[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]
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
The Real Thang lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Verse 1]
I gotta be honest
Bragging was really not the mission
Only way that they'll listen excuse me if you hear a contradiction
Yea I had a chick and
She had gave me a proposition
She was in love till I told her French ain't my type of kissin'
Them execs was dissin when I walked into that Def Jam audition
Should've threw my watch in they face and then said it's time to listen
Record label switching
Grinding 'cause I didn't have a pot to piss in
Feeling like I was fishin'
It was eating my food inside the kitchen
Before the second album
Sophomore jinx was just superstition
Who would've known that they would've been right
But I ain't tripping
Trying to be an artist
While they repaint the composition
I need recognition
Recognize ain't no competition
[Chorus:]
They said we wouldn't make it
But now they copying the style that they said would never blow wasn't no complaining
And now it seems like everywhere I go
Steady crawling
On them 4s (still crawling)
On them 4s (still balling)
On them 4s Still crawling on 4s mayne
On them 4s (still crawling)
On them 4s (still balling)
On them 4s
You can copy but you'll never ever be the real thing
[Verse 2]
Trying to hit 'em with some knowledge
They gon' respond and say it's garbage
If I say my cars is
Candy they tell ya he the hardest
Look at how you boys is
Talking bout cars in they garages
They just mirages if you believe 'em
You're retarded
I'm gonna grind regardless
Step in your castle steal your crown
Gotta give a pound
KJ and Nancy they still around
And I'm still the deepest
Spend my thesis you still will drown
And that XXL dude that said I would fail
YOU STILL A CLOWN
Can't get a digit or live it how could you even grade me
I'm the one who pay me
Personally give me money daily
Completely crazy
Talk to the streets the streets obey me
Go ahead and hate me
I don't give a 'F' like Weezy baby
The Cadillac looking cocky they set a standard to stop me
Swagger jackers that copy I think ya swagger is sloppy
I was just a child in the streets till I let Universal adopt me
But now I feel like I'm the man
If they ever plannin' to drop me
A kitchen drawer wit the flow
'cause I'm sharp as a utensil
Bring any writer I promise I'll break him like a pencil
Any instrumental
Rappers can't keep up with my mental
'cause they mental's simple
While my mental is monumental
Been had potential
Follow me cause of what I went through
While haters jock me
Copy my image like a stencil
Don't try to jack me
Give a message to those that sent you
I bet the pistol show up in ya face like it's a dimple
Smile, cha cha power!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Should've betted in my chain
That I'm better than the game
I don't mean the rapper I mean every rapper that's in the game
This the little internet nerd that you say that I gotta prove it to
Alicia Keys
Keyshia Cole
Oh! My dough is beautiful
I throw three thousand in the air just to snap a Polaroid
Chamillinate anybody moving you're so destroyed
Ka-boom!
Say I'm dissin if you don't know the half
I'm digital download with the dough
You do the math
My money move I get statements so I can view my dollars
A one then a zero
Zero be leapin' all the commas
I can poke I promise
Baby look dope as Pocahontas
In the Bahamas
Counting money in my pajamas
I gotta be honest
Bragging was really not the mission
Only way that they'll listen excuse me if you hear a contradiction
Yea I had a chick and
She had gave me a proposition
She was in love till I told her French ain't my type of kissin'
Them execs was dissin when I walked into that Def Jam audition
Should've threw my watch in they face and then said it's time to listen
Record label switching
Grinding 'cause I didn't have a pot to piss in
Feeling like I was fishin'
It was eating my food inside the kitchen
Before the second album
Sophomore jinx was just superstition
Who would've known that they would've been right
But I ain't tripping
Trying to be an artist
While they repaint the composition
I need recognition
Recognize ain't no competition
[Chorus:]
They said we wouldn't make it
But now they copying the style that they said would never blow wasn't no complaining
And now it seems like everywhere I go
Steady crawling
On them 4s (still crawling)
On them 4s (still balling)
On them 4s Still crawling on 4s mayne
On them 4s (still crawling)
On them 4s (still balling)
On them 4s
You can copy but you'll never ever be the real thing
[Verse 2]
Trying to hit 'em with some knowledge
They gon' respond and say it's garbage
If I say my cars is
Candy they tell ya he the hardest
Look at how you boys is
Talking bout cars in they garages
They just mirages if you believe 'em
You're retarded
I'm gonna grind regardless
Step in your castle steal your crown
Gotta give a pound
KJ and Nancy they still around
And I'm still the deepest
Spend my thesis you still will drown
And that XXL dude that said I would fail
YOU STILL A CLOWN
Can't get a digit or live it how could you even grade me
I'm the one who pay me
Personally give me money daily
Completely crazy
Talk to the streets the streets obey me
Go ahead and hate me
I don't give a 'F' like Weezy baby
The Cadillac looking cocky they set a standard to stop me
Swagger jackers that copy I think ya swagger is sloppy
I was just a child in the streets till I let Universal adopt me
But now I feel like I'm the man
If they ever plannin' to drop me
A kitchen drawer wit the flow
'cause I'm sharp as a utensil
Bring any writer I promise I'll break him like a pencil
Any instrumental
Rappers can't keep up with my mental
'cause they mental's simple
While my mental is monumental
Been had potential
Follow me cause of what I went through
While haters jock me
Copy my image like a stencil
Don't try to jack me
Give a message to those that sent you
I bet the pistol show up in ya face like it's a dimple
Smile, cha cha power!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Should've betted in my chain
That I'm better than the game
I don't mean the rapper I mean every rapper that's in the game
This the little internet nerd that you say that I gotta prove it to
Alicia Keys
Keyshia Cole
Oh! My dough is beautiful
I throw three thousand in the air just to snap a Polaroid
Chamillinate anybody moving you're so destroyed
Ka-boom!
Say I'm dissin if you don't know the half
I'm digital download with the dough
You do the math
My money move I get statements so I can view my dollars
A one then a zero
Zero be leapin' all the commas
I can poke I promise
Baby look dope as Pocahontas
In the Bahamas
Counting money in my pajamas
All Around The World lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Intro - Chamillionaire - talking]
(All around the world), yeah
(All around the world), yeah
(All around the world), uh
(This goes out to girls all around the world), let's go
(All around the world), woo!
(All around the world), I like that
(All around the world), let me set the scenery real quick, cheah
(This goes out to girls all around the world)
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire - rapping]
Black watch, black shirt, starin through my locs (locs)
Lookin at you lookin like you know I'm goin to approach (approach)
We could do a uh, well we could do a toast
While you sit across the table tryin to figure out my gross (gross)
You out your mind, if you ain't mind makin (mind makin)
'Cause I ain't got the time for time takin (time takin)
Money doesn't grow on trees but I'm thinkin (but I'm thinkin)
You ain't never seen the millions I'm rakin (millions I'm rakin)
In, get a garbage bag
I be talkin trash, let me throw away my swag (let me throw away my swag)
I be talkin math baby, they be talkin half (half)
I be talkin yacht language, they be talkin raft (raft)
Where you want to fly? Give you wings like Red Bull (Red Bull)
We'll be flyin on the jet skies like Jet Blue
You freaky I could probably give your knees a schedule
You freaky I could probably give your weave it's next pull (woo!)
And I got plenty of sky miles (sky miles)
The four is goin to come after the G, when I'm out (when I'm out)
And she already knowin what I'm 'bout (I'm 'bout)
The paper boy, it's only G's on my route
If you want to (want to), then we can do whatever ('ever)
Whatever is clever or whatever is never (never)
Whatever is green, baby whatever is yellow
That's whatever is G's (cheese), whatever is chedder
I promise the card ain't got a maximum (maximum)
Stacks with 'em, so he goin to have the straps with 'em (straps with 'em)
They be like you look exactly like it's him (it's him)
Car dashin/Kardashian, it looks exactly like a Kim (like a Kim)
I'm in a zone, she ask "can she hold me?" (hold me)
I won't let her, I'm just tryin to score like Kobe (score like Kobe)
And you just tryin to block like goalie (block like goalie)
But I'm a give her D like my first name Moby (first name Moby)
[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
(All around the world, girls all around the world), haha, get 'em
(This goes out to girls all around the world), yeah
(All around the world, girls all around the world), get 'em
(This goes out to girls all around the world), all around the world
(All around the world, all, all around the world), get her
(This goes out to girls all around the world), know what I'm talkin 'bout?? Yeah
(All around the world, all, all around the world)
I know they be tryin to talk about my singing, but (get her)
(This goes out to girls all around the world), let me do it, let's go
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire - singing]
I used to not know why haters would try so hard to hate (why they hatin baby?)
Until I moved up from Ramen Noodles to shrimp and steak
Ewww (I know you like that steak)
Girl (filet mignon)
You can order what you like (haha, it's on me)
You can order what you like (haha, it's on me baby)
'Cause we'll be on a yacht, starin at white beaches and waves (that's what I'm talkin about)
And you'll be tannin topless tellin me you're feelin great
Ewww (you're feelin great baby)
Girl, I'm a help you clear your mind
I'm a help you clear your mind (Chamillitary mayne)
[Verse 3 - Chamillionaire - rapping]
Uh, yeah
She said "Hakeem, we should pause for a quick flick"
Seen my jewels, I remind her of Slick Rick
Dough that'll grow like we heatin up biscuits
Chamill got a mil that's as cheesy as it gets (I don't get it)
Cheddar, Velveeta with the money
I don't break a sweat baby, even if it's sunny
Ladies they love me, I'm Fresh like Doug E.
I hated being broke so I made money my buddy (haha)
I promise I don't say it just to spit it (spit it)
Go to Saint Martin and tell 'em I already did it (did it)
French or the Dutch side, tell me if you with it (with it)
Cook like the Curry goin be finished in a minute
Steak's so large, she goin to say she want to split it (split it)
Passport fool, you would think I run the city (city)
Put me on the stand, I'm like "ah, damn (ah, damn)
I promise there's a witness that saw me gettin in that - pool
Yeah, the Thrilla in Manila (woo)
Thrilla in Manila, naw I'm trilla than Manila
We could catch a flight, maybe we can get a dinner
While I'm bumpin that "Trilla", while I feel ya in the villa (villa)
Business man, do whatever stop no ma'am
BlackBerry's near, always lookin for mo' grands
Ronald Isley is the sound of the slow jam
If sex is a weapon, then I'm ready to go BLAM! (hah)
Get a two day tan
'Cause the other two days, me and you stay in
Turn backwards like Kriss and them used to do they pants
Your homegirl just mad, 'cause her dude ain't Cham
The kid goin to prevail when it come to the skills
Like LL "I be doin it and doin it well"
But right now when I do it, I don't do it for sales (oh yeah?)
When I do what I be doin, I just do it for self (haha)
[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
All around the world, girls all around the world
This goes out to girls all around the world
All around the world, girls all around the world
This goes out to girls all around the world
All around the world, all, all around the world
This goes out to girls all around the world
All around the world, all, all around the world
This goes out to girls all around the world
[Outro - Chamillionaire - talking over the Chorus]
Yeah, we in Dubai on a peninsula baby
Not an island, a peninsula
An island is completely surrounded by water
and a peninsula is almost all the way surrounded by water
Haha, we do it big like that
Hugh Hefner's next door too
What up Hef?
(All around the world), yeah
(All around the world), yeah
(All around the world), uh
(This goes out to girls all around the world), let's go
(All around the world), woo!
(All around the world), I like that
(All around the world), let me set the scenery real quick, cheah
(This goes out to girls all around the world)
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire - rapping]
Black watch, black shirt, starin through my locs (locs)
Lookin at you lookin like you know I'm goin to approach (approach)
We could do a uh, well we could do a toast
While you sit across the table tryin to figure out my gross (gross)
You out your mind, if you ain't mind makin (mind makin)
'Cause I ain't got the time for time takin (time takin)
Money doesn't grow on trees but I'm thinkin (but I'm thinkin)
You ain't never seen the millions I'm rakin (millions I'm rakin)
In, get a garbage bag
I be talkin trash, let me throw away my swag (let me throw away my swag)
I be talkin math baby, they be talkin half (half)
I be talkin yacht language, they be talkin raft (raft)
Where you want to fly? Give you wings like Red Bull (Red Bull)
We'll be flyin on the jet skies like Jet Blue
You freaky I could probably give your knees a schedule
You freaky I could probably give your weave it's next pull (woo!)
And I got plenty of sky miles (sky miles)
The four is goin to come after the G, when I'm out (when I'm out)
And she already knowin what I'm 'bout (I'm 'bout)
The paper boy, it's only G's on my route
If you want to (want to), then we can do whatever ('ever)
Whatever is clever or whatever is never (never)
Whatever is green, baby whatever is yellow
That's whatever is G's (cheese), whatever is chedder
I promise the card ain't got a maximum (maximum)
Stacks with 'em, so he goin to have the straps with 'em (straps with 'em)
They be like you look exactly like it's him (it's him)
Car dashin/Kardashian, it looks exactly like a Kim (like a Kim)
I'm in a zone, she ask "can she hold me?" (hold me)
I won't let her, I'm just tryin to score like Kobe (score like Kobe)
And you just tryin to block like goalie (block like goalie)
But I'm a give her D like my first name Moby (first name Moby)
[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
(All around the world, girls all around the world), haha, get 'em
(This goes out to girls all around the world), yeah
(All around the world, girls all around the world), get 'em
(This goes out to girls all around the world), all around the world
(All around the world, all, all around the world), get her
(This goes out to girls all around the world), know what I'm talkin 'bout?? Yeah
(All around the world, all, all around the world)
I know they be tryin to talk about my singing, but (get her)
(This goes out to girls all around the world), let me do it, let's go
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire - singing]
I used to not know why haters would try so hard to hate (why they hatin baby?)
Until I moved up from Ramen Noodles to shrimp and steak
Ewww (I know you like that steak)
Girl (filet mignon)
You can order what you like (haha, it's on me)
You can order what you like (haha, it's on me baby)
'Cause we'll be on a yacht, starin at white beaches and waves (that's what I'm talkin about)
And you'll be tannin topless tellin me you're feelin great
Ewww (you're feelin great baby)
Girl, I'm a help you clear your mind
I'm a help you clear your mind (Chamillitary mayne)
[Verse 3 - Chamillionaire - rapping]
Uh, yeah
She said "Hakeem, we should pause for a quick flick"
Seen my jewels, I remind her of Slick Rick
Dough that'll grow like we heatin up biscuits
Chamill got a mil that's as cheesy as it gets (I don't get it)
Cheddar, Velveeta with the money
I don't break a sweat baby, even if it's sunny
Ladies they love me, I'm Fresh like Doug E.
I hated being broke so I made money my buddy (haha)
I promise I don't say it just to spit it (spit it)
Go to Saint Martin and tell 'em I already did it (did it)
French or the Dutch side, tell me if you with it (with it)
Cook like the Curry goin be finished in a minute
Steak's so large, she goin to say she want to split it (split it)
Passport fool, you would think I run the city (city)
Put me on the stand, I'm like "ah, damn (ah, damn)
I promise there's a witness that saw me gettin in that - pool
Yeah, the Thrilla in Manila (woo)
Thrilla in Manila, naw I'm trilla than Manila
We could catch a flight, maybe we can get a dinner
While I'm bumpin that "Trilla", while I feel ya in the villa (villa)
Business man, do whatever stop no ma'am
BlackBerry's near, always lookin for mo' grands
Ronald Isley is the sound of the slow jam
If sex is a weapon, then I'm ready to go BLAM! (hah)
Get a two day tan
'Cause the other two days, me and you stay in
Turn backwards like Kriss and them used to do they pants
Your homegirl just mad, 'cause her dude ain't Cham
The kid goin to prevail when it come to the skills
Like LL "I be doin it and doin it well"
But right now when I do it, I don't do it for sales (oh yeah?)
When I do what I be doin, I just do it for self (haha)
[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
All around the world, girls all around the world
This goes out to girls all around the world
All around the world, girls all around the world
This goes out to girls all around the world
All around the world, all, all around the world
This goes out to girls all around the world
All around the world, all, all around the world
This goes out to girls all around the world
[Outro - Chamillionaire - talking over the Chorus]
Yeah, we in Dubai on a peninsula baby
Not an island, a peninsula
An island is completely surrounded by water
and a peninsula is almost all the way surrounded by water
Haha, we do it big like that
Hugh Hefner's next door too
What up Hef?
Do It For H Town lyrics - Chamillionaire (feat. Slim Thug, Trae)
[Chorus]
we hear em talking dine
but we still
on the grind
crawlin' slow
tippin' dine
but we do it for h-town
we back up on the rise
feeling good
feeling fine
poppin' trunk
tippin' dine
but we do it for h-town
tell them boys its time to lay it dine
tell tell them boys its time to lay it dine
cause we do it for
cause we do it for
cause we do it for h-town
tell them boys its time to lay it dine
tell tell them boys its time to lay it dine
cause we do it for
cause we do it for
cause we do it for h-town
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Even after the Ozone Awards is over
We still feeling like aint nobody colder
Still throwing twenty inch swangs on the Rover
Candy like they dated twenty fifth of October
Told ya'll to chill wit that instigatin'
You say you from the H and its instant hatin'
We started the trend you imitatin'
These swangas and voughes these isn't daytons
Seen us doing it in Harlem Knights
Say we do it big then you boys is right
Spending more dough than you saw in ya life
And that's just what ya boy spent on the dice
Instigatin' you instigatin' we gon' hold it dine yea ya'll see
Hate won't ever live as long as me
End of the bullet where the karma be
Why you wanna try to come talk to me
Try to ask me if Rick Ross still a G
Journalists need to get up off my D
Him and E-Class always kept it real with me
The rap game looking so childish lately
Told me the industry is bound to break me
Can't let the fakeness dominate me
Step up in the streets say its time to pay me
Aint never been a friend of the industry
I aint never been a friend of the gimmicky
I aint never been good with the chemistry
But let me tell ya'll clowns what its finna be
Texas aint as hot as it was so they say we aint as worth as much
Ringtone rappers actors dancers trappers they just outworking us
50 Cent working way harder baby
and Lil Wayne was working harder too
all of us was getting street paper but that was way before Carter 2
if you from Texas and a Screw head when I wrote this Verse I swear I thought of you
another clique should've came behind us we already showed what working hard
would do payed the price to live the major life but when we hear the hate we tell
boys to chill
Bun B the main Texas rapper holding Texas up right now for real
Pimp passed we should've learned from that we ought to all be helping Bun
rep the trill
Rep the swangs
Rep the paint
Rep the bang
Rep the grill
Seen Pat in a red Lincoln seen Slim Thug in a photo drop
So I had to chop off the roof take a picture of that and call it photo chop
Been riding clean
Since Rodney King
Martin Luther Dream and chrome monoblocks
All of us been repping Texas baby one thing I know is that it sho' don't stop
[Chorus]
we hear em talking dine
but we still
on the grind
crawlin' slow
tippin' dine
but we do it for h-town
we back up on the rise
feeling good
feeling fine
poppin' trunk
tippin' dine
but we do it for h-town
tell them boys its time to lay it dine
tell tell them boys its time to lay it dine
cause we do it for
cause we do it for
cause we do it for h-town
tell them boys its time to lay it dine
tell tell them boys its time to lay it dine
cause we do it for
cause we do it for
cause we do it for h-town
[Verse 2 - Slim Thug]
H-Town nawfside
That's where the boss ride
Haters get ya mouth wide
Ya insides outside
Talking down on my side
Naw we don't play that
Where you say that will be the same place you lay at
We been sipping drank by the pint since way back
We been candy paint on them 4s since they made that
Hop up in my fly ride watch the top lay back
Rather flip a drop 'Lac before I flip a Maybach
Wonder why I say that
I'm so hood
And it aint shit better than this leather and the wood
Got my diamonds looking good and my hand on remote
And I'm tucked in that buck while I float like a boat
Looking clean like soap
Diamond rope on my throat
And I'm feeling presidential please vote for the hope
If we vote for ya hope
Please answer one note
Let us get in mo' dough
Everybody going broke
[Chorus]
we hear em talking dine
but we still
on the grind
crawlin' slow
tippin' dine
but we do it for h-town
we back up on the rise
feeling good
feeling fine
poppin' trunk
tippin' dine
but we do it for h-town
tell them boys its time to lay it dine
tell tell them boys its time to lay it dine
cause we do it for
cause we do it for
cause we do it for h-town
tell them boys its time to lay it dine
tell tell them boys its time to lay it dine
cause we do it for
cause we do it for
cause we do it for h-town
[Verse 3 - Trae]
King of the streets no days no sleep
Paint wet as hell with reptiles on the seats
Trunk got an attitude yelling out when it speak
Pissed off the top it been lost for a week
Slab looking like Shaq by the way it post up
Guaranteed to hit haters no less than close up
Niggas mad cause the south done rose up
Like Yao Ming big swangs on trucks
Find me in the hood on a couple of blocks
With a couple Aks and a couple of Glocks
No work in the trunk for a couple of stops
Duffle bag when I pay away a couple of cops
I dedicate this to Hawk and Pimp C
Moe and Fat Pat, Screw and Lil E
I rep them the same way I rep TDC
If it wasn't for them then what would I be
With diamonds I'ma stay shining bright
H-town all day and all night
I chose the pace to come take the throne
Cause some of these niggas aint living right
We slowed up shit and we changed the game
Copped the old school and we changed the frame
And wave the trunk that reads 'I Am the H'
Anything you saying you better change ya name
[Chorus]
we hear em talking dine
but we still
on the grind
crawlin' slow
tippin' dine
but we do it for h-town
we back up on the rise
feeling good
feeling fine
poppin' trunk
tippin' dine
but we do it for h-town
tell them boys its time to lay it dine
tell tell them boys its time to lay it dine
cause we do it for
cause we do it for
cause we do it for h-town
tell them boys its time to lay it dine
tell tell them boys its time to lay it dine
cause we do it for
cause we do it for
cause we do it for h-town
we hear em talking dine
but we still
on the grind
crawlin' slow
tippin' dine
but we do it for h-town
we back up on the rise
feeling good
feeling fine
poppin' trunk
tippin' dine
but we do it for h-town
tell them boys its time to lay it dine
tell tell them boys its time to lay it dine
cause we do it for
cause we do it for
cause we do it for h-town
tell them boys its time to lay it dine
tell tell them boys its time to lay it dine
cause we do it for
cause we do it for
cause we do it for h-town
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Even after the Ozone Awards is over
We still feeling like aint nobody colder
Still throwing twenty inch swangs on the Rover
Candy like they dated twenty fifth of October
Told ya'll to chill wit that instigatin'
You say you from the H and its instant hatin'
We started the trend you imitatin'
These swangas and voughes these isn't daytons
Seen us doing it in Harlem Knights
Say we do it big then you boys is right
Spending more dough than you saw in ya life
And that's just what ya boy spent on the dice
Instigatin' you instigatin' we gon' hold it dine yea ya'll see
Hate won't ever live as long as me
End of the bullet where the karma be
Why you wanna try to come talk to me
Try to ask me if Rick Ross still a G
Journalists need to get up off my D
Him and E-Class always kept it real with me
The rap game looking so childish lately
Told me the industry is bound to break me
Can't let the fakeness dominate me
Step up in the streets say its time to pay me
Aint never been a friend of the industry
I aint never been a friend of the gimmicky
I aint never been good with the chemistry
But let me tell ya'll clowns what its finna be
Texas aint as hot as it was so they say we aint as worth as much
Ringtone rappers actors dancers trappers they just outworking us
50 Cent working way harder baby
and Lil Wayne was working harder too
all of us was getting street paper but that was way before Carter 2
if you from Texas and a Screw head when I wrote this Verse I swear I thought of you
another clique should've came behind us we already showed what working hard
would do payed the price to live the major life but when we hear the hate we tell
boys to chill
Bun B the main Texas rapper holding Texas up right now for real
Pimp passed we should've learned from that we ought to all be helping Bun
rep the trill
Rep the swangs
Rep the paint
Rep the bang
Rep the grill
Seen Pat in a red Lincoln seen Slim Thug in a photo drop
So I had to chop off the roof take a picture of that and call it photo chop
Been riding clean
Since Rodney King
Martin Luther Dream and chrome monoblocks
All of us been repping Texas baby one thing I know is that it sho' don't stop
[Chorus]
we hear em talking dine
but we still
on the grind
crawlin' slow
tippin' dine
but we do it for h-town
we back up on the rise
feeling good
feeling fine
poppin' trunk
tippin' dine
but we do it for h-town
tell them boys its time to lay it dine
tell tell them boys its time to lay it dine
cause we do it for
cause we do it for
cause we do it for h-town
tell them boys its time to lay it dine
tell tell them boys its time to lay it dine
cause we do it for
cause we do it for
cause we do it for h-town
[Verse 2 - Slim Thug]
H-Town nawfside
That's where the boss ride
Haters get ya mouth wide
Ya insides outside
Talking down on my side
Naw we don't play that
Where you say that will be the same place you lay at
We been sipping drank by the pint since way back
We been candy paint on them 4s since they made that
Hop up in my fly ride watch the top lay back
Rather flip a drop 'Lac before I flip a Maybach
Wonder why I say that
I'm so hood
And it aint shit better than this leather and the wood
Got my diamonds looking good and my hand on remote
And I'm tucked in that buck while I float like a boat
Looking clean like soap
Diamond rope on my throat
And I'm feeling presidential please vote for the hope
If we vote for ya hope
Please answer one note
Let us get in mo' dough
Everybody going broke
[Chorus]
we hear em talking dine
but we still
on the grind
crawlin' slow
tippin' dine
but we do it for h-town
we back up on the rise
feeling good
feeling fine
poppin' trunk
tippin' dine
but we do it for h-town
tell them boys its time to lay it dine
tell tell them boys its time to lay it dine
cause we do it for
cause we do it for
cause we do it for h-town
tell them boys its time to lay it dine
tell tell them boys its time to lay it dine
cause we do it for
cause we do it for
cause we do it for h-town
[Verse 3 - Trae]
King of the streets no days no sleep
Paint wet as hell with reptiles on the seats
Trunk got an attitude yelling out when it speak
Pissed off the top it been lost for a week
Slab looking like Shaq by the way it post up
Guaranteed to hit haters no less than close up
Niggas mad cause the south done rose up
Like Yao Ming big swangs on trucks
Find me in the hood on a couple of blocks
With a couple Aks and a couple of Glocks
No work in the trunk for a couple of stops
Duffle bag when I pay away a couple of cops
I dedicate this to Hawk and Pimp C
Moe and Fat Pat, Screw and Lil E
I rep them the same way I rep TDC
If it wasn't for them then what would I be
With diamonds I'ma stay shining bright
H-town all day and all night
I chose the pace to come take the throne
Cause some of these niggas aint living right
We slowed up shit and we changed the game
Copped the old school and we changed the frame
And wave the trunk that reads 'I Am the H'
Anything you saying you better change ya name
[Chorus]
we hear em talking dine
but we still
on the grind
crawlin' slow
tippin' dine
but we do it for h-town
we back up on the rise
feeling good
feeling fine
poppin' trunk
tippin' dine
but we do it for h-town
tell them boys its time to lay it dine
tell tell them boys its time to lay it dine
cause we do it for
cause we do it for
cause we do it for h-town
tell them boys its time to lay it dine
tell tell them boys its time to lay it dine
cause we do it for
cause we do it for
cause we do it for h-town
Internet Nerds Revenge lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Chamillionaire - playing as an internet blogger nerd]
[typing keyboard]
Logging on to AllHipHop right now and uh..
What is this? Chamillionaire?
Not him again..
[Loud sigh] I can't stand him!
He's probably name-droppin artists 'cause he knows his album bout to drop
You know he's gonna start tryin to diss because he knows he's gonna flop
Eff Chamillionaire! That Carter album is what I'm tryna cop
Chamillionaire thinks he's too smart, and plus I think he sings a lot
See, he is not, nowhere as good as they say he is, I hate that kid!
And if he is, how come his last one didn't do as much as this?
anyways, you gotta act hard to make it in this music biz
And only people who like him is just little white suburban kids
Cause he ain't in the streets, he ain't cookin soft, or sellin bricks
He can't handle beef, he don't know what a two-time felon is
All he talk about is chips, he gotta make a song that's for the chicks
That track with Slick - does he think that I could bust a move to this?!
H-A-H-A LOL, I SWEAR that boy'll never sell
And I just hope he goes to jail, get beat up, stabbed and goes to hell
I KNOW he will! I KNOW he will! 'Cause he don't ever show me skill
I hope they drop him from his deal, that balla rap is overkill
He don't rap the way he used to rap, he rappin 'bout some stupid crap
He be rappin without saying *ISH* and I'm not really used to that
He don't rap 'bout sippin syrup, he don't rep that Houston rap
If I EVER saw him in person, he'd be the rapper that I re-FUSE to dap
Anyway, I heard a rumor; he ain't beefin, what a lame!
He didn't even diss 50 back when 50 Cent called out his name
I asked some girls about him and they told me that they felt the same
So many stans on the internet on his dick and it's an eff'in shame
I'm loggin on to HipHopDX, like, "Who the heck created this?!"
Chamillionaire?! NEGATIVE ONE is what I'm gon' be ratin this
He's not the best, I hate this kid, he couldn't even make my list
If ANYONE says that this is dope, I SWEAR I'll probably take my fist
and punch a hole in this computer, tell the fans to get it straight
Cause last time he dropped a hit was nineteen-ninety-NEVER-eight
That's the reason why I hate on EVERYONE that says he's great
And PLUS he sounds so monotone, his style doesn't ever ELEVATE
I logged on SOH-H just to investigate
I see he tryna drop a mixtape August 27th, WAIT!
Does he think I'ma purchase this? I'd NEVER ever get his tape
Anyways, everytime he does, the CD comes out HELLA late
And plus The Game is droppin then, he shoulda picked a better date
and Texas, they fell off the map, he should be reppin a better state
RZA, GZA, Little Brother, and The Cool Kids way better than him
and he's not even the best from Texas, he's not even better than Slim
I logged on his MySpace page, his song didn't have that many plays
[in whiny voice] 'cause I know that NO ONE cares 'bout ANYTHING he has to say
(Time for supper! [knocks on door])
Huh, what? (What are you doing in there?)
'ey, come on, mom! (Are you jacking off again?)
Close the door! Get out the way!
(Stop it, come eat your broccoli!) NO! NO!
Get out my face please, can't you see I'm on the net?!
(I told you, stay off of those porno sites)
Geez, I'll be out there in a minute, you just need to let me breathe!
(And it's time to take your medication)
STOP IT, MOM! LEAVE! (Come on!)
LEAAAVE, MOM! LEAAAAVE!!
(Stop it boy, I pay the bills in this house!)
[in a pitiful and sobbing tone]
AHHHHH!! I hate my life! I hate my life! I hate that his life ain't my life!
I'm only seventeen, and all I do is sit all day and type!
I cain't believe that Jennifer had the nerve to say I ain't her type!
I hate the smell of broccoli, my mom cain't even make it right!
I give my opinion on blog sites, opinion hate, and say who's nice
'cause I'm too broke to buy CDs, I download 'em and play 'em twice!
I HATE my dad! He disappeared and didn't ever say good night!
I HATE my parents! Hate the world! I'll make sure they all pay the price!!
I WONDER WHAT THE WORLD WILL SAY IF THEY COULD WATCH ME TAKE MY LIFE
I WONDER WHAT THE WORLD WILL SAY IF THEY COULD WATCH ME TAKE MY.. - [gunshot]
{"You got mail!"}
[typing keyboard]
Logging on to AllHipHop right now and uh..
What is this? Chamillionaire?
Not him again..
[Loud sigh] I can't stand him!
He's probably name-droppin artists 'cause he knows his album bout to drop
You know he's gonna start tryin to diss because he knows he's gonna flop
Eff Chamillionaire! That Carter album is what I'm tryna cop
Chamillionaire thinks he's too smart, and plus I think he sings a lot
See, he is not, nowhere as good as they say he is, I hate that kid!
And if he is, how come his last one didn't do as much as this?
anyways, you gotta act hard to make it in this music biz
And only people who like him is just little white suburban kids
Cause he ain't in the streets, he ain't cookin soft, or sellin bricks
He can't handle beef, he don't know what a two-time felon is
All he talk about is chips, he gotta make a song that's for the chicks
That track with Slick - does he think that I could bust a move to this?!
H-A-H-A LOL, I SWEAR that boy'll never sell
And I just hope he goes to jail, get beat up, stabbed and goes to hell
I KNOW he will! I KNOW he will! 'Cause he don't ever show me skill
I hope they drop him from his deal, that balla rap is overkill
He don't rap the way he used to rap, he rappin 'bout some stupid crap
He be rappin without saying *ISH* and I'm not really used to that
He don't rap 'bout sippin syrup, he don't rep that Houston rap
If I EVER saw him in person, he'd be the rapper that I re-FUSE to dap
Anyway, I heard a rumor; he ain't beefin, what a lame!
He didn't even diss 50 back when 50 Cent called out his name
I asked some girls about him and they told me that they felt the same
So many stans on the internet on his dick and it's an eff'in shame
I'm loggin on to HipHopDX, like, "Who the heck created this?!"
Chamillionaire?! NEGATIVE ONE is what I'm gon' be ratin this
He's not the best, I hate this kid, he couldn't even make my list
If ANYONE says that this is dope, I SWEAR I'll probably take my fist
and punch a hole in this computer, tell the fans to get it straight
Cause last time he dropped a hit was nineteen-ninety-NEVER-eight
That's the reason why I hate on EVERYONE that says he's great
And PLUS he sounds so monotone, his style doesn't ever ELEVATE
I logged on SOH-H just to investigate
I see he tryna drop a mixtape August 27th, WAIT!
Does he think I'ma purchase this? I'd NEVER ever get his tape
Anyways, everytime he does, the CD comes out HELLA late
And plus The Game is droppin then, he shoulda picked a better date
and Texas, they fell off the map, he should be reppin a better state
RZA, GZA, Little Brother, and The Cool Kids way better than him
and he's not even the best from Texas, he's not even better than Slim
I logged on his MySpace page, his song didn't have that many plays
[in whiny voice] 'cause I know that NO ONE cares 'bout ANYTHING he has to say
(Time for supper! [knocks on door])
Huh, what? (What are you doing in there?)
'ey, come on, mom! (Are you jacking off again?)
Close the door! Get out the way!
(Stop it, come eat your broccoli!) NO! NO!
Get out my face please, can't you see I'm on the net?!
(I told you, stay off of those porno sites)
Geez, I'll be out there in a minute, you just need to let me breathe!
(And it's time to take your medication)
STOP IT, MOM! LEAVE! (Come on!)
LEAAAVE, MOM! LEAAAAVE!!
(Stop it boy, I pay the bills in this house!)
[in a pitiful and sobbing tone]
AHHHHH!! I hate my life! I hate my life! I hate that his life ain't my life!
I'm only seventeen, and all I do is sit all day and type!
I cain't believe that Jennifer had the nerve to say I ain't her type!
I hate the smell of broccoli, my mom cain't even make it right!
I give my opinion on blog sites, opinion hate, and say who's nice
'cause I'm too broke to buy CDs, I download 'em and play 'em twice!
I HATE my dad! He disappeared and didn't ever say good night!
I HATE my parents! Hate the world! I'll make sure they all pay the price!!
I WONDER WHAT THE WORLD WILL SAY IF THEY COULD WATCH ME TAKE MY LIFE
I WONDER WHAT THE WORLD WILL SAY IF THEY COULD WATCH ME TAKE MY.. - [gunshot]
{"You got mail!"}
Fire lyrics - Chamillionaire (feat. Famous)
(Naw for real though, I know what y'all been waitin for)
(Don't trip, I got it)
(Fire!)
[Chorus - Chamillionaire - w/ ad libs]
"Say that you want fire, come hire the Messiah"
"You say that you want fire, come hire the Messiah"
"You say that you want fire, want fire, want fire"
"You say that you want fire, come hire the Messiah"
"You say that you want fire, come hire the Messiah"
"Say that you want fire, come hire the Messiah"
"Say that you want fire, come hire the Messiah"
"You say that you want fire, want fire, want fire"
[Chamillionaire - talking behind Chorus]
Haha (hmmm)
(I got that) fire
I got a little fire too
You know what I'm talkin about? (hmmm)
Yeah, (they want that, they want that) fire
Okay I'll tell you what
You be Koopa, I'm a be Hollywood Jackson (ch-cheah)
I'll be Famous
You ready? You sing the hook and everything (woo!)
(Fire!), let's get it man
[Verse 1 - Famous]
Man they say they want that heat, man they say they want that beat
In they trunk (yeah), I fuck with niggaz who got drama for the heat
To that punk like fuck you gon' do when a nigga run up on you
Put that (fire) to your ass, got you runnin out your own shoes (fire, fire, fire)
Zone 2, when I'm out in the A (A, what's up?)
And stay draped up in drips, so they know I don't play (you know I don't play)
Spittin (fire), but they sayin little shorty okay (yeah)
Told them suckers I'm the best and you probably are gay (Famous)
[laughing], say I really miss Pimp C
Them simps be cappin, but really slackin mentally (yeah)
Why you doin all that actin baby? It's me
Hollywood Jackson, I'm a pass 'em, I'm a switch speeds (yeah)
Spillin drink on my shirt, I don't switch T's
I can do that like Flip nigga, this T (what's up boy?)
E-X, we stressed, we next, we best
Spittin fire 'til there's no mics left
[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
[Chamillionaire - talking behind Chorus]
Yeah
I know, they want that (fire)
That's what's up baby
Chamillitary is the, they want that, they want that (fire)
Name that's runnin the game (hmmm)
Name that's runnin the game (they want that fire)
You know I got that fire baby
Hakeem (hmmm), King Koopa baby, hey (let's go)
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
I hope y'all countin all the fire verses I done produced (produced)
They said you break it then you buy it, so I'm buyin this booth (woo!)
Puttin the 26's on and sit so high in the coupe
You hold your hand up in the air, it still ain't high as my roof (the truth)
In the club the bartender said he ain't gettin bread (what?)
That's when I pulled the twenty stack out, like "I heard what you said!" (you said)
I jump over this bar, hit you in your tender head
Forget your name, they gon' call your bartender instead (ha!)
What the heck you talkin about? I'm gettin millis for really
While y'all be lip-syncin millis like your Milli Vanilli (woo!)
You would think it was Obama movin into the city
I'm in a Presidential Suite, a little bigger than Diddy's (P. Diddy)
SUV glidin, you know I'm a take the player route
I be talkin money, cause that's always what I'm thinkin 'bout (real)
Money so Swiss, got it sittin in a bank account
I can't take it out, cause it will probably cause the bank to bounce (boing)
Bungee cord (yeah), don't want to see my money bored
We should count it all, let's chop it up, just like a hunting sword (woo!)
Monopoly, I got a little money boy
Got a lot of millions, but you know I need a hundred more
Left the Swishahouse and took the solo steps
Lost some partners and they say that I got no more left (oh yeah?)
Ben Franklin still my homie, baby slow your rep
It's like Jermaine Dupri is me and I am So So Def (fire!)
If you ain't talkin money hunnie
[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
(Fire!)
[Female voice:] Chamillitary mayne
(Don't trip, I got it)
(Fire!)
[Chorus - Chamillionaire - w/ ad libs]
"Say that you want fire, come hire the Messiah"
"You say that you want fire, come hire the Messiah"
"You say that you want fire, want fire, want fire"
"You say that you want fire, come hire the Messiah"
"You say that you want fire, come hire the Messiah"
"Say that you want fire, come hire the Messiah"
"Say that you want fire, come hire the Messiah"
"You say that you want fire, want fire, want fire"
[Chamillionaire - talking behind Chorus]
Haha (hmmm)
(I got that) fire
I got a little fire too
You know what I'm talkin about? (hmmm)
Yeah, (they want that, they want that) fire
Okay I'll tell you what
You be Koopa, I'm a be Hollywood Jackson (ch-cheah)
I'll be Famous
You ready? You sing the hook and everything (woo!)
(Fire!), let's get it man
[Verse 1 - Famous]
Man they say they want that heat, man they say they want that beat
In they trunk (yeah), I fuck with niggaz who got drama for the heat
To that punk like fuck you gon' do when a nigga run up on you
Put that (fire) to your ass, got you runnin out your own shoes (fire, fire, fire)
Zone 2, when I'm out in the A (A, what's up?)
And stay draped up in drips, so they know I don't play (you know I don't play)
Spittin (fire), but they sayin little shorty okay (yeah)
Told them suckers I'm the best and you probably are gay (Famous)
[laughing], say I really miss Pimp C
Them simps be cappin, but really slackin mentally (yeah)
Why you doin all that actin baby? It's me
Hollywood Jackson, I'm a pass 'em, I'm a switch speeds (yeah)
Spillin drink on my shirt, I don't switch T's
I can do that like Flip nigga, this T (what's up boy?)
E-X, we stressed, we next, we best
Spittin fire 'til there's no mics left
[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
[Chamillionaire - talking behind Chorus]
Yeah
I know, they want that (fire)
That's what's up baby
Chamillitary is the, they want that, they want that (fire)
Name that's runnin the game (hmmm)
Name that's runnin the game (they want that fire)
You know I got that fire baby
Hakeem (hmmm), King Koopa baby, hey (let's go)
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
I hope y'all countin all the fire verses I done produced (produced)
They said you break it then you buy it, so I'm buyin this booth (woo!)
Puttin the 26's on and sit so high in the coupe
You hold your hand up in the air, it still ain't high as my roof (the truth)
In the club the bartender said he ain't gettin bread (what?)
That's when I pulled the twenty stack out, like "I heard what you said!" (you said)
I jump over this bar, hit you in your tender head
Forget your name, they gon' call your bartender instead (ha!)
What the heck you talkin about? I'm gettin millis for really
While y'all be lip-syncin millis like your Milli Vanilli (woo!)
You would think it was Obama movin into the city
I'm in a Presidential Suite, a little bigger than Diddy's (P. Diddy)
SUV glidin, you know I'm a take the player route
I be talkin money, cause that's always what I'm thinkin 'bout (real)
Money so Swiss, got it sittin in a bank account
I can't take it out, cause it will probably cause the bank to bounce (boing)
Bungee cord (yeah), don't want to see my money bored
We should count it all, let's chop it up, just like a hunting sword (woo!)
Monopoly, I got a little money boy
Got a lot of millions, but you know I need a hundred more
Left the Swishahouse and took the solo steps
Lost some partners and they say that I got no more left (oh yeah?)
Ben Franklin still my homie, baby slow your rep
It's like Jermaine Dupri is me and I am So So Def (fire!)
If you ain't talkin money hunnie
[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
(Fire!)
[Female voice:] Chamillitary mayne
Hero lyrics - Chamillionaire
I'm ready to get it started
You betta tell em the hardest
You hate on me then you retarded
I'm a get mine reguardless
I'm seein the rap the games needin me to come back to the mixtapes
And relieve them
Fans geekin Rap sales peakin hey in need of someone to believe in
I'm seein that they ain't me I'll wreck pollo beat for no apparent reason
And I think it's huntin season
So I'm cockin back and squeezin
Look at the fans talkin bout who spit better lines
I don't know what they doin but Prepare for mines
I don't just spit a line better than kevin federline
You better tell I'm really better than who ever rhyme
Hold up let me out this chair
Hear ya'll talkin bout ya hustles ain't no profit there
Hear ya talkin bout ya deals but that ain't profit square
Ya'll get lil royalties I get profit share
So um What up 50, what up buck what up lupe what game
What up jeezy, luda what up Ti what up wayne
Just cause I say they name don't mean I'm insane
Cause I'm shoutin out all the artists that make me step up my game
If I say I'm better than 50 his fans gonna complain
If I say I'm better than wayne his fans will do the same
I don't wanna ruffle feathers so maybe I should explain
Maybe it's MOE Me over Everythang
I'm better than you know who so better that it's a shame
I'm better than lil mama I'm better lil zane
I'm better than lil blang imbead it in your brain
I'm better than every rapper that rap with a lil name
You should be pissed that I'm pissed
I know some of my past records was a hit or miss
Don't try to twist up my ish and twist it into a diss
If you gon twist up what said then you should twist it this
Lauren London can get kissed on the lips
And bill O' Reilly and Don Imus can get hit with a fist
Hakeem I'm the dream stop missin the swish
And MTV my name is what ya missed on the list
Wait let me rewind I really don't want them
To think I'm tryin to diss I realy just want them
To know I'm not the type that will take lauren to london
Matter fact lauren be lucky if I take her to lunch man
It's the king of the hill from the land trill
What up Elise can't you see I'm Movin in for the Kill
Either I could drop one song a year like a skillz
Or we could get off in the streets it's time to pay these bills
Gas prices gettin high and I'm knowin I got a fleet
I'm Skinny than a mutha I'm knowin I gotta eat
So any rapper out here that no that they got a beat
Better never ever allow the instrumental to leak
I'm in the studio everyday and I'm lettin em loose
Black and decker in the trunk it ain't nothin but tools
Wanna run a money marathon it ain't nothin to prove
My closet lookin like a stadium it's nothin but shoes
J millz I ain't forgot about the cover you Gave me
I appreciate it G I'm still one of them crazy
Rebels out the texas and I'm runnin em daily
Now I'm back off in the streets like F u pay me
For jackin the texas swagger famous hand me the dagger
Nah nevermind cause these fakers don't even matter
Mixtape messiah 4 august 27th
And this just a throw away
I got a drive full of em let's go
Yea they get offended by words but You can tell it's fear
They say ball til you fall the fall is never near
They all say that they ball but Who you tellin dear
I manage a whole lotta money like kenneth crear
Manage a whole lotta money like shaka zulu
You think that I ain't good at ramen you out ya noodle
Safe sex mayne ya label tryin to prostitute you
I'm on the grind up earlier than the cockadoodle
What up killer mike it's grind time mayne
Rap game in my aim I'm like bang bang bang
Only rappers gettin mad the ones who Can't maintain
Now the rap is gettin back to the mixtapes mayne
First they tried to hate when I left said I'm history
Came back they tellin me they miss me
Twenty g's for this watch are you sick G
A .com on my arm this is 50
Hataz talkin actin like they some motormouths
And I'm a automatic start and turn ya motor off
Crib big mtv can't even show the house
Cause it would take 30 minutes for them to show the couch
F sales (what ya mean) bank account is great
Wreckin it since 98 and never took a break
Until recently throwin my rob back in the lake
Rap game tried to give me kibbles till I took the stake
Stop barkin baby I'm not starvin
Gettin bucks you crazy I'm millwalkin
Ya concience is talkin about caution
Slit ya wrist (slit) I'm Sharper than al sharpton
Koopa -Easy
You betta tell em the hardest
You hate on me then you retarded
I'm a get mine reguardless
I'm seein the rap the games needin me to come back to the mixtapes
And relieve them
Fans geekin Rap sales peakin hey in need of someone to believe in
I'm seein that they ain't me I'll wreck pollo beat for no apparent reason
And I think it's huntin season
So I'm cockin back and squeezin
Look at the fans talkin bout who spit better lines
I don't know what they doin but Prepare for mines
I don't just spit a line better than kevin federline
You better tell I'm really better than who ever rhyme
Hold up let me out this chair
Hear ya'll talkin bout ya hustles ain't no profit there
Hear ya talkin bout ya deals but that ain't profit square
Ya'll get lil royalties I get profit share
So um What up 50, what up buck what up lupe what game
What up jeezy, luda what up Ti what up wayne
Just cause I say they name don't mean I'm insane
Cause I'm shoutin out all the artists that make me step up my game
If I say I'm better than 50 his fans gonna complain
If I say I'm better than wayne his fans will do the same
I don't wanna ruffle feathers so maybe I should explain
Maybe it's MOE Me over Everythang
I'm better than you know who so better that it's a shame
I'm better than lil mama I'm better lil zane
I'm better than lil blang imbead it in your brain
I'm better than every rapper that rap with a lil name
You should be pissed that I'm pissed
I know some of my past records was a hit or miss
Don't try to twist up my ish and twist it into a diss
If you gon twist up what said then you should twist it this
Lauren London can get kissed on the lips
And bill O' Reilly and Don Imus can get hit with a fist
Hakeem I'm the dream stop missin the swish
And MTV my name is what ya missed on the list
Wait let me rewind I really don't want them
To think I'm tryin to diss I realy just want them
To know I'm not the type that will take lauren to london
Matter fact lauren be lucky if I take her to lunch man
It's the king of the hill from the land trill
What up Elise can't you see I'm Movin in for the Kill
Either I could drop one song a year like a skillz
Or we could get off in the streets it's time to pay these bills
Gas prices gettin high and I'm knowin I got a fleet
I'm Skinny than a mutha I'm knowin I gotta eat
So any rapper out here that no that they got a beat
Better never ever allow the instrumental to leak
I'm in the studio everyday and I'm lettin em loose
Black and decker in the trunk it ain't nothin but tools
Wanna run a money marathon it ain't nothin to prove
My closet lookin like a stadium it's nothin but shoes
J millz I ain't forgot about the cover you Gave me
I appreciate it G I'm still one of them crazy
Rebels out the texas and I'm runnin em daily
Now I'm back off in the streets like F u pay me
For jackin the texas swagger famous hand me the dagger
Nah nevermind cause these fakers don't even matter
Mixtape messiah 4 august 27th
And this just a throw away
I got a drive full of em let's go
Yea they get offended by words but You can tell it's fear
They say ball til you fall the fall is never near
They all say that they ball but Who you tellin dear
I manage a whole lotta money like kenneth crear
Manage a whole lotta money like shaka zulu
You think that I ain't good at ramen you out ya noodle
Safe sex mayne ya label tryin to prostitute you
I'm on the grind up earlier than the cockadoodle
What up killer mike it's grind time mayne
Rap game in my aim I'm like bang bang bang
Only rappers gettin mad the ones who Can't maintain
Now the rap is gettin back to the mixtapes mayne
First they tried to hate when I left said I'm history
Came back they tellin me they miss me
Twenty g's for this watch are you sick G
A .com on my arm this is 50
Hataz talkin actin like they some motormouths
And I'm a automatic start and turn ya motor off
Crib big mtv can't even show the house
Cause it would take 30 minutes for them to show the couch
F sales (what ya mean) bank account is great
Wreckin it since 98 and never took a break
Until recently throwin my rob back in the lake
Rap game tried to give me kibbles till I took the stake
Stop barkin baby I'm not starvin
Gettin bucks you crazy I'm millwalkin
Ya concience is talkin about caution
Slit ya wrist (slit) I'm Sharper than al sharpton
Koopa -Easy
My Dream lyrics - Chamillionaire (feat. Akon)
[Intro - Akon (Chamillionaire)]
See I remember I was just loner
(I was just a loner, I was just a loner)
(But I told them haters) "Look at me!"
(I dream, you Dream, We all Dream big dreams)
(I dream, you Dream, We all Dream big dreams)
I'm on top permanently but I stay in the streets (Harmony baby)
And I won't stop bringin that heat
It's my dream (I said it's my dream)
I said it's my dream... ooh
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Big as Barack Obama soon as he hit that podium
Always speakin that real these rappers is Nickelodeons
Say he ain't got the streets look at them killers voting him
Periodically charting music be mixed with sodium (chemistry)
See they hate him and they love him like he Kobe
And he just be getting money while haters be out there promoting him
Pick a Mixtape Messiah then open it and you'll notice him
Cuz he be talkin trash like he want to be a custodian
The God of mixtapes make sure that your kids blessed
You think that I sweat money the way that the kid dress
Show them I get checks just look at the wrist (Yes!)
My jewels the color of urine just give me a piss test
I'm so unsanitary my heater is in a corner
Diamonds always exposed I roll with that Arizona
Heater be hibernating come wake it up if you wanna
Doctor resuscitating to wake you up from a coma (Clear!)
Same channel no it sure can't be I'm so HD and you just so ain't me
Album coming soon just like o-k-c money music to my ears DO-RE-MI (Haha)
Ridin with no rims I call it t-shirt with no panties on
Threw some rims on it now it got some chrome pajamas on
Pull up to the club no we ain't gonna make it belly storm
It's going to be a 100 percent chance of rain on every arm
Killin the mic you ain't half as dope
I'm the coldest underground need a casket coat
I'm bout to snatch the whole game from you bastards
So I'll probably write my next verse on a ransom note goodbye
[Chorus - Akon (Chamillionaire)]
Yall remember I was just a loner hanging on the corner (Corner)
Now take look at me (Look at me)
Big bossin steady stackin chips never thought that I would see this shit
Now I'm on top permanently but I stay in the streets
And I won't stop bringin that heat
It's my dream (I said it's my dream)
I said it's my dream... ooh
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
Standing up to drama my posture is like a mobster
Frazier to a hater I'll box you like a boxer
Money don't change my thoughts you're an imposter
Thought you passed me but I caught you like I gotcha
Koopa my metaphor is a metaphor
That symbolizes each metaphor like a metal door (Hard!)
And yall need to put up a better score
We making A's and we grading you with the letter four
I mean the letter F-O-U-R
Tryin to say you a G?! I'm like Oh-you-are?
Don't be talkin all them lies like I don't know you boy
Don't be talkin all them lies like I can't show you boy (Yea)
Put your money up and you can really get beat
Like blacks getting pulled over by Philly police
I just made a Hundred thousand to put in my piece
In what seems like a year but it was really a week
Ain't Lil Troy but I wanted to be a "baller"
Money on the line let me holler at the caller
Bow to the man forgiveness from the Father
For waking my eye at one of Reverend Run's daughters
Koopa and they respecting it highly
I came in to the game they did their best to deny me
Hungry CEO success is salami
Success was on the sandwich and it was yellin out "Try me!"
After that Ra-ta-ta-ta murder she wrote
K-Slay and DJ Drama said "I heard that he dope"
Chamillionaire.com done the fanbase is a cult
L-M-A-O your fanbase is a joke (Haha!)
Laugh while I bask stacks of that cash
Every time I wreck so they ask for that crash
See the airbag, the Jag, the lac cash
Try to say that I be preaching well pastor is now mad
I'll make Reverend Run move and that a step to the left
Cuz I'm the best of both me's that's the best and the best
It's the Mixtape God put the rest of them to rest
Press pause for the Gob and confess that your blessed
[Chorus - Akon (Chamillionaire)]
Yall remember I was just a loner hanging on the corner (Corner)
Now take look at me (Look at me)
Big bossin steady stackin chips never thought that I would see this shit
Now I'm on top permanently but I stay in the streets
And I won't stop bringin that heat
It's my dream (I said it's my dream)
I said it's my dream... ooh
See I remember I was just loner
(I was just a loner, I was just a loner)
(But I told them haters) "Look at me!"
(I dream, you Dream, We all Dream big dreams)
(I dream, you Dream, We all Dream big dreams)
I'm on top permanently but I stay in the streets (Harmony baby)
And I won't stop bringin that heat
It's my dream (I said it's my dream)
I said it's my dream... ooh
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Big as Barack Obama soon as he hit that podium
Always speakin that real these rappers is Nickelodeons
Say he ain't got the streets look at them killers voting him
Periodically charting music be mixed with sodium (chemistry)
See they hate him and they love him like he Kobe
And he just be getting money while haters be out there promoting him
Pick a Mixtape Messiah then open it and you'll notice him
Cuz he be talkin trash like he want to be a custodian
The God of mixtapes make sure that your kids blessed
You think that I sweat money the way that the kid dress
Show them I get checks just look at the wrist (Yes!)
My jewels the color of urine just give me a piss test
I'm so unsanitary my heater is in a corner
Diamonds always exposed I roll with that Arizona
Heater be hibernating come wake it up if you wanna
Doctor resuscitating to wake you up from a coma (Clear!)
Same channel no it sure can't be I'm so HD and you just so ain't me
Album coming soon just like o-k-c money music to my ears DO-RE-MI (Haha)
Ridin with no rims I call it t-shirt with no panties on
Threw some rims on it now it got some chrome pajamas on
Pull up to the club no we ain't gonna make it belly storm
It's going to be a 100 percent chance of rain on every arm
Killin the mic you ain't half as dope
I'm the coldest underground need a casket coat
I'm bout to snatch the whole game from you bastards
So I'll probably write my next verse on a ransom note goodbye
[Chorus - Akon (Chamillionaire)]
Yall remember I was just a loner hanging on the corner (Corner)
Now take look at me (Look at me)
Big bossin steady stackin chips never thought that I would see this shit
Now I'm on top permanently but I stay in the streets
And I won't stop bringin that heat
It's my dream (I said it's my dream)
I said it's my dream... ooh
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
Standing up to drama my posture is like a mobster
Frazier to a hater I'll box you like a boxer
Money don't change my thoughts you're an imposter
Thought you passed me but I caught you like I gotcha
Koopa my metaphor is a metaphor
That symbolizes each metaphor like a metal door (Hard!)
And yall need to put up a better score
We making A's and we grading you with the letter four
I mean the letter F-O-U-R
Tryin to say you a G?! I'm like Oh-you-are?
Don't be talkin all them lies like I don't know you boy
Don't be talkin all them lies like I can't show you boy (Yea)
Put your money up and you can really get beat
Like blacks getting pulled over by Philly police
I just made a Hundred thousand to put in my piece
In what seems like a year but it was really a week
Ain't Lil Troy but I wanted to be a "baller"
Money on the line let me holler at the caller
Bow to the man forgiveness from the Father
For waking my eye at one of Reverend Run's daughters
Koopa and they respecting it highly
I came in to the game they did their best to deny me
Hungry CEO success is salami
Success was on the sandwich and it was yellin out "Try me!"
After that Ra-ta-ta-ta murder she wrote
K-Slay and DJ Drama said "I heard that he dope"
Chamillionaire.com done the fanbase is a cult
L-M-A-O your fanbase is a joke (Haha!)
Laugh while I bask stacks of that cash
Every time I wreck so they ask for that crash
See the airbag, the Jag, the lac cash
Try to say that I be preaching well pastor is now mad
I'll make Reverend Run move and that a step to the left
Cuz I'm the best of both me's that's the best and the best
It's the Mixtape God put the rest of them to rest
Press pause for the Gob and confess that your blessed
[Chorus - Akon (Chamillionaire)]
Yall remember I was just a loner hanging on the corner (Corner)
Now take look at me (Look at me)
Big bossin steady stackin chips never thought that I would see this shit
Now I'm on top permanently but I stay in the streets
And I won't stop bringin that heat
It's my dream (I said it's my dream)
I said it's my dream... ooh
Not Your Baby lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Phone Conversation]
[Chamillionaire:] Hello?
[Woman:] What you doing?
[Chamillionaire:] I'm on the other line talkin business
[Woman:] Uhh, no you're not
[Chamillionaire:] No, I'm on a conference call, real talk
[Woman:] You're not on a conference call
[Chamillionaire:] I am on a conference call
[Woman:] Look, you don't ever answer the phone
Can you like give me your other phone number?
[Chamillionaire:] Didn't you call me like fifteen minutes ago anyways?
My line been beepin for the last hour, I know that's you callin
[Woman:] That's cause I want to talk to you, and you like, you never answer when I call this number
And I know that like other people have the other number
Like that's your main number that you answer
So I want that number, so I can call you
[Chamillionaire:] Cause you don't be havin anything to talk about
[Woman:] Dude, stop saying that, you just not on the phone with anybody
[Chamillionaire:] I'm busy, okay
[Woman:] I mean I am understand if you're working, that's fine
Like you know, give me the number and I'll you know, call you back a little bit later
[Chamillionaire:] Alright, look, write this down, 832-514-4730
[Woman:] Okay
[Chamillionaire:] I mean, I'm a call you back anyways
[Woman:] And you're gonna call me right back?
[Chamillionaire:] I'm a call you right back
[Woman:] Okay
[Chamillionaire:] Peace
[Woman:] Thanks
Bye
[Chamillionaire:] Psyche
[Chamillionaire:] Hello?
[Woman:] What you doing?
[Chamillionaire:] I'm on the other line talkin business
[Woman:] Uhh, no you're not
[Chamillionaire:] No, I'm on a conference call, real talk
[Woman:] You're not on a conference call
[Chamillionaire:] I am on a conference call
[Woman:] Look, you don't ever answer the phone
Can you like give me your other phone number?
[Chamillionaire:] Didn't you call me like fifteen minutes ago anyways?
My line been beepin for the last hour, I know that's you callin
[Woman:] That's cause I want to talk to you, and you like, you never answer when I call this number
And I know that like other people have the other number
Like that's your main number that you answer
So I want that number, so I can call you
[Chamillionaire:] Cause you don't be havin anything to talk about
[Woman:] Dude, stop saying that, you just not on the phone with anybody
[Chamillionaire:] I'm busy, okay
[Woman:] I mean I am understand if you're working, that's fine
Like you know, give me the number and I'll you know, call you back a little bit later
[Chamillionaire:] Alright, look, write this down, 832-514-4730
[Woman:] Okay
[Chamillionaire:] I mean, I'm a call you back anyways
[Woman:] And you're gonna call me right back?
[Chamillionaire:] I'm a call you right back
[Woman:] Okay
[Chamillionaire:] Peace
[Woman:] Thanks
Bye
[Chamillionaire:] Psyche
Answer Machine 3 lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Intro - Chamillionaire]
You just reached the answer machine
When you call me, I'm never answerin
Umm, I be always hustlin, so that's the reason that I'm gone
So maybe you will understand, why I can't pick up the phone
(Leave a message)
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Yes she's a pro (pro), sex and a slow (slow)
American Idol, a professional show (woo)
Givin you a vote and it's impressive to know
When she open her mouth that she was destined to blow (whoa)
How you tell me you ain't impressed with my dough?
This ain't the type of money you done messed with before
Stretchin the dough (dough), best with the flow (flow)
Sick the way I spit, they say I'm blessed with a cold
Touchin your body, leave your flesh with a glow
Chasin the Pussycat and tryin to get with Nicole
Really that's a myth, my confession is no (no)
Really I'm on the grind and tryin to get with the dough (dough)
Game's to be sold, can you dig what I'm sellin?
If it's a crime, they gon' say that I'm felon
Sexual eruption, you eruptin like seven
While I'm singin out, I just want to +F You+ like Devin
Lights, cameras, action, I hope you're not Ellen
Talk show, is exactly what you're not gettin
Money's my cologne and the scent that I'm smellin
So gold diggin women say my scent is like heaven, heaven, heaven
Shocked when I knocked her
Love my company, but that's a Gamble like Proctor
Before your boyfriend sneak up on you like 'got ya!' (got ya)
Better straighten up like posture
[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
I'm not your - baby
Your baby, your baby, your baby
I'm not your - baby
Your baby, your baby, your baby
And you so - crazy
So crazy, so crazy, so crazy
And you so - crazy
So crazyyyyy
You really need to stop callin my phone
[Break - Woman - talking]
Hello?
So why are you not answerin the phone
You said you were going to call me right back
And it's been like a minute and a half
And I don't know why you would say you would call me right back
If right back, isn't right back
I mean when I say I'm going to call you right back
I call you right, back
And I mean I just don't understand why your not answering the phone
If you don't want to talk to me
It's like why ...
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
Errr, message erased, got to get to the cake
You actin like a billion is easy to make
Other rappers out there tryin to get an estate
That's a house, while I'm out tryin to get me a state
Uh, so now you tryin to get all of my case
And I just met you last week, you should try brakes
Slow yourself down, now I'm ready to migrate
Should have never hit you back on myspace
(I'm not your baby)
[Break - Woman - talking]
So I'm, I'm still waitin for you to call me back
I don't know what you're doing
What you're not doing, who you're with
Like, you need to talk to me, okay?
We need some, we have to talk about some things
I miss you, I haven't seen you
It's been like, three days
And I just want to know where you are
I just want to hear your voice
You know like, you have no idea how it makes me feel
Knowing that your doing, whatever your doing
You know, and, and your not checking on me
And I'm checking on you
I want somebody to call me
The way I call you, I mean I can ...
[Verse 3 - Chamillionaire]
Errr, message erased, you ain't even my chick (chick)
And three days ago, you saw the profile pic (pic)
On the internet, talkin like you legit
And a Stan is a man, but you must be a Sis
Better bother Rapper Rick, or go call K.J.
Better call Masa or pick up May Bay
Go and call Tyson or go call Ray J
Call Hurricane and he might say (A Bay Bay)
[Outro - Operator Recording]
"The number you have reached is not in service at this time
And there is no new number
Please be sure you have checked the telephone directory for the right number
And you are dialing correctly
This is a recording
If you need help, you need help, hang up, hang up
And then di, and then di, and then di" [echo]
[Female voice:] Chamillitary mayne
You just reached the answer machine
When you call me, I'm never answerin
Umm, I be always hustlin, so that's the reason that I'm gone
So maybe you will understand, why I can't pick up the phone
(Leave a message)
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Yes she's a pro (pro), sex and a slow (slow)
American Idol, a professional show (woo)
Givin you a vote and it's impressive to know
When she open her mouth that she was destined to blow (whoa)
How you tell me you ain't impressed with my dough?
This ain't the type of money you done messed with before
Stretchin the dough (dough), best with the flow (flow)
Sick the way I spit, they say I'm blessed with a cold
Touchin your body, leave your flesh with a glow
Chasin the Pussycat and tryin to get with Nicole
Really that's a myth, my confession is no (no)
Really I'm on the grind and tryin to get with the dough (dough)
Game's to be sold, can you dig what I'm sellin?
If it's a crime, they gon' say that I'm felon
Sexual eruption, you eruptin like seven
While I'm singin out, I just want to +F You+ like Devin
Lights, cameras, action, I hope you're not Ellen
Talk show, is exactly what you're not gettin
Money's my cologne and the scent that I'm smellin
So gold diggin women say my scent is like heaven, heaven, heaven
Shocked when I knocked her
Love my company, but that's a Gamble like Proctor
Before your boyfriend sneak up on you like 'got ya!' (got ya)
Better straighten up like posture
[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
I'm not your - baby
Your baby, your baby, your baby
I'm not your - baby
Your baby, your baby, your baby
And you so - crazy
So crazy, so crazy, so crazy
And you so - crazy
So crazyyyyy
You really need to stop callin my phone
[Break - Woman - talking]
Hello?
So why are you not answerin the phone
You said you were going to call me right back
And it's been like a minute and a half
And I don't know why you would say you would call me right back
If right back, isn't right back
I mean when I say I'm going to call you right back
I call you right, back
And I mean I just don't understand why your not answering the phone
If you don't want to talk to me
It's like why ...
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
Errr, message erased, got to get to the cake
You actin like a billion is easy to make
Other rappers out there tryin to get an estate
That's a house, while I'm out tryin to get me a state
Uh, so now you tryin to get all of my case
And I just met you last week, you should try brakes
Slow yourself down, now I'm ready to migrate
Should have never hit you back on myspace
(I'm not your baby)
[Break - Woman - talking]
So I'm, I'm still waitin for you to call me back
I don't know what you're doing
What you're not doing, who you're with
Like, you need to talk to me, okay?
We need some, we have to talk about some things
I miss you, I haven't seen you
It's been like, three days
And I just want to know where you are
I just want to hear your voice
You know like, you have no idea how it makes me feel
Knowing that your doing, whatever your doing
You know, and, and your not checking on me
And I'm checking on you
I want somebody to call me
The way I call you, I mean I can ...
[Verse 3 - Chamillionaire]
Errr, message erased, you ain't even my chick (chick)
And three days ago, you saw the profile pic (pic)
On the internet, talkin like you legit
And a Stan is a man, but you must be a Sis
Better bother Rapper Rick, or go call K.J.
Better call Masa or pick up May Bay
Go and call Tyson or go call Ray J
Call Hurricane and he might say (A Bay Bay)
[Outro - Operator Recording]
"The number you have reached is not in service at this time
And there is no new number
Please be sure you have checked the telephone directory for the right number
And you are dialing correctly
This is a recording
If you need help, you need help, hang up, hang up
And then di, and then di, and then di" [echo]
[Female voice:] Chamillitary mayne
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