Get up all them forth and twenty's,
I run that bitch, fuck a punk (woo)
Seens slugs inside the grill (grill)
I ball like Oseal (seal)
Some drank and some kill
And steals the round skill
[x2:]
This is the Land of The Slowed down chop-chop-chop
Hit the button on the drop then recline (chop-chop)
From domestic to a form see the rims don't stop
? In the screens glow when the trunk pop
Chamillitary Mayne [x2]
They try'na say something bout'cha boy singing, but they ain't never goin understand
We been parking lot pimpin since 98', knahtalkinbout?
I call it Texas talk
That Big Moe
That Trae, that Z-Ro
That Charlie
[Hook: Charlie Boy]
This is the Land of The Slowed down chop-chop-chop
Hit the button on the drop then recline (chop-chop)
From domestic to a form see the rims don't stop
? In the screens glow when the trunk pop
From Bentley's to Escalades the corners keep bending
And them haters still hating
While the dimes keep grinning
From 6-4's to Benzo's rims keep spinning
And I'm riding on 4's them 84's extending
Elbows be poking as we gripping on grain
The sun beaming on the paint but the frame ain't tamed
The color chameleon unlike any other
Bang making my game platform
Click clan and studder
This is the state knowing for them great taste
Slanging in the deck, swanging lanes, sipping gray taste
That's the purple and we turning circles
If you wanna hate
You'll get rolled over and bounce, like I do my scrape plate
Sitting high on 24's, and my cuttly's to a rose
See nothing but gray smoke, when I open up my dows
No need to say mo, real G's get chose
When the top drop and the trunk pop, you goin see the gray blows
Mayne
[x2:]
This is the Land of The Slowed down chop-chop-chop
Hit the button on the drop then recline (chop-chop)
From domestic to a form see the rims don't stop
? In the screens glow when the trunk pop
[Chamillionaire:]
Southern playas get the doe, ain't trippin bout what the haters say
Hate started that my birth, my B-day is a hater day
Way before Mike Jones and Magno, I was grindin day-to-day
G-fo, in the air, like a F-ing fadeaway
Starts down to the floor, walk out lift my dow
Up into the sky, and the bet you goin reply with "WOOH"
I be jammin music that be choppin and be sign it slow
Every minute on the clock is money so I gotta go
Minutes addin up so you can say that I'm the Minute Man
Pulling up in my truck and all the slush like, that's him again
Season side the dooly classify as amfibian
Think that you can handle what I got, t hen come get in then
[Singing:]
I'm ridin good grippin grain
Doing my thang
Back to back cars dancing like it's Soul Train
Everybody on Swangs (swangs)
Lift up on swangs
Still bangin screw I let Charlie Boy sang
(Get em mayne)
[x2:]
This is the Land of The Slowed down chop-chop-chop
Hit the button on the drop then recline (chop-chop)
From domestic to a form see the rims don't stop
? In the screens glow when the trunk pop
[Tum Tum:]
Yeah
Gripping on the grain (grain)
Candy stay in the lane (grain)
The memory of Fat Pat (Pat)
I swear I love it mayne
Watch how I get it (yeah)
Them flames I spit it (uh-huh)
When tray's get broke we say Tum-ty did it (check it)
I got a 80 delta in my yard
Candy blue white rag top the bitch hard
Same color spokes, ballin with my folks
The fifty slab candy coke, we ain't no mothafuckin joke
Caprices and ground sticks (uh-huh)
Deltas and rolmels (what else)
Trunks and leek baskets (uh-huh) some roofs are flow masters (yeah)
Dirty South riders and them the boys from thirty third
From the streets to the birds, I know all you niggas heard
I show ya how to rang (grab a pen)
I teach ya how to stunt (yeah)
Get up all them forth and twenty's,
I run that bitch, fuck a punk (woo)
Seens slugs inside the grill (grill)
I ball like Oseal (seal)
Some drank and some kill
And steals the round skill
[x2:]
This is the Land of The Slowed down chop-chop-chop
Hit the button on the drop then recline (chop-chop)
From domestic to a form see the rims don't stop
? In the screens glow when the trunk pop
Chamillitary Mayne [x2]
I'm The One lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Intro]
I wanna just say, hi haters, hi haters
I know you missed me, I'm back
You know who I am
No introduction needed, ha-ha
[Chorus]
I'm the one that run the state
I'm the one that get the cake
I'm the one that isn't fake
(I'm the one that you should hate)
I'm the one that's living great
I'm the one that's getting paid
I'm the one that's in your face
(I'm the one that you should hate)
[Verse 1]
Tell your girl, I love hangin' with her I sure ain't gonna miss her
She a hopeless romantic and I sure ain't gonna kiss her
Chain gettin' thicker, my chain got a flicker
Diamond so large I photoshop my chain in the picture
So many ways to tell you how I'm paid
To tell you 'bout my swangs, paralyze(?) a new blade
Tell you I might go (Geico) and tell you how much I saved
I put up my cars in line and it's gonna look like a parade
Diamonds got 'em leaning grabbin' these fightin' with my ear
Lettin' bet the top look like my drop fightin' with the air
Leanin' in my whip it's like my posture fightin' with the chair
Me and two chicks in the whip playin' truth or dare
Yeah
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
You can hate me, you can hate me, you can hate me (hi hater, hi hater)
I'm the one that you should hate
You can hate me, you can hate me, you can hate me (hi hater, hi hater)
I'm the one that you should hate
[Verse 2]
Let's erase my history, my Grammy and my platinum sales
Let's erase the motorcycle and the seat that comes with scale
And subtract a lot of millions from my bank account as well
Then you probably still will be a hater, hatin' I can tell
Every time that you reply, when you talkin' you a lie
Any plan to go against Chamillionaire, suicide
Every verse is supafly, confidence is supa high
Stupid I, ain't gonna let you stop me hater, move around
I'm getting money baby and gonna get plenty mo'(whoa!)
Just to had to let you know
(I'm the one that you should hate)
They said I couldn't make it, they said I wouldn't blow (blow)
But look who run the show
(I'm the one that you should hate)
[Chorus]
Hi haters, hi haters
(I'm the one that you should hate)
Hi haters, hi haters
(I'm the one that you should hate)
I wanna just say, hi haters, hi haters
I know you missed me, I'm back
You know who I am
No introduction needed, ha-ha
[Chorus]
I'm the one that run the state
I'm the one that get the cake
I'm the one that isn't fake
(I'm the one that you should hate)
I'm the one that's living great
I'm the one that's getting paid
I'm the one that's in your face
(I'm the one that you should hate)
[Verse 1]
Tell your girl, I love hangin' with her I sure ain't gonna miss her
She a hopeless romantic and I sure ain't gonna kiss her
Chain gettin' thicker, my chain got a flicker
Diamond so large I photoshop my chain in the picture
So many ways to tell you how I'm paid
To tell you 'bout my swangs, paralyze(?) a new blade
Tell you I might go (Geico) and tell you how much I saved
I put up my cars in line and it's gonna look like a parade
Diamonds got 'em leaning grabbin' these fightin' with my ear
Lettin' bet the top look like my drop fightin' with the air
Leanin' in my whip it's like my posture fightin' with the chair
Me and two chicks in the whip playin' truth or dare
Yeah
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
You can hate me, you can hate me, you can hate me (hi hater, hi hater)
I'm the one that you should hate
You can hate me, you can hate me, you can hate me (hi hater, hi hater)
I'm the one that you should hate
[Verse 2]
Let's erase my history, my Grammy and my platinum sales
Let's erase the motorcycle and the seat that comes with scale
And subtract a lot of millions from my bank account as well
Then you probably still will be a hater, hatin' I can tell
Every time that you reply, when you talkin' you a lie
Any plan to go against Chamillionaire, suicide
Every verse is supafly, confidence is supa high
Stupid I, ain't gonna let you stop me hater, move around
I'm getting money baby and gonna get plenty mo'(whoa!)
Just to had to let you know
(I'm the one that you should hate)
They said I couldn't make it, they said I wouldn't blow (blow)
But look who run the show
(I'm the one that you should hate)
[Chorus]
Hi haters, hi haters
(I'm the one that you should hate)
Hi haters, hi haters
(I'm the one that you should hate)
All I Got Is Pain lyrics - Chamillionaire (feat. Famous)
[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
All I feel is pain
Yeah, that's what I'm about
You hear it every time that I talk
All I got is pain
I'm going insane, I feel it in my veins
All I got is pain
If you wondering (Pain) why I'm not smilin' (Pain)
It's because I can't hide it (Feel it, baby)
All I got is pain
I'm going insane, I feel it in my veins
All I got is pain
[Famous]
With so much pain
Some time it get hard to cope
And I be hidin' my emotions so it's hard to show
The way I feel about shit only God to know
And he know I won't quit with so far to go
I wanna slab a few cribs and my squad to blow
A wife, a few kids, livin' far from broke
I wanna be the life kids never offered hope
Thinkin' the world so dirty, let me offer soap
Feeling like you in a snow storm and lost your coat
In the middle of a ocean and you lost your boat
Got fronted three keys and you lost your door (Damn!)
And you fronter ain't a fronter and he at ya' door
[Chamillionare]
All I feel is pain...
All I got is pain...
All I got is pain...
[Famous]
Like umbrellas better open up
The game shoulda soaked it up
Be tryin bust you cokin up
Over what?
Over what? Shit root of all evil
And I didn't see what it do to all people
We all equal in the eyes of the man
And I see Jenna Six, shit had me like "Damn!"
The fuck goin' on with the nonsense
I wanna rap about 'bout ice, but what about my conscience? (What about it?)
Nonsense fame flow what you wanna
Shoot dice, fuck hoes, smoke marijuana
On the cool my generation is some gonna
so I fall on my knees the last days our partner
[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
All I feel is pain
Yeah, that's what I'm about
You hear it every time that I talk
All I got is pain
I'm going insane I feel it in my veins
All I got is pain
If you wondering (Pain) why I'm not smilin' (Pain)
It's because I can't hide it (Feel it, baby)
All I got is pain
I'm going insane I feel it in my veins
All I got is pain
[Chamillionaire]
All I got is pain...
All I got is pain...
All I feel is pain
Yeah, that's what I'm about
You hear it every time that I talk
All I got is pain
I'm going insane, I feel it in my veins
All I got is pain
If you wondering (Pain) why I'm not smilin' (Pain)
It's because I can't hide it (Feel it, baby)
All I got is pain
I'm going insane, I feel it in my veins
All I got is pain
[Famous]
With so much pain
Some time it get hard to cope
And I be hidin' my emotions so it's hard to show
The way I feel about shit only God to know
And he know I won't quit with so far to go
I wanna slab a few cribs and my squad to blow
A wife, a few kids, livin' far from broke
I wanna be the life kids never offered hope
Thinkin' the world so dirty, let me offer soap
Feeling like you in a snow storm and lost your coat
In the middle of a ocean and you lost your boat
Got fronted three keys and you lost your door (Damn!)
And you fronter ain't a fronter and he at ya' door
[Chamillionare]
All I feel is pain...
All I got is pain...
All I got is pain...
[Famous]
Like umbrellas better open up
The game shoulda soaked it up
Be tryin bust you cokin up
Over what?
Over what? Shit root of all evil
And I didn't see what it do to all people
We all equal in the eyes of the man
And I see Jenna Six, shit had me like "Damn!"
The fuck goin' on with the nonsense
I wanna rap about 'bout ice, but what about my conscience? (What about it?)
Nonsense fame flow what you wanna
Shoot dice, fuck hoes, smoke marijuana
On the cool my generation is some gonna
so I fall on my knees the last days our partner
[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
All I feel is pain
Yeah, that's what I'm about
You hear it every time that I talk
All I got is pain
I'm going insane I feel it in my veins
All I got is pain
If you wondering (Pain) why I'm not smilin' (Pain)
It's because I can't hide it (Feel it, baby)
All I got is pain
I'm going insane I feel it in my veins
All I got is pain
[Chamillionaire]
All I got is pain...
All I got is pain...
Get It Understand lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Intro:]
Yeah, Yeah,
You like that? I know
Now real talk, as I was saying I always had a way with words
Used to make straight A's in Spanish
El gusto es mio, Igualmente,
Ha ha ha,
You gon' light them candles? Let's get romantic
Psyche!
[Verse:]
I'm ghettoer than ghetto
I'm never sentimental
She gon' get a medal
If I can't make her forget a fellow
I medal with the mental
I'm better with the trouble
I pull strings
And grip the wood like the name Jippetto?
The seats foxy brown
The car's super fly
Somebody badder?
I tell you to tell the truth or die
I bust you in ya eye
Keep thinkin that's a lie
You'll be pissed on like Allen I
Go 'head and try
I can't afford the prize
I ain't gon' need to know
Ain't got a finance
Cause I don't need ya bro
My money go up high
It's looking like the slopes
But it ain't going down
I bet my money float
They say that Koopa broke
Funny, tell another joke
Can't han with the king
Get another rope
Eany Meany Miny Mo
Grab a rapper by the throat
Anyone that you think is dope
And that's the rapper I'm a choke
I always been the coldest
Ain't never seen a coat
I'm sharper than a marker
When I ain't even wrote
I'm badder than these rappers
When I ain't even woke
My verses super clean
Just finished eatin soap
Won't give her my money
I'll let you see it though
I call it sarcasm
"Look at me I'm broke"
Laying on the cantoni
Cause my crib is dope
Let me show you the view
Like a tv remote
Ain't a family guy
No, my name ain't Stewart
Gotta be colourblind
To say the chain ain't blue-ish
Show ya how to do it
Caveman Music
Cause I make look so easy
That a caveman could do it
She's see the new imparlour?
She askin me to call her
I'm like the end of the week
She beggin' for tomorra
She be like "Yeah daddy"
She know that I'm a baller
So many grans
My kids gon' call me grandfather
I ain't got a seat
Don't try to play me, please
But I know it's a lot of woman
Tryna have my trees
You can have the leaves
Pointed at your teeth
Don't tell me that you like it
Until I tell you "leave"
You hear that "Ding"
There goes my door
They look up to
Like a basement do a top floor
I had a lot of friends
But now I'm not poor
So they are not here
They mad I got more
[Outro:]
So I gotcha girl, get in my car
Dunno what it is, whatcha waitin here for?
Get it understood that I'm only one deep
When I be swinging (Just act right)
So, when I be swinging (Just act right)
When I be swinging (Just act right)
Cause I be rollin solo when I'm only one deep
So, when I be swinging (Just act right)
Yeah, Yeah,
You like that? I know
Now real talk, as I was saying I always had a way with words
Used to make straight A's in Spanish
El gusto es mio, Igualmente,
Ha ha ha,
You gon' light them candles? Let's get romantic
Psyche!
[Verse:]
I'm ghettoer than ghetto
I'm never sentimental
She gon' get a medal
If I can't make her forget a fellow
I medal with the mental
I'm better with the trouble
I pull strings
And grip the wood like the name Jippetto?
The seats foxy brown
The car's super fly
Somebody badder?
I tell you to tell the truth or die
I bust you in ya eye
Keep thinkin that's a lie
You'll be pissed on like Allen I
Go 'head and try
I can't afford the prize
I ain't gon' need to know
Ain't got a finance
Cause I don't need ya bro
My money go up high
It's looking like the slopes
But it ain't going down
I bet my money float
They say that Koopa broke
Funny, tell another joke
Can't han with the king
Get another rope
Eany Meany Miny Mo
Grab a rapper by the throat
Anyone that you think is dope
And that's the rapper I'm a choke
I always been the coldest
Ain't never seen a coat
I'm sharper than a marker
When I ain't even wrote
I'm badder than these rappers
When I ain't even woke
My verses super clean
Just finished eatin soap
Won't give her my money
I'll let you see it though
I call it sarcasm
"Look at me I'm broke"
Laying on the cantoni
Cause my crib is dope
Let me show you the view
Like a tv remote
Ain't a family guy
No, my name ain't Stewart
Gotta be colourblind
To say the chain ain't blue-ish
Show ya how to do it
Caveman Music
Cause I make look so easy
That a caveman could do it
She's see the new imparlour?
She askin me to call her
I'm like the end of the week
She beggin' for tomorra
She be like "Yeah daddy"
She know that I'm a baller
So many grans
My kids gon' call me grandfather
I ain't got a seat
Don't try to play me, please
But I know it's a lot of woman
Tryna have my trees
You can have the leaves
Pointed at your teeth
Don't tell me that you like it
Until I tell you "leave"
You hear that "Ding"
There goes my door
They look up to
Like a basement do a top floor
I had a lot of friends
But now I'm not poor
So they are not here
They mad I got more
[Outro:]
So I gotcha girl, get in my car
Dunno what it is, whatcha waitin here for?
Get it understood that I'm only one deep
When I be swinging (Just act right)
So, when I be swinging (Just act right)
When I be swinging (Just act right)
Cause I be rollin solo when I'm only one deep
So, when I be swinging (Just act right)
Down The Freeway lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Chorus:]
Diamond in the back with the sun roof open
Drivin Down The Freeway
Eyes real low just singing my song
Drivin Down The Freeway
Life already bad so I'm moving along, yeah
Drivin Down The Freeway
Blowin my smoke all by myself, just
Drivin Down The Freeway
[Chamillionaire:]
Koopa
She said that she ain't never been in an old school car in her life
And you will never, not with me cause you are not my type
That Houston breathes be feeling nice, I had to drop top twice
Showin roof because they couldn't afford the top drop price
Marvin Gaye is gonna play cause what it do to the soul
The music probably goin be chopped cause Watt's done screw it to slow
I love to see the sun come out, cause what it do to the 4's
And it's ready to bring the Lincoln out cause it's too new for the road
Key to the city with me with me as I cruise to the toe
And the handles never show not including with doe
And I swear the air up there is so populated with snow
A condition blowing code I'm bout to shoot em the stove
Complaining, saying I don't be in the hood chillin with them
But when I pop up with the top they like "What's up, Cham? "
He said "let me hold something" so I took my hand out
And then I pulled it out and he like "stuck up man"
Chunk the deuce to all the haters, pictured us as a fluke
Haters better get on ya job like you was hired to do
Never open up your mouth and say that I ain't the truth
Cause you goin blow it like a fluke got stuck inside in your tooth
Ford chicks they love a Ford crosser I ain't traduce
Both of them they Europeans, get inside of the coupe
If you goin race me then I think you should be tying ya shoes
You hear that engine start roaring like a lion is loose
That's Right
[Chorus:]
Diamond in the back with the sun roof open
Drivin Down The Freeway
Eyes real low just singing my song
Drivin Down The Freeway
Life already bad so I'm moving along, yeah
Drivin Down The Freeway
Blowin my smoke all by myself, just
Drivin Down The Freeway
Really Isn't Fair lyrics - Chamillionaire
(performed by Famous)
[Famous]
Uhhh!
Part five, FRONTLINE!!
Yes sir! I swear to God man (what's that?)
It really isn't fair (oh yeah)
Nah it really isn't fair (YEAHHH)
Man it really isn't fair (oh yeah)
Oh yeah, let's go
Ay ballin is a habit like, nail bitin
Groupies I'ma stab 'em like, jail fightin
Caddy I'ma slab it, scream my tailpipe
And it (Storm) like the DJ, umm that's hail, lightning, frightening
A chef in the kitchen, I cook for the green
My potnah Akeem got hooks like Kareem
The (House) (Full) like Tanner, can't hate it
The bitch act up, and I'ma (Banner) like (David)
The bitch act tough, play Goliath, I'm David
Grab a stone from the watch now look how time saved 'em
Yeah, I'm back for the crown
But don't get it twisted y'all, I spat for the crown
I'm crack for the town, the black and the brown
And when I come through it's like that when I sound
(BOOM) Chamilitary mayne!
Pass the sweet and the beat cause I'm killin e'rythang
Now some say slow, and some say lazy
I say no hoe you must be crazyyy...
(Crazy) Them hoes Fugazi
I am mo' that don't exist like blue daisies
Hold up! It really isn't fair
Nah, nah it really isn't fair
Really, I swear it really isn't fair
Man I swear, you know me
I gotta be Blair, I gotta be G
You mention 210 and it's gotta be me
You mention Durand then it's gotta be he
Cause they know I show ass like I'm on a nude beach
Hold up, that's Texas slang, I wreck this thang (true)
You plex for fame, the weapons BANG
(BOOM) And I ain't tryin be a tough guy
But don't try to get points just cause you a (Puff) guy
Heh, get your brolic ass duct tied
Them words for birds and chickens get plucked, fried
And now back to the music
Like Whitney don't miss me, Trump crack like it's Houston
[laughter]
I'm a clear it man!
It really isn't fair man
FAMOUS! Nah it really isn't fair
Yeah, aowwww!
Uhhh!
Part five, FRONTLINE!!
Yes sir! I swear to God man (what's that?)
It really isn't fair (oh yeah)
Nah it really isn't fair (YEAHHH)
Man it really isn't fair (oh yeah)
Oh yeah, let's go
Ay ballin is a habit like, nail bitin
Groupies I'ma stab 'em like, jail fightin
Caddy I'ma slab it, scream my tailpipe
And it (Storm) like the DJ, umm that's hail, lightning, frightening
A chef in the kitchen, I cook for the green
My potnah Akeem got hooks like Kareem
The (House) (Full) like Tanner, can't hate it
The bitch act up, and I'ma (Banner) like (David)
The bitch act tough, play Goliath, I'm David
Grab a stone from the watch now look how time saved 'em
Yeah, I'm back for the crown
But don't get it twisted y'all, I spat for the crown
I'm crack for the town, the black and the brown
And when I come through it's like that when I sound
(BOOM) Chamilitary mayne!
Pass the sweet and the beat cause I'm killin e'rythang
Now some say slow, and some say lazy
I say no hoe you must be crazyyy...
(Crazy) Them hoes Fugazi
I am mo' that don't exist like blue daisies
Hold up! It really isn't fair
Nah, nah it really isn't fair
Really, I swear it really isn't fair
Man I swear, you know me
I gotta be Blair, I gotta be G
You mention 210 and it's gotta be me
You mention Durand then it's gotta be he
Cause they know I show ass like I'm on a nude beach
Hold up, that's Texas slang, I wreck this thang (true)
You plex for fame, the weapons BANG
(BOOM) And I ain't tryin be a tough guy
But don't try to get points just cause you a (Puff) guy
Heh, get your brolic ass duct tied
Them words for birds and chickens get plucked, fried
And now back to the music
Like Whitney don't miss me, Trump crack like it's Houston
[laughter]
I'm a clear it man!
It really isn't fair man
FAMOUS! Nah it really isn't fair
Yeah, aowwww!
Ran Out Of Auto-Tune lyrics - Chamillionaire
Left wing in my crib there's a model room
Right wing there's a room just for Almond Spoons
I sing on this track that's what they assume
Sorry but my engineer ran out of autotune
You rap but I feel that you are a coon
And the other one's that ain't coon are a foons
Try me, and you will fail in the arms of doom
Cause that V-ve-Venom album coming soon
Fifty thousand dollar fresh in my living room
Try to steal it and I bet you won't lit a noon
Put the camera on ya chick like I'm Benny Boom
And then I hit her quick vroom, vroom
Ya girl say she love me cause I'm cool and laid back
Then she wanna do (what?) I said cool and lay back
Perpetrator vision I see through they facts
All these rappers sweeter than some Kool-Aid packs
My Lincoln longer than two Maybachs
My front yard longer than two race tracks
Hearing them but'chu know they goin use they gats
I don't be hanging with none of them dudes, they wack (they wack)
She was speaking in a whisper like Shawday
Well I call her never yes I told her probably
Paparazzi you better do what I say
To me a face like a camera to Kanye
If you late on my team you know docked
If I'm late you goin wait till I move out
Got'cha chick bout to take off her tube-top
I purchase rims like your Footlock or Shoe-shop
Tell her friend that I rather have a enemy
Money tall and your money just a mini-me
The class gotta S like Hennessy
And I gotta SS like Tennessee
I stay super fly like a kite, so
You should know that you can't see me like a white crow
Walk in all the women get in flight mode
She bout to take off all her nice clothes
Ha Ha
Right wing there's a room just for Almond Spoons
I sing on this track that's what they assume
Sorry but my engineer ran out of autotune
You rap but I feel that you are a coon
And the other one's that ain't coon are a foons
Try me, and you will fail in the arms of doom
Cause that V-ve-Venom album coming soon
Fifty thousand dollar fresh in my living room
Try to steal it and I bet you won't lit a noon
Put the camera on ya chick like I'm Benny Boom
And then I hit her quick vroom, vroom
Ya girl say she love me cause I'm cool and laid back
Then she wanna do (what?) I said cool and lay back
Perpetrator vision I see through they facts
All these rappers sweeter than some Kool-Aid packs
My Lincoln longer than two Maybachs
My front yard longer than two race tracks
Hearing them but'chu know they goin use they gats
I don't be hanging with none of them dudes, they wack (they wack)
She was speaking in a whisper like Shawday
Well I call her never yes I told her probably
Paparazzi you better do what I say
To me a face like a camera to Kanye
If you late on my team you know docked
If I'm late you goin wait till I move out
Got'cha chick bout to take off her tube-top
I purchase rims like your Footlock or Shoe-shop
Tell her friend that I rather have a enemy
Money tall and your money just a mini-me
The class gotta S like Hennessy
And I gotta SS like Tennessee
I stay super fly like a kite, so
You should know that you can't see me like a white crow
Walk in all the women get in flight mode
She bout to take off all her nice clothes
Ha Ha
Can't Get Enough lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
He telling her that I sing too much (Okay)
She told me I don't sing enough (Okay)
Seems your lady can't get enough (Nah!)
Of my music and that's because
I'm the baddest, (Y'all know I'm the baddest baby!) the baddest (Know what I'm talking about?)
Always keep it trill (Chamillitary mayne!)
If you don't love me, (if you don't love me) why are you still here? (Why you here?)
Say that she loves me, (Okay) better, (Okay) when I'm, (Okay) chopped and slowed
(You liked that, huh? Chopped and slowed, chopped and slowed, chopped and slowed, yeah..)
[Chamillionaire]
Yeah, who the best? Who the best? (Best!)
Then she looked at me said, "You the best, you a mess (Mess) that I need to clean" (Okay)
Wanna be my queen (Okay)
East and west wing everything that's in between
Bed (Huh), room (Huh)
if you even assume that you can handle that then
you can call and meet your, doom (Come on, BOOM!)
I have you singing to my tune (Tune)
Sequel coming soon you won't wake up until, noon (Woo!)
She wanted me to spoil her, kiss the pinky ring, then she told me I should call her (Call her)
Another girl coming after her tomorrow, messed up hair and go straight to the beauty parlor
True, I am the equivalent to cool (Cool!)
Shiver in your knees see them wiggle in your shoe
You, tried to say what you would do (Woo!)
But your outcome didn't really go as smooth
You, didn't see you going be as hooked, as a red fish
saw the bait and you got took (Took!)
And the competitors are shook
Wishing they can walk in my foot
Loo-look
[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
He telling her that I sing too much
She told me I don't sing enough
Seems your lady can't get enough
Of my music and that's because
I'm the baddest, the baddest
Always keep it trill
If you don't love me, why are you still here?
Say that she loves me, better, when I'm, chopped and slowed
Chopped and slowed, chopped and slowed, chopped and slowed, yeah..
I got to get you something
I don't have a lot, you know
But, I know I'm gonna be able to get you like a half a karat grain, and I'm just--
You know, it's, it's not a lot
You know, I know what you got
It definitely shows, where I'm coming from and where my heart is..
[Sigh] And I'm so excited, I'm so fucking excited
I, called my mom and she wants to meet you and she wants to know your real name!
It's like, WOW, slow down!
I don't know his real name but--
[Chamillionaire]
Two Mixtape Messiahs CDs later
Still telling your friends how Chamill' is so player
Treat your own man like Chamillionaire's greater
You ain't never home and you told him, "Don't wait up"
Wait up, now he turning to a hater?
All on my dot com, tell him get up off my data
While I'm on the grind and I'm trying to lift the state up
Shorty, I'mma holla at you later
Huh, Chamillionator (Whoo!)
[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
He telling her that I sing too much
She told me I don't sing enough
Seems your lady can't get enough
Of my music and that's because
I'm the baddest, the baddest
Always keep it trill
If you don't love me, why are you still here?
Say that she loves me, better, when I'm, chopped and slowed
Chopped and slowed, chopped and slowed, chopped and slowed, yeah..
[Chamillionaire (During Chorus)]
First of all, if you think I sing too much
Then all you gotta do is turn it off
Plenty of other rappers you could listen to
Don't let 'em hate
Know what I'm saying?
It's okay to feel the Chamilli
You know what I'm talking about?
It's okay to feel the Mixtape Messiah series
Don't be bamboozled, hoodwinked, led astray
Haha, ?
Y'all know what it is...
Huh, Chamillitary mayne!
He telling her that I sing too much (Okay)
She told me I don't sing enough (Okay)
Seems your lady can't get enough (Nah!)
Of my music and that's because
I'm the baddest, (Y'all know I'm the baddest baby!) the baddest (Know what I'm talking about?)
Always keep it trill (Chamillitary mayne!)
If you don't love me, (if you don't love me) why are you still here? (Why you here?)
Say that she loves me, (Okay) better, (Okay) when I'm, (Okay) chopped and slowed
(You liked that, huh? Chopped and slowed, chopped and slowed, chopped and slowed, yeah..)
[Chamillionaire]
Yeah, who the best? Who the best? (Best!)
Then she looked at me said, "You the best, you a mess (Mess) that I need to clean" (Okay)
Wanna be my queen (Okay)
East and west wing everything that's in between
Bed (Huh), room (Huh)
if you even assume that you can handle that then
you can call and meet your, doom (Come on, BOOM!)
I have you singing to my tune (Tune)
Sequel coming soon you won't wake up until, noon (Woo!)
She wanted me to spoil her, kiss the pinky ring, then she told me I should call her (Call her)
Another girl coming after her tomorrow, messed up hair and go straight to the beauty parlor
True, I am the equivalent to cool (Cool!)
Shiver in your knees see them wiggle in your shoe
You, tried to say what you would do (Woo!)
But your outcome didn't really go as smooth
You, didn't see you going be as hooked, as a red fish
saw the bait and you got took (Took!)
And the competitors are shook
Wishing they can walk in my foot
Loo-look
[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
He telling her that I sing too much
She told me I don't sing enough
Seems your lady can't get enough
Of my music and that's because
I'm the baddest, the baddest
Always keep it trill
If you don't love me, why are you still here?
Say that she loves me, better, when I'm, chopped and slowed
Chopped and slowed, chopped and slowed, chopped and slowed, yeah..
I got to get you something
I don't have a lot, you know
But, I know I'm gonna be able to get you like a half a karat grain, and I'm just--
You know, it's, it's not a lot
You know, I know what you got
It definitely shows, where I'm coming from and where my heart is..
[Sigh] And I'm so excited, I'm so fucking excited
I, called my mom and she wants to meet you and she wants to know your real name!
It's like, WOW, slow down!
I don't know his real name but--
[Chamillionaire]
Two Mixtape Messiahs CDs later
Still telling your friends how Chamill' is so player
Treat your own man like Chamillionaire's greater
You ain't never home and you told him, "Don't wait up"
Wait up, now he turning to a hater?
All on my dot com, tell him get up off my data
While I'm on the grind and I'm trying to lift the state up
Shorty, I'mma holla at you later
Huh, Chamillionator (Whoo!)
[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
He telling her that I sing too much
She told me I don't sing enough
Seems your lady can't get enough
Of my music and that's because
I'm the baddest, the baddest
Always keep it trill
If you don't love me, why are you still here?
Say that she loves me, better, when I'm, chopped and slowed
Chopped and slowed, chopped and slowed, chopped and slowed, yeah..
[Chamillionaire (During Chorus)]
First of all, if you think I sing too much
Then all you gotta do is turn it off
Plenty of other rappers you could listen to
Don't let 'em hate
Know what I'm saying?
It's okay to feel the Chamilli
You know what I'm talking about?
It's okay to feel the Mixtape Messiah series
Don't be bamboozled, hoodwinked, led astray
Haha, ?
Y'all know what it is...
Huh, Chamillitary mayne!
Answering Machine Skit lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Girl:]
I saw you in that one video and was like
God, you knowwwww, you look so good
That was for one of the same ones
you know you've always wanted on TV but
You understand how excited I am, umm
Just so I remember, y'know
It it has a girl on the answering machine but
I think this is still you
I think that sometimes you don't like me the way I like you!
Just wanna KILL MYSELF or kill somebody, but
Then I don't because I think that if I die, y'know
you're still dead, then how are we gonna be together?
I just have to wait until you DIE then there's that working against us
So, I don't know, I don't want to kill anyone but
that's just how strong my love is for you
That I would kill you and then myself on some total
Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet type stuff
Just, so that I can prove to you, prove to the world, prove to my mom
Y'know even prove to my, psychiatrist
that y'know this is, this is deep, this is it right here
[call ends]
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I saw you in that one video and was like
God, you knowwwww, you look so good
That was for one of the same ones
you know you've always wanted on TV but
You understand how excited I am, umm
Just so I remember, y'know
It it has a girl on the answering machine but
I think this is still you
I think that sometimes you don't like me the way I like you!
Just wanna KILL MYSELF or kill somebody, but
Then I don't because I think that if I die, y'know
you're still dead, then how are we gonna be together?
I just have to wait until you DIE then there's that working against us
So, I don't know, I don't want to kill anyone but
that's just how strong my love is for you
That I would kill you and then myself on some total
Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet type stuff
Just, so that I can prove to you, prove to the world, prove to my mom
Y'know even prove to my, psychiatrist
that y'know this is, this is deep, this is it right here
[call ends]
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To return this call, press 8
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Ready For Whatever lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
You better know when I'm up in the club
That I'm ready for whatever, I'm a G so wassup
Just because you see me actin' shining doin' my thing
Don't think a playa won't switch'n
get to throwin them things (get to throw them hands)
[Hook: repeat 2X]
I'm ready for whatever (yeah!)
I'm ready for whatever (yeah!)
I'm ready for whatever
Come on, get up on my level
[Verse 1]
Who am I
I'm Fat Rat (Fat Rat)
With the cheese (with the cheese)
I'm the one (I'm the one)
Hater please (hater please)
In fact bow (in fact bow)
On ya knees (on ya knees)
I been gettin' money since '93
Triple O.G.
I don't gotta talk to you boys
Make a whole fo' I come through and walk through you boys (for real)
I'll put a spark to you boys
This ol' dog bite, I won't bark at 'chou boys
I look good I feel good (yeah!)
I talk like Barack but I'm real hood (whoa!)
I check a hater any playa that's Trill would
If the hands a shank, don't worry then the steel should
[Hook: repeat 2X]
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Chamillionaire]
A lot of boughe women (yeah)
Yeah I'm usually chillin' (yeah)
Move around, no time for mail groupie-ism (move)
My money to the ceiling (ceilling)
But act like you a villian
I bet the arm and hammer gonna do his duty with him
Banana vision
Haters thinkin' the camera's slippin' (nah)
Gorilla pitman, peel you with that banana clippin'
Huh, I make a jacker turn to noodle soup
Send a message through the hoops
Spin you like a holla-hoop
(I know some boys really mad and can't stand
how a playa keep my money stacks in big rubberbands (up in big rubberbands)
But I'm a keep on getting my grands
you don't like it you know I'm a let you know it in advance
then we keep throwin hands)
[Hook]
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
A hater there, a hater there
I should buy me fuckin' shirt and call it Hater Wear
But ask me do a playa care
Why would I when a gal whisperin' a playa ear?
And she talkin' bout doin' sumthin'
She like you, you always talkin' about doin' sumthin'
The only difference is she for real, you -- you bumpin'
Imma really take her to the room and ruin' sumthin'
You won't get me stressed
We will tear this club up and make a mothafuckin' mess (yeah!)
I'm one-hundred none less
Now go about ya bizness lil daddy, God bless
[Hook]
[Chorus]
You better know when I'm up in the club
That I'm ready for whatever, I'm a G so wassup
Just because you see me actin' shining doin' my thing
Don't think a playa won't switch'n
get to throwin them things (get to throw them hands)
[Hook: repeat 2X]
I'm ready for whatever (yeah!)
I'm ready for whatever (yeah!)
I'm ready for whatever
Come on, get up on my level
[Verse 1]
Who am I
I'm Fat Rat (Fat Rat)
With the cheese (with the cheese)
I'm the one (I'm the one)
Hater please (hater please)
In fact bow (in fact bow)
On ya knees (on ya knees)
I been gettin' money since '93
Triple O.G.
I don't gotta talk to you boys
Make a whole fo' I come through and walk through you boys (for real)
I'll put a spark to you boys
This ol' dog bite, I won't bark at 'chou boys
I look good I feel good (yeah!)
I talk like Barack but I'm real hood (whoa!)
I check a hater any playa that's Trill would
If the hands a shank, don't worry then the steel should
[Hook: repeat 2X]
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Chamillionaire]
A lot of boughe women (yeah)
Yeah I'm usually chillin' (yeah)
Move around, no time for mail groupie-ism (move)
My money to the ceiling (ceilling)
But act like you a villian
I bet the arm and hammer gonna do his duty with him
Banana vision
Haters thinkin' the camera's slippin' (nah)
Gorilla pitman, peel you with that banana clippin'
Huh, I make a jacker turn to noodle soup
Send a message through the hoops
Spin you like a holla-hoop
(I know some boys really mad and can't stand
how a playa keep my money stacks in big rubberbands (up in big rubberbands)
But I'm a keep on getting my grands
you don't like it you know I'm a let you know it in advance
then we keep throwin hands)
[Hook]
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
A hater there, a hater there
I should buy me fuckin' shirt and call it Hater Wear
But ask me do a playa care
Why would I when a gal whisperin' a playa ear?
And she talkin' bout doin' sumthin'
She like you, you always talkin' about doin' sumthin'
The only difference is she for real, you -- you bumpin'
Imma really take her to the room and ruin' sumthin'
You won't get me stressed
We will tear this club up and make a mothafuckin' mess (yeah!)
I'm one-hundred none less
Now go about ya bizness lil daddy, God bless
[Hook]
[Chorus]
Do Your Thing lyrics - Chamillionaire (feat. Magno)
[Hook: Magno]
You gotta wide body whip (whip)
Big mother ship (ship)
Trunk on lift with them golds in your lip
They rushing to the stage but you don't even trip
Cause you know they wanna hear you drop a gift
Let it rip!
Do your thang, mayn (do your thang, mayn)
Do your thang, mayn (do your thang, mayn)
Ah do your thang, mayn (do your thang, mayn)
Do your thang
Ladies represent!
Do your thang, girl (do your thang, girl)
Do your thang, girl (do your thang, girl)
Ah do your thang, girl (ah, do your thang, girl)
Do your thang
It's Magno, ya heard!
You can catch me on stage, braids with the shades
Stage like Beeman so I'm bout to get paid
I do it for the city, I do it for the state
And with forty-five interceural belt weighs eight
To the Nouf (Nouf), tracheal spouse
Wood wheel touf, left hand like Eddie Hoff
I kick it with a chick, honey gotta pass mouf
Hit the switch down quick, bunny hop pass douf
That's where I used to do, now-a-days I'm used to loo
Travel in a brustaloop, swang it like a hula-hoop
Tacoma with the deep-tents, aroma be the weed scent
Tear my hoes apart by persona in they neat prints
Everyday's spark flamer, old school dunk flamer
Flat upperdunk banger, part-time trunk trainer
I'm the ish I demand diaper
Coming down sand piper in a tan Viper
Either that or a wide body whip (whip)
Big mothership (ship)
Trunk on lift with them golds in your lip
They rushing to the stage but you don't even trip
Cause you know they wanna hear you drop a gift
Let it rip!
Do your thang, mayn (do your thang, mayn)
Do your thang, mayn (do your thang, mayn)
Ah do your thang, mayn (do your thang, mayn)
Do your thang
Ladies represent!
Do your thang, girl (do your thang, girl)
Do your thang, girl (do your thang, girl)
Ah do your thang, girl (ah, do your thang, girl)
Do your thang
[Chamillionaire:]
Ay, put'cha in detention and don't ask for permission
Groupies hopping in and try'na ask what we flippin'
Open up the door I call it suicide mission
Got no door handles, they some track no edition
On my iPod, important on my data
My answers still no but she hoping I'm a date her
Yella as a Laker, I'm more than just a playa
Got dimes in the H, a couple courters in Decatur
Man I should of known that Mike Jordan was a hater
The dude on TV a real perfect imitator
Thinking I'm a save her, I ex-ported traitor
If the chick the air-head, I ain't trippin' I deflate her
Plus she black, white and run game like the Raiders
She can ask the doe but can't never say I paid her
I ain't chilling in the office I'm a holla at'cha later
I'm a be on D-block like them boys that be with Jada
[Hook: Magno]
You gotta wide body whip (whip)
Big mothership (ship)
Trunk on lift with them golds in your lip
They rushing to the stage but you don't even trip
Cause you know they wanna hear you drop a gift
Let it rip!
You gotta wide body whip (whip)
Big mother ship (ship)
Trunk on lift with them golds in your lip
They rushing to the stage but you don't even trip
Cause you know they wanna hear you drop a gift
Let it rip!
Do your thang, mayn (do your thang, mayn)
Do your thang, mayn (do your thang, mayn)
Ah do your thang, mayn (do your thang, mayn)
Do your thang
Ladies represent!
Do your thang, girl (do your thang, girl)
Do your thang, girl (do your thang, girl)
Ah do your thang, girl (ah, do your thang, girl)
Do your thang
It's Magno, ya heard!
You can catch me on stage, braids with the shades
Stage like Beeman so I'm bout to get paid
I do it for the city, I do it for the state
And with forty-five interceural belt weighs eight
To the Nouf (Nouf), tracheal spouse
Wood wheel touf, left hand like Eddie Hoff
I kick it with a chick, honey gotta pass mouf
Hit the switch down quick, bunny hop pass douf
That's where I used to do, now-a-days I'm used to loo
Travel in a brustaloop, swang it like a hula-hoop
Tacoma with the deep-tents, aroma be the weed scent
Tear my hoes apart by persona in they neat prints
Everyday's spark flamer, old school dunk flamer
Flat upperdunk banger, part-time trunk trainer
I'm the ish I demand diaper
Coming down sand piper in a tan Viper
Either that or a wide body whip (whip)
Big mothership (ship)
Trunk on lift with them golds in your lip
They rushing to the stage but you don't even trip
Cause you know they wanna hear you drop a gift
Let it rip!
Do your thang, mayn (do your thang, mayn)
Do your thang, mayn (do your thang, mayn)
Ah do your thang, mayn (do your thang, mayn)
Do your thang
Ladies represent!
Do your thang, girl (do your thang, girl)
Do your thang, girl (do your thang, girl)
Ah do your thang, girl (ah, do your thang, girl)
Do your thang
[Chamillionaire:]
Ay, put'cha in detention and don't ask for permission
Groupies hopping in and try'na ask what we flippin'
Open up the door I call it suicide mission
Got no door handles, they some track no edition
On my iPod, important on my data
My answers still no but she hoping I'm a date her
Yella as a Laker, I'm more than just a playa
Got dimes in the H, a couple courters in Decatur
Man I should of known that Mike Jordan was a hater
The dude on TV a real perfect imitator
Thinking I'm a save her, I ex-ported traitor
If the chick the air-head, I ain't trippin' I deflate her
Plus she black, white and run game like the Raiders
She can ask the doe but can't never say I paid her
I ain't chilling in the office I'm a holla at'cha later
I'm a be on D-block like them boys that be with Jada
[Hook: Magno]
You gotta wide body whip (whip)
Big mothership (ship)
Trunk on lift with them golds in your lip
They rushing to the stage but you don't even trip
Cause you know they wanna hear you drop a gift
Let it rip!
Texas Fo' Life lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Talking: Chamillionaire]
Chamillitary Mayne
Ha Ha
Nomtombout?
It said it what'chu want it
I got'chu
Yeah
Uh, uh, Chamillitary Mayne
H-Town in da house
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Let's get it
It's Koopa
See uh, Mixtape Messiah 5 is what it is
Mixtape Messiah 6 on the way, Chamillionaire dot com is the website
8-3-2-5-1-4-4-7-3-0 holla at me
What up Brandy, what up G-man
Yeah!
See the plan is to get to the grands, and you know that's what I do best man so I'm back at it
You already know Chamillinator, Major Pain, the Mixtape Messiah, King Koopa, Let's get it!
[Talking over hook:]
It's Texas Fo' Life (WOO!)
Woooooooooo (Chamillitary Mayne) I'm coming down on them swangers, it's Texas Fo' Life [x4]
I'm coming, I'm coming down
R.I.P. to Pimp C
Hawk, Moe, nomtombout?
DJ Screw, Fat Pat, all the fallen soliders everybody we love, nomtombout?
This is what I do I'm on my grind, baby
Let's go!
[Verse 1:]
Pimp C done knocked down the dows, Bun B is still on the road
Paul Wall got diamonds exposed, Lil Keke still signing thow
Got no problems with Jones, that Cutty Buddy the song
Did a song with Lil O just did a song with Z-ro
Also did one with Flip and with Trae you already know
Pokey crawling on fo's and that Thugga still wrecking shows
Kill em like Kyleon, grinding like Cory Mo
Shoutout to all the Hoggs them faces still on the throne
Haters leave us alone cause Willie will break your bones
Bushwick brought the patrone and Devin still getting blown
A.B.N. in the zone, Famous rep San and Ton
E.S.G. wrecking flows and that Yatti goin wreck some mo'
R.L.T. in trouble no, can't no one mess with they flow
Letoya Luckett will show stay sexy from head to toe
Cleashe keep a sexy froth, them ladies goin rep fasho
Yeah Red is goin get that bread, and big Watts is goin make it slow
That Rodney goin get the doe, that clover goin get some mo'
Goin step in Harlem and scores and make it rain, make it snow
Grit Boys is goin rep fasho, and Wine-O a hustlin' pro
Rob G, rep Latino like that lucky in that Chingo
I'm legend like that Big Mike, I'm legend like K-rino
I'm supersizing my stones I'm doin like Magno
And leaving that Mike in smoke, G.T. is goin leave it broke
They wonder how Wonderous that we making our trunks glow
As Checkers goin have that chrome, and Lil Jay getting grown
Billy cooked that boy Hommy and Papa Ru in the zone
Car show is what they want and I am finna perform
Texas is in our bones these other rappers is clones
Southern playas let's get in my H-town lac
Got me crawling slow like my fo's on flat
Ridin' through the city with my trunk on crack
While I'm jamming that Mad Hatta and that boy J-Mack
[Hook:]
It's Texas Fo' Life (I'm on it, I'm on it)
Wooooooooooo (I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on my grind)
It's Texas Fo' Life (I'm on it, I'm on it)
Wooooooooooo (Swishahouse, I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on my grind)
It's Texas Fo' Life (I'm on it, I'm on it)
Wooooooooooo (International Ree, I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on my grind)
It's Texas Fo' Life (I'm on it, I'm on it)
Wooooooooooo (Wicked Cricket and that mean green, cheyeah)
It's Texas Fo' Life
[Verse 2:]
See me coming down, playa made fasho
I feel like singing like that boy Big Moe
Southside playas, Noufside north
When I come through I got to let my trunk glow
Rolling in my Benzo, rolling up my window
You can't see through it cause I got a lot of tent, bro
Shoutout to that Rob G, shoutout to that Jimbo
Promise this a freestyle but I'm a stay on tempo
Shoutout to Natay mayn, this is not a rental
I be in the forum ass joke to smoke a zimno
I be in that Papa dow, french is where my kinfolk
Shoutout to that storm she be smilin' with some dimples
Hit the Forbers, grinding like I went broke
Hit the Forbes again but I'm grinding like I went broke
Man, man let me holla at the yungsta
Let me holla at Ali, Rap-A-Lot I got the bump the
S.P.M. classics got the lady on my bumper
If ya got money for me then I gotta hunt'cha
Shoutout to Kamikaze cause we some Nigerians
Shoutout to Lisa Rogers and the big-a-de big-a-de Buddha man
Man, I'm as playa as it gets
Shoutout to the Lyric cause she be stacking chips
Shoutout to Indie Mix cause they goin take the flicks
If I didn't say ya name my bad it could'nt fit
I'm a be in the fleet, floating like the sea
Shoutout to the lump and to Walter D
New album coming what'cha get is what'cha see
If you ain't try'na buy it then don't even talk to me!
It's Texas Fo' Life
Chamillitary Mayne
Ha Ha
Nomtombout?
It said it what'chu want it
I got'chu
Yeah
Uh, uh, Chamillitary Mayne
H-Town in da house
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Let's get it
It's Koopa
See uh, Mixtape Messiah 5 is what it is
Mixtape Messiah 6 on the way, Chamillionaire dot com is the website
8-3-2-5-1-4-4-7-3-0 holla at me
What up Brandy, what up G-man
Yeah!
See the plan is to get to the grands, and you know that's what I do best man so I'm back at it
You already know Chamillinator, Major Pain, the Mixtape Messiah, King Koopa, Let's get it!
[Talking over hook:]
It's Texas Fo' Life (WOO!)
Woooooooooo (Chamillitary Mayne) I'm coming down on them swangers, it's Texas Fo' Life [x4]
I'm coming, I'm coming down
R.I.P. to Pimp C
Hawk, Moe, nomtombout?
DJ Screw, Fat Pat, all the fallen soliders everybody we love, nomtombout?
This is what I do I'm on my grind, baby
Let's go!
[Verse 1:]
Pimp C done knocked down the dows, Bun B is still on the road
Paul Wall got diamonds exposed, Lil Keke still signing thow
Got no problems with Jones, that Cutty Buddy the song
Did a song with Lil O just did a song with Z-ro
Also did one with Flip and with Trae you already know
Pokey crawling on fo's and that Thugga still wrecking shows
Kill em like Kyleon, grinding like Cory Mo
Shoutout to all the Hoggs them faces still on the throne
Haters leave us alone cause Willie will break your bones
Bushwick brought the patrone and Devin still getting blown
A.B.N. in the zone, Famous rep San and Ton
E.S.G. wrecking flows and that Yatti goin wreck some mo'
R.L.T. in trouble no, can't no one mess with they flow
Letoya Luckett will show stay sexy from head to toe
Cleashe keep a sexy froth, them ladies goin rep fasho
Yeah Red is goin get that bread, and big Watts is goin make it slow
That Rodney goin get the doe, that clover goin get some mo'
Goin step in Harlem and scores and make it rain, make it snow
Grit Boys is goin rep fasho, and Wine-O a hustlin' pro
Rob G, rep Latino like that lucky in that Chingo
I'm legend like that Big Mike, I'm legend like K-rino
I'm supersizing my stones I'm doin like Magno
And leaving that Mike in smoke, G.T. is goin leave it broke
They wonder how Wonderous that we making our trunks glow
As Checkers goin have that chrome, and Lil Jay getting grown
Billy cooked that boy Hommy and Papa Ru in the zone
Car show is what they want and I am finna perform
Texas is in our bones these other rappers is clones
Southern playas let's get in my H-town lac
Got me crawling slow like my fo's on flat
Ridin' through the city with my trunk on crack
While I'm jamming that Mad Hatta and that boy J-Mack
[Hook:]
It's Texas Fo' Life (I'm on it, I'm on it)
Wooooooooooo (I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on my grind)
It's Texas Fo' Life (I'm on it, I'm on it)
Wooooooooooo (Swishahouse, I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on my grind)
It's Texas Fo' Life (I'm on it, I'm on it)
Wooooooooooo (International Ree, I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on my grind)
It's Texas Fo' Life (I'm on it, I'm on it)
Wooooooooooo (Wicked Cricket and that mean green, cheyeah)
It's Texas Fo' Life
[Verse 2:]
See me coming down, playa made fasho
I feel like singing like that boy Big Moe
Southside playas, Noufside north
When I come through I got to let my trunk glow
Rolling in my Benzo, rolling up my window
You can't see through it cause I got a lot of tent, bro
Shoutout to that Rob G, shoutout to that Jimbo
Promise this a freestyle but I'm a stay on tempo
Shoutout to Natay mayn, this is not a rental
I be in the forum ass joke to smoke a zimno
I be in that Papa dow, french is where my kinfolk
Shoutout to that storm she be smilin' with some dimples
Hit the Forbers, grinding like I went broke
Hit the Forbes again but I'm grinding like I went broke
Man, man let me holla at the yungsta
Let me holla at Ali, Rap-A-Lot I got the bump the
S.P.M. classics got the lady on my bumper
If ya got money for me then I gotta hunt'cha
Shoutout to Kamikaze cause we some Nigerians
Shoutout to Lisa Rogers and the big-a-de big-a-de Buddha man
Man, I'm as playa as it gets
Shoutout to the Lyric cause she be stacking chips
Shoutout to Indie Mix cause they goin take the flicks
If I didn't say ya name my bad it could'nt fit
I'm a be in the fleet, floating like the sea
Shoutout to the lump and to Walter D
New album coming what'cha get is what'cha see
If you ain't try'na buy it then don't even talk to me!
It's Texas Fo' Life
mixtape: "Mixtape Messiah 4" (2008)
- The Horror Flick Intro
- Go Hard
- Fire Drill
- Roll Call Reloaded
- The Real Thang
- All Around The World
- Do It For H Town
- Internet Nerds Revenge
- Fire
- Hero
- My Dream
- Not Your Baby
- Answer Machine 3
- The Greatest
- On The Grind Homie
- My Life
- Middle Finger Up
- What The Business Is
- Who Hotter Than Me
- Lovin What You See
- Caddilac & Benz
- Put On For Houston
- She's Watchin' Me (Skit)
- I'd Rather Get Bread
- Fire Drill Skill
- Top Down Money Up
- Block On Smash
- Never
- Diamonds Exposed Break
- 2 Real
- 2 MPH
The Horror Flick Intro lyrics - Chamillionaire
You ever seen a walking unsolved mystery
Mysterious mind is why people can't figure me
Ow ouch oops!
This lil' pistol keeps sticking me
In the side and I
Really got tired of beef quickly
So why they keep picking me
Out to be the bad guy
But it really don't matter nowadays
Don't even ask why
You're Jamie Foxx I'm Tom Cruise and in this cab ride
Elimnatin' every perpe-hater that I pass by
'cept the only difference is all who go against Cham die
A slow rap death and the album is comin' stand by
Jason Chucky Freddy couldn't kill it its hard so eh! try
And then if I'm not the king of the mixtapes then you is a Cham lie
Take a look into the sky you can see its goin down tonight
(its goin' down tonight)
Just take one look by ya side you can really see who's down to ride
(you see who's down to ride)
Take a look into the sky you can see its goin down tonight
(its goin' down tonight)
If you scared then go inside
(if you scared then go inside)
If you scared then go inside and take cover cause its time to hide
I know you thought that I
Was gonna fall out the game
But you gotta give props to me cause I did what the hatas kept sayin' I cant
And I'm all about money
Could live without the fame
But now the ladies getting HOT for me and everytime they see me they keep
Sayin' that name (Chamillitary Mayne)
Rewind it rewind it
Forget mine mayne just keep minding your business cause you lying
You blind and simple minded
And my timing was perfect timing
I'm grinding and I'm shining like my diamonds was perfect diamonds
Went my whole underground career without recycling mine
And my past will never be the future not recycling time
I got patnas that'll go gorilla but not the type on them vines
They repeated offenders that like to recycle they crimes
This is more than a horror flick
Go get ya boy to record it quick
Cant ignore that ya boy can spit
My weapon on and its gonna CLICK!
Clack
POW!
Who wanna hate on Chamilli now
Got revenge if you ask me how
Made it out the dirt ya'll throw it now
The king is back
Aint a rapper that's high as them
Higher than air or as fly as Cham
I guess I'll be the pilot then
Move out the way cause I'm flyin' in
Let me talk to the streets baby how you been
Grind to the end gotta grind to win
Tryin' to stop that eh! try again
I'll dig a hata up make him die again
And you know that
[spoken word]
You think the mixtape king worried cause he aint been on the screen
When I'm pulling up in foreign vehicles the maker of the foreign vehicle
himself hasn't seen
I'm the rapper that don't know the meaning of fear
That'll whisper that get up in ya ear like cheaaaaaaaaa
Mixtape messiah 4 I'm back to get my cash
I just got 100 Gs for a show in Finland
You do the math
And my team getting money too no need to wonder folks
The kid stay with a fresh pair of Stevie Wonder locs
Discussing if I'm selling or if I'm street or who got better beats
Man stop drooling over my plate while I take this fork and I eat
Man I'm way oVerseas internationally getting pounds euros and rupees
And you back home crying like you one of my groupies
I don't really know what you critics want from me
For me to gracefully bow out and hand you the keys to my company
Don't argue with a hata about whether I'm dope let em think what they think
We gon' snatch the game out from under these lames as soon as they blink
Boys must've got me confused because of a commercial single
Try to act like you aint see me come for revenge
Ha ha I seen you
So as we get on to the proceedings this evening
Realized that revenge is something I've already achieved man
The highly anticipated mixtape messiah whew!
I aint gonna tell you how much it sell but if I do
Whatever I say is true
So you gon kick it with me for a few and we gon let it do what it do
Sincerely yours
Chamillitary boy
Mysterious mind is why people can't figure me
Ow ouch oops!
This lil' pistol keeps sticking me
In the side and I
Really got tired of beef quickly
So why they keep picking me
Out to be the bad guy
But it really don't matter nowadays
Don't even ask why
You're Jamie Foxx I'm Tom Cruise and in this cab ride
Elimnatin' every perpe-hater that I pass by
'cept the only difference is all who go against Cham die
A slow rap death and the album is comin' stand by
Jason Chucky Freddy couldn't kill it its hard so eh! try
And then if I'm not the king of the mixtapes then you is a Cham lie
Take a look into the sky you can see its goin down tonight
(its goin' down tonight)
Just take one look by ya side you can really see who's down to ride
(you see who's down to ride)
Take a look into the sky you can see its goin down tonight
(its goin' down tonight)
If you scared then go inside
(if you scared then go inside)
If you scared then go inside and take cover cause its time to hide
I know you thought that I
Was gonna fall out the game
But you gotta give props to me cause I did what the hatas kept sayin' I cant
And I'm all about money
Could live without the fame
But now the ladies getting HOT for me and everytime they see me they keep
Sayin' that name (Chamillitary Mayne)
Rewind it rewind it
Forget mine mayne just keep minding your business cause you lying
You blind and simple minded
And my timing was perfect timing
I'm grinding and I'm shining like my diamonds was perfect diamonds
Went my whole underground career without recycling mine
And my past will never be the future not recycling time
I got patnas that'll go gorilla but not the type on them vines
They repeated offenders that like to recycle they crimes
This is more than a horror flick
Go get ya boy to record it quick
Cant ignore that ya boy can spit
My weapon on and its gonna CLICK!
Clack
POW!
Who wanna hate on Chamilli now
Got revenge if you ask me how
Made it out the dirt ya'll throw it now
The king is back
Aint a rapper that's high as them
Higher than air or as fly as Cham
I guess I'll be the pilot then
Move out the way cause I'm flyin' in
Let me talk to the streets baby how you been
Grind to the end gotta grind to win
Tryin' to stop that eh! try again
I'll dig a hata up make him die again
And you know that
[spoken word]
You think the mixtape king worried cause he aint been on the screen
When I'm pulling up in foreign vehicles the maker of the foreign vehicle
himself hasn't seen
I'm the rapper that don't know the meaning of fear
That'll whisper that get up in ya ear like cheaaaaaaaaa
Mixtape messiah 4 I'm back to get my cash
I just got 100 Gs for a show in Finland
You do the math
And my team getting money too no need to wonder folks
The kid stay with a fresh pair of Stevie Wonder locs
Discussing if I'm selling or if I'm street or who got better beats
Man stop drooling over my plate while I take this fork and I eat
Man I'm way oVerseas internationally getting pounds euros and rupees
And you back home crying like you one of my groupies
I don't really know what you critics want from me
For me to gracefully bow out and hand you the keys to my company
Don't argue with a hata about whether I'm dope let em think what they think
We gon' snatch the game out from under these lames as soon as they blink
Boys must've got me confused because of a commercial single
Try to act like you aint see me come for revenge
Ha ha I seen you
So as we get on to the proceedings this evening
Realized that revenge is something I've already achieved man
The highly anticipated mixtape messiah whew!
I aint gonna tell you how much it sell but if I do
Whatever I say is true
So you gon kick it with me for a few and we gon let it do what it do
Sincerely yours
Chamillitary boy
Go Hard lyrics - Chamillionaire
"Chamillitary Mayne"
[Chamillionaire]
You in the presence of the finest
My rims twenty-somethin, age twenty-somethin
Try to count the millions I done made... twenty-somethin?
No homo
I go hard! Its goin down, get ready for the show
I go hard! Mixtape God stepping through the do'
I go hard! Ain't another rapper f-in' with the flow
I go hard! Y'all need to stop actin like you slow
I go... Y'all need to stop actin like you slow
I go hard! Y'all need to stop actin like you slow
I go hard! Y'all need to stop actin like you slow
I go hard! "Y'all need to stop actin like you slow"
I go hard!
Ay, I'll go at anyone of you dudes that used to hang with the click
Who runnin round makin the threats about how gangster you get
You put your neck on the line, the YOU takin a slip
Do like a chick that won't let me hit and try to stay off my dick
Or I'ma prove that you don't want it with Mufasa, you got the
Warnin it's about to get ugly as Chewbacca
Bout to make me hot as stew pasta, too salsa
Holla in Espanol, cucaracha, tu caca
You see me sittin in it, you can bet that it ain't rented
See the fo'-five infinite Caucasian white tinted
Eyes lookin squinted, they can't tell me that it didn't
Pop eyes, like the ball, white got it like spinach
Chamillitary Mayne, we in the house like tenants
Oh dog, I'm a menace, oh Lord, I'm a dentist
Y'all sound like gimmicks, y'all sound quite finished
And all y'all hang around a bunch of clowns like Grimace
Meanwhile on the other side of town
Plate full of bullets and another side of rounds
I'm too deep, make a pot of a lotta nouns
Spit a verse and every person that you love about to drown
I'm a shark in a bloody game of Marco Polo
Dart flyin through the air to mark your polo
Haters try to tell me they don't heart my logo
Others love it so they hug it with their heart, no homo
You a bozo and I am no clown, I am the town
When I step into public, you know it's goin down
When I step back in the city you already know, it's goin down
That I be overseas gettin them G's fall out please, you know it's goin down
Lil Wayne's song describe my smallest bank account silly
A millie millie, a millie, a millie millie millie
I'm movin in it like Diddy, your city's my city
They try to throw me the kitty, the kitty's like "gimme"
Didn't drop for a minute, bootleggers told me they need me
Looks like the whole region is ready to BCD me
Clowns in the H tryna act like they wanna see me
I'm poppin up like a genie, they disappear like Houdini
You busters must have snorted that Whitney, I am sick G
Peeew, hot, heat seeking missiles be tryna sick me
Wish he, would try to throw it my way and piss me
Off, here's a thought, I make your history a mystery
[Sound of Twilight Zone theme] ...Twilight zone
I'm worth two thousand more than me with my ice on
I'm a butcher with a weapon baby, I knife songs
Mo' murder murder, mo' murder, like I like Bone
The only way that you could ever be hotter than me
Is if I don't put out no music and that spot'll be free
Always grindin, any time I ever spotted a G
I was on point like a decimal, a dot or a P-
E-R-I-O-D, no paper out of my reach
Shakin Uncle Sam, I keep a lotta receipts
And nah Cham ain't never the one to bring no sand to the beach
I put the moula in my hand and bring grands to the street, yah
Pullin up in the newest ish, you ain't never knew exist
Baby get inside, darling you can smell the newishness
You can see the platinum, see the clearness and the bluishness
Lookin at my jewellery tryna figure out who my jeweller is
Underground money never disappears
When your mixtape, flow and skill is sick as his
Know its big business, I be on them businesses
You all be actin immature so now I roll with bigger kids
Ridin on 28's, my rims clear a lotta cones
Ridin through the city mayne I hear a lotta clones
Kill a microphone like I'm Killa Kyleon
Bout to change my rap name, (to what?) Killa Clinaclone
I promised that the mic gon' need a mic toe tag
Its still clear, I'm still here and that's despite you're a fag
I left the underground alone and nobody came and took it
Well guess who's back to take it like good lookin
Uh, look in the garage, your cars ain't sick as ours
I done had the doors ajared on plenty cars
I was gettin large while y'all was chillin hard
So the rappers praise the God, (my lord) like synagogue
Just when they thought it was haters win, I'ma hurt 'em all
Just when they thought it was traitors win, I'ma curve the ball
I'm always right but I act like I never heard of wrong
And I know it all like I'm able to give a nerd a call
Clark Kent but I'm sure I can make the shirt come off
Mixtape Messiah 4, its like I'm (click) cocking a burner y'all
"Get ya burners, get ya burners, here we come again"
You know who the streets waiting to see... me
"Get ya burners, get ya burners, here we come again"
Mixtape Messiah part fo', let's go
I try to chase the green face like The Wizard of Oz
Took the yellow brick road, two acquisitive cars
Don't wanna hear nothing real? You should be skipping my parts
My swagger get any higher, I'll be sitting on Mars
I don't post on blogs or chat about what singers gay
I don't switch green names and change up everything I say
I don't let SoundScan allow a lame the right of way
You could sell ten-million and still be not who I'ma play
Car pearly, white as teeth, I guess that you could say I'm flossin
See me and think of green, like Saint Patrick's Day or Boston
I lead and they follow, these rappers guilty of stalkin
The underground was dead but I'm about to leave the coffin
[Chamillionaire]
You in the presence of the finest
My rims twenty-somethin, age twenty-somethin
Try to count the millions I done made... twenty-somethin?
No homo
I go hard! Its goin down, get ready for the show
I go hard! Mixtape God stepping through the do'
I go hard! Ain't another rapper f-in' with the flow
I go hard! Y'all need to stop actin like you slow
I go... Y'all need to stop actin like you slow
I go hard! Y'all need to stop actin like you slow
I go hard! Y'all need to stop actin like you slow
I go hard! "Y'all need to stop actin like you slow"
I go hard!
Ay, I'll go at anyone of you dudes that used to hang with the click
Who runnin round makin the threats about how gangster you get
You put your neck on the line, the YOU takin a slip
Do like a chick that won't let me hit and try to stay off my dick
Or I'ma prove that you don't want it with Mufasa, you got the
Warnin it's about to get ugly as Chewbacca
Bout to make me hot as stew pasta, too salsa
Holla in Espanol, cucaracha, tu caca
You see me sittin in it, you can bet that it ain't rented
See the fo'-five infinite Caucasian white tinted
Eyes lookin squinted, they can't tell me that it didn't
Pop eyes, like the ball, white got it like spinach
Chamillitary Mayne, we in the house like tenants
Oh dog, I'm a menace, oh Lord, I'm a dentist
Y'all sound like gimmicks, y'all sound quite finished
And all y'all hang around a bunch of clowns like Grimace
Meanwhile on the other side of town
Plate full of bullets and another side of rounds
I'm too deep, make a pot of a lotta nouns
Spit a verse and every person that you love about to drown
I'm a shark in a bloody game of Marco Polo
Dart flyin through the air to mark your polo
Haters try to tell me they don't heart my logo
Others love it so they hug it with their heart, no homo
You a bozo and I am no clown, I am the town
When I step into public, you know it's goin down
When I step back in the city you already know, it's goin down
That I be overseas gettin them G's fall out please, you know it's goin down
Lil Wayne's song describe my smallest bank account silly
A millie millie, a millie, a millie millie millie
I'm movin in it like Diddy, your city's my city
They try to throw me the kitty, the kitty's like "gimme"
Didn't drop for a minute, bootleggers told me they need me
Looks like the whole region is ready to BCD me
Clowns in the H tryna act like they wanna see me
I'm poppin up like a genie, they disappear like Houdini
You busters must have snorted that Whitney, I am sick G
Peeew, hot, heat seeking missiles be tryna sick me
Wish he, would try to throw it my way and piss me
Off, here's a thought, I make your history a mystery
[Sound of Twilight Zone theme] ...Twilight zone
I'm worth two thousand more than me with my ice on
I'm a butcher with a weapon baby, I knife songs
Mo' murder murder, mo' murder, like I like Bone
The only way that you could ever be hotter than me
Is if I don't put out no music and that spot'll be free
Always grindin, any time I ever spotted a G
I was on point like a decimal, a dot or a P-
E-R-I-O-D, no paper out of my reach
Shakin Uncle Sam, I keep a lotta receipts
And nah Cham ain't never the one to bring no sand to the beach
I put the moula in my hand and bring grands to the street, yah
Pullin up in the newest ish, you ain't never knew exist
Baby get inside, darling you can smell the newishness
You can see the platinum, see the clearness and the bluishness
Lookin at my jewellery tryna figure out who my jeweller is
Underground money never disappears
When your mixtape, flow and skill is sick as his
Know its big business, I be on them businesses
You all be actin immature so now I roll with bigger kids
Ridin on 28's, my rims clear a lotta cones
Ridin through the city mayne I hear a lotta clones
Kill a microphone like I'm Killa Kyleon
Bout to change my rap name, (to what?) Killa Clinaclone
I promised that the mic gon' need a mic toe tag
Its still clear, I'm still here and that's despite you're a fag
I left the underground alone and nobody came and took it
Well guess who's back to take it like good lookin
Uh, look in the garage, your cars ain't sick as ours
I done had the doors ajared on plenty cars
I was gettin large while y'all was chillin hard
So the rappers praise the God, (my lord) like synagogue
Just when they thought it was haters win, I'ma hurt 'em all
Just when they thought it was traitors win, I'ma curve the ball
I'm always right but I act like I never heard of wrong
And I know it all like I'm able to give a nerd a call
Clark Kent but I'm sure I can make the shirt come off
Mixtape Messiah 4, its like I'm (click) cocking a burner y'all
"Get ya burners, get ya burners, here we come again"
You know who the streets waiting to see... me
"Get ya burners, get ya burners, here we come again"
Mixtape Messiah part fo', let's go
I try to chase the green face like The Wizard of Oz
Took the yellow brick road, two acquisitive cars
Don't wanna hear nothing real? You should be skipping my parts
My swagger get any higher, I'll be sitting on Mars
I don't post on blogs or chat about what singers gay
I don't switch green names and change up everything I say
I don't let SoundScan allow a lame the right of way
You could sell ten-million and still be not who I'ma play
Car pearly, white as teeth, I guess that you could say I'm flossin
See me and think of green, like Saint Patrick's Day or Boston
I lead and they follow, these rappers guilty of stalkin
The underground was dead but I'm about to leave the coffin
Fire Drill lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Chamillionaire talking]
Chamillitary mayne (Fire Drill) Chamillitary mayne (Fire Drill)
you already know who it is Major(Fire Drill) Payne
cuz I stay bringing the majors pain, (Mo Fire)
hold up right now class is in session (Mo Fire)
so what we need to do is run a fire drill
real drill quick y'all know the routine, (Fire Drill)
stop drop now roll (Fire Drill) stop drop now roll
[Verse]
...Chamillitary boy I run this, Aye
They told me Koopa you da best and then I said I know
it's the Mixtape Messiah Show so here it go part 4
revenge is a dish that is best served cold
so I walked into the kitchen and made 'em turn off the stove (woo)
how the heck you askin me whether or not I'm the real
I been terrorising y'all before I ever gotta deal (real)
backyard a little bigger than a soccer field
I been on so many beaches I forgot how socks should feel (ha)
album coming put the king on ya gift list (yeah)
rip ya pink slip cuz I'm too sick to be dismissed (yeah)
F what you think I know I'm lyrically gifted
like a kid that opened up a rap booklet on Christmas
you win and den you lose and they just say that's life
till you pull out that Ferrari den they say (that's nice) Screwed
they say Chamillionaire fell off and I just said that's right
I was standing on my money and fell 15 flights
Chamillitary mayne (Fire Drill) Chamillitary mayne (Fire Drill)
you already know who it is Major(Fire Drill) Payne
cuz I stay bringing the majors pain, (Mo Fire)
hold up right now class is in session (Mo Fire)
so what we need to do is run a fire drill
real drill quick y'all know the routine, (Fire Drill)
stop drop now roll (Fire Drill) stop drop now roll
[Verse]
...Chamillitary boy I run this, Aye
They told me Koopa you da best and then I said I know
it's the Mixtape Messiah Show so here it go part 4
revenge is a dish that is best served cold
so I walked into the kitchen and made 'em turn off the stove (woo)
how the heck you askin me whether or not I'm the real
I been terrorising y'all before I ever gotta deal (real)
backyard a little bigger than a soccer field
I been on so many beaches I forgot how socks should feel (ha)
album coming put the king on ya gift list (yeah)
rip ya pink slip cuz I'm too sick to be dismissed (yeah)
F what you think I know I'm lyrically gifted
like a kid that opened up a rap booklet on Christmas
you win and den you lose and they just say that's life
till you pull out that Ferrari den they say (that's nice) Screwed
they say Chamillionaire fell off and I just said that's right
I was standing on my money and fell 15 flights
Roll Call Reloaded lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Chamillionaire]
Industry is saying that boy got skills
And the streets is saying that boy so real
Who that boy tracking that boy Chamill'?
Always give you somethin that boys gon' feel
"Try to give you somethin that you boys gon' feel" [X4]
[Chamillionaire imitating Young Jeezy]
Yeah!
Still in the streets, still sticking to the plan (plan)
All this ice on me, got a frosted out hand (hand)
White coloured Lam' lookin like a snowman (man)
Hundred karat chain, see the neck, they like "Damn"
Cheah, y'all know me
Eff the industry, I'm still the same old G
Serve to the streets till you lames O.D.
Mixtapes like crack, the next thang's on me
[Chamillionaire imitating Jim Jones]
Some of them be talking but snitch is what we call 'em (snitches)
I be gettin gwop way from Houston down to Harlem (Harlem)
We twenty deep if it's a problem
Don't want nothing truly cause they thinkin we gon' rob 'em
And you know how we be mobbin
Police lady talking bout the trouble that we causing (keep it moving)
You gon' have to keep it moving darling
And we gon' keep on doing what we doing and what we causing
[Chamillionaire imitating Lil Wayne]
Yeah! Young Millionaire, they can't deal with this swagger
Feel the banana, will squeeze the hammer
I see your forehead, it will see the handle
Will eat your money, will feed your ama-
amal, Rambo, I will enjoy
I am nutting if she's slutty just like Almond and Joy
Programmed to kill, get beat, I destroy
Whatever to get the money, little duffle bag boy
[Chamillionaire imitating Plies]
Dope boy, gotta feel me, I'm real tight
Doing what I really say I do in real life
Cheque got the chain homie, this some real ice
A hundred and fifty K for it, that's the real price
Bust it baby, wanna give me in her living room
Making music for the hustlers and the real goons
Let 'em know, album bout to hit 'em real soon
All you rappers gon' have to make a little room
[Chamillionaire imitating E-40]
I don't know what the problem is, pockets thick as a hippopotamus (hippopotamus)
Breezy lookin in the dash of my drop top, tryna see what mileage is (the mileage is)
She done flunked about fifteen somethin colleges
Your opinion is irrelevant as a XXL columnist
So tell that breezy she better be a skater (skater)
She's best to get up out of here cause the pimp like me won't date her
Uhhh, I'm a pimp, you the one that paid her
Pulling off in my scrape and it black on black like I'm Darth Vader
[Chamillionaire imitating B.G.]
Hopped off the porch and homie didn't like that
So now I roll solo and don't even like cats
Chain lookin frozen, I'm showing a icepack
Loyal to the streets, I hand you the mic back
I put down my pistol and boy they get slapped
But it ain't even fun cause I know he won't fight back
Can't leave the streets, they love me just like crack
I'm like Uncle Sam, yeah homie, I like that
[Chamillionaire imitating Rick Ross]
Other rappers just be having million dollar thoughts
I'm a rapper that can pull a million out my vault
Do it like boss, don't matter what the cost
White on white Phantom, sittin fat, I gotta frost
[Chamillionaire imitating Rich Boy]
Nobody selling that, record labels falling back
Back off in these streets, show 'em how to get a stack
Show these other rappers and these fun trappers how to act
Throw-throw some D's on it and put some more on top of that
[Chamillionaire imitating Snoop Dogg]
She approached me, I ain't approach her
I had a forty-ounce on my coaster
You know I want to hit that west coaster
Candy car blue, that's the Hou on my roadster
And the same color on my low-low
Got a couple homies with that chronic for the low-low
For sho' though, and I ain't with the snitchin, that's a no-no
That's why I'm riding solo and I'm lookin out for popo
[Chamillionaire imitating Bun B]
I'm off the metre, they want me to let 'em know what's the deal (deal)
Cause I'm a Texas player that's only gon' keep it trill (trill)
You ain't gotta look for no longer, the trill is here (here)
No need for falsifying, them fakers gon' disappear (disappear)
Probably shouldn't give a trill rapper the mic
Cause he gon' kick that realness and trill ish that they like (like)
And the street credibility gon' match to the hype (hype)
Talking bout you keep it gangsta, only happens you might
[Chamillionaire imitating The Game]
I'm an N.W.A., no manners and bad grammar
Surrendering for what? No waiving the bandanna
Tell the tool man how I handle the damn hammer
Try to punk me and I'm breaking that man camera
Just tell MTV to send a doctor the bill
And if the bill make it there, you'll need a doctor for real
Keep a chopper on his seat to keep a watch on my wheels
Mashing in the Lamborghini like the cops on my heels
[Chamillionaire imitating Jay-Z]
I ain't even writing homie, I just press record
And all you say is great before I make it to the course
Hear your little voice tryna make a little noise
Till I let you little boys see my picture in the Forbes
Tell Forbes to get it straight
Cause they gon' have to account for what I do with the tapes
I never bounce a cheque, I don't even bounce to the bank
G5 everywhere, get a million miles on a tank
[Chamillionaire]
Industry is saying that boy got skills
And the streets is saying that boy so real
Who that boy tracking that boy Chamill'?
Always give you somethin that boys gon' feel
"Try to give you somethin that you boys gon' feel" [X4]
[Chamillionaire imitating The Dream]
Shawty rock to the beat for your boy
Shaw-ty, do it
Ay-ay, got a fleet full of toys
Whole bunch of blue whips
Gettin cheddar, cheddar, cheddar
I be gettin cheddar, cheddar, cheddar
You know I be grindin, grindin, grindin daily
Grindin, grindin, grindin daily
Industry is saying that boy got skills
And the streets is saying that boy so real
Who that boy tracking that boy Chamill'?
Always give you somethin that boys gon' feel
"Try to give you somethin that you boys gon' feel" [X4]
[Chamillionaire imitating Young Jeezy]
Yeah!
Still in the streets, still sticking to the plan (plan)
All this ice on me, got a frosted out hand (hand)
White coloured Lam' lookin like a snowman (man)
Hundred karat chain, see the neck, they like "Damn"
Cheah, y'all know me
Eff the industry, I'm still the same old G
Serve to the streets till you lames O.D.
Mixtapes like crack, the next thang's on me
[Chamillionaire imitating Jim Jones]
Some of them be talking but snitch is what we call 'em (snitches)
I be gettin gwop way from Houston down to Harlem (Harlem)
We twenty deep if it's a problem
Don't want nothing truly cause they thinkin we gon' rob 'em
And you know how we be mobbin
Police lady talking bout the trouble that we causing (keep it moving)
You gon' have to keep it moving darling
And we gon' keep on doing what we doing and what we causing
[Chamillionaire imitating Lil Wayne]
Yeah! Young Millionaire, they can't deal with this swagger
Feel the banana, will squeeze the hammer
I see your forehead, it will see the handle
Will eat your money, will feed your ama-
amal, Rambo, I will enjoy
I am nutting if she's slutty just like Almond and Joy
Programmed to kill, get beat, I destroy
Whatever to get the money, little duffle bag boy
[Chamillionaire imitating Plies]
Dope boy, gotta feel me, I'm real tight
Doing what I really say I do in real life
Cheque got the chain homie, this some real ice
A hundred and fifty K for it, that's the real price
Bust it baby, wanna give me in her living room
Making music for the hustlers and the real goons
Let 'em know, album bout to hit 'em real soon
All you rappers gon' have to make a little room
[Chamillionaire imitating E-40]
I don't know what the problem is, pockets thick as a hippopotamus (hippopotamus)
Breezy lookin in the dash of my drop top, tryna see what mileage is (the mileage is)
She done flunked about fifteen somethin colleges
Your opinion is irrelevant as a XXL columnist
So tell that breezy she better be a skater (skater)
She's best to get up out of here cause the pimp like me won't date her
Uhhh, I'm a pimp, you the one that paid her
Pulling off in my scrape and it black on black like I'm Darth Vader
[Chamillionaire imitating B.G.]
Hopped off the porch and homie didn't like that
So now I roll solo and don't even like cats
Chain lookin frozen, I'm showing a icepack
Loyal to the streets, I hand you the mic back
I put down my pistol and boy they get slapped
But it ain't even fun cause I know he won't fight back
Can't leave the streets, they love me just like crack
I'm like Uncle Sam, yeah homie, I like that
[Chamillionaire imitating Rick Ross]
Other rappers just be having million dollar thoughts
I'm a rapper that can pull a million out my vault
Do it like boss, don't matter what the cost
White on white Phantom, sittin fat, I gotta frost
[Chamillionaire imitating Rich Boy]
Nobody selling that, record labels falling back
Back off in these streets, show 'em how to get a stack
Show these other rappers and these fun trappers how to act
Throw-throw some D's on it and put some more on top of that
[Chamillionaire imitating Snoop Dogg]
She approached me, I ain't approach her
I had a forty-ounce on my coaster
You know I want to hit that west coaster
Candy car blue, that's the Hou on my roadster
And the same color on my low-low
Got a couple homies with that chronic for the low-low
For sho' though, and I ain't with the snitchin, that's a no-no
That's why I'm riding solo and I'm lookin out for popo
[Chamillionaire imitating Bun B]
I'm off the metre, they want me to let 'em know what's the deal (deal)
Cause I'm a Texas player that's only gon' keep it trill (trill)
You ain't gotta look for no longer, the trill is here (here)
No need for falsifying, them fakers gon' disappear (disappear)
Probably shouldn't give a trill rapper the mic
Cause he gon' kick that realness and trill ish that they like (like)
And the street credibility gon' match to the hype (hype)
Talking bout you keep it gangsta, only happens you might
[Chamillionaire imitating The Game]
I'm an N.W.A., no manners and bad grammar
Surrendering for what? No waiving the bandanna
Tell the tool man how I handle the damn hammer
Try to punk me and I'm breaking that man camera
Just tell MTV to send a doctor the bill
And if the bill make it there, you'll need a doctor for real
Keep a chopper on his seat to keep a watch on my wheels
Mashing in the Lamborghini like the cops on my heels
[Chamillionaire imitating Jay-Z]
I ain't even writing homie, I just press record
And all you say is great before I make it to the course
Hear your little voice tryna make a little noise
Till I let you little boys see my picture in the Forbes
Tell Forbes to get it straight
Cause they gon' have to account for what I do with the tapes
I never bounce a cheque, I don't even bounce to the bank
G5 everywhere, get a million miles on a tank
[Chamillionaire]
Industry is saying that boy got skills
And the streets is saying that boy so real
Who that boy tracking that boy Chamill'?
Always give you somethin that boys gon' feel
"Try to give you somethin that you boys gon' feel" [X4]
[Chamillionaire imitating The Dream]
Shawty rock to the beat for your boy
Shaw-ty, do it
Ay-ay, got a fleet full of toys
Whole bunch of blue whips
Gettin cheddar, cheddar, cheddar
I be gettin cheddar, cheddar, cheddar
You know I be grindin, grindin, grindin daily
Grindin, grindin, grindin daily
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