Let's get it
[Verse - Chamillionaire]
Ben Franklin, that's gon' be my mascot
'Cause for the dead presidents, I'll pull the mask out [gun cocked]
Countin plenty dough, look how good my math got
Never hoop a bad shot because I shoot with that pop [gunshot]
While y'all was watchin Kobe jumpin over a car
I was in a G4 jumpin over a mall
Get a telescope, 'cause I know I'm a star
All my millions got me feelin like I'm a over the law
Hold too much dough for me to throw in a palm
It'll take a day to count it, I'm a show ya tomorrow
Rollin with a weapon like I know that it's war
Get blitzed for your chips and you'll be holdin your jaw
Last time I took a loss but now I'm ready to win
Competition doesn't listen, you can never defend
Vince Carter how a baller always bendin the rim
Then I go and purchase more so I can bend 'em again
Chain lookin stolen, ain't embezzled a gem
So I gotta hold that iron like I've been in the gym
I ain't goin back to record labels ever again
My account would probably have to get to negative ten
Naw, I don't mess with Jordan, I'll leave that one to Nelly
But I got plenty cake like the Snackwells, Little Debbie
Want that (California Love) like that Mak and a veli
So in a California club, I'm a pass it to Felli
Told Famous you'll be famous hit me back on your celly
We can go hit Vegas up and blow a stack when you're ready
Always knew I had that glow like all the rappers in "Belly"
They call me Prince Hakeem 'cause now I'm back with the semi
[gunshots], uh
[Chorus - Chamillionaire - 2X]
I'm still gettin money, I'm still gettin money
I'm still gettin money, gettin money mayne
In My City Mayne lyrics - Chamillionaire
(Mayne, Cannon, Cannon)
[Verse - Chamillionaire]
Northside, Northside, man I love that Northside
Shout out to the little Korean lady 'cause she starch my
Jeans, super clean, yes I'm clean as her detergent
Hoppin in the 'burban to do what we call swervin (mayne)
It's the Southside, got me ridin past Worth and
Lights in the trunk, givin boppers the diversion
Got the burner, phone from a hustler in a turban
Still lookin for 'em 'cause today it isn't workin (mayne)
Swervin, got my eyes open for the pot hole
Messed up my 26 inch, number cuatro
Don't happen a lot though, chunk a deuce to vato
That's the little homie that I'm knowin that'll knock yo (mayne)
Hard headed cranium, that's if you ever play with him
I don't know what arcade all you suckers think you playin in
Can't calm him down, no, nothin you can say to him
Get back to your crib, you best be happy that you made it then
The fade is in, so I had to go and cut off the braids
Got the Northside tradin all they braids for some waves
Koopa he don't know the definition of play
Makin moves in the underground, it's like a subway (mayne)
Southside, Southside, man I love that Southside
Vacuum the inside, waxin up the outside
Reason why my couch wide is 'cause I'm always out my
Radius, my alias will leave you in the chalk line (mayne)
Zip code, sick fo's, pickin out some sick vogues
Daily I just hear 'em sayin "where the heck you get those?"
Hit the club with Lil' O, told me (Playas Get Chose)
And I keep it playa but I'm stayin on my tip toes (mayne)
Can't take on the phone, conversations get too lengthy
Drivin from my home to Oklahoma in a Bentley
Sayin I'm conceded just make sure you say it gently
Bought a building on the North just 'cause that ho said "rent me" (mayne)
Twenty, K for the leather and the candy
But if I need the hook up I'm a get the stuff from Nancy
They gave me a ticket 'cause my whip was dressed too fancy
Runners gonna be done with the mixtapes, they like "it can't be"
[Outro - Chamillionaire - talking]
Hold up, you already know what it is
Mixtape Messiah Part 7, the final chapter
There will be none after
Yeah, I said that, none after
We done baby
Don't get it twisted though
I'm tryin to build a new brand called Major Pain
So I need everybody that's out there, that's supportin the movement
To support that
Chamillitary's still the name that's runnin the game
Major Pain is the new thing, know what I'm talkin 'bout?
Let's get it, uh, Koopa
[Verse - Chamillionaire]
Northside, Northside, man I love that Northside
Shout out to the little Korean lady 'cause she starch my
Jeans, super clean, yes I'm clean as her detergent
Hoppin in the 'burban to do what we call swervin (mayne)
It's the Southside, got me ridin past Worth and
Lights in the trunk, givin boppers the diversion
Got the burner, phone from a hustler in a turban
Still lookin for 'em 'cause today it isn't workin (mayne)
Swervin, got my eyes open for the pot hole
Messed up my 26 inch, number cuatro
Don't happen a lot though, chunk a deuce to vato
That's the little homie that I'm knowin that'll knock yo (mayne)
Hard headed cranium, that's if you ever play with him
I don't know what arcade all you suckers think you playin in
Can't calm him down, no, nothin you can say to him
Get back to your crib, you best be happy that you made it then
The fade is in, so I had to go and cut off the braids
Got the Northside tradin all they braids for some waves
Koopa he don't know the definition of play
Makin moves in the underground, it's like a subway (mayne)
Southside, Southside, man I love that Southside
Vacuum the inside, waxin up the outside
Reason why my couch wide is 'cause I'm always out my
Radius, my alias will leave you in the chalk line (mayne)
Zip code, sick fo's, pickin out some sick vogues
Daily I just hear 'em sayin "where the heck you get those?"
Hit the club with Lil' O, told me (Playas Get Chose)
And I keep it playa but I'm stayin on my tip toes (mayne)
Can't take on the phone, conversations get too lengthy
Drivin from my home to Oklahoma in a Bentley
Sayin I'm conceded just make sure you say it gently
Bought a building on the North just 'cause that ho said "rent me" (mayne)
Twenty, K for the leather and the candy
But if I need the hook up I'm a get the stuff from Nancy
They gave me a ticket 'cause my whip was dressed too fancy
Runners gonna be done with the mixtapes, they like "it can't be"
[Outro - Chamillionaire - talking]
Hold up, you already know what it is
Mixtape Messiah Part 7, the final chapter
There will be none after
Yeah, I said that, none after
We done baby
Don't get it twisted though
I'm tryin to build a new brand called Major Pain
So I need everybody that's out there, that's supportin the movement
To support that
Chamillitary's still the name that's runnin the game
Major Pain is the new thing, know what I'm talkin 'bout?
Let's get it, uh, Koopa
Big Deal lyrics - Chamillionaire
(Rapid Ric)
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Uh, I'm kinda like a big deal
The reason they gettin pissed is 'cause I'm still liftin fifth wheel
The mission was to get mills
No risk 'cause I get chips so it ain't need to wish steel
So y'all gon' have to fall back
The fact they tried to take your boy to court and I fought back
The suit I'm in is boss black
Don't get a round of applause 'cause the heater always on clap
And when I'm, ridin I never rent 'em
Cars' black so I tint 'em, need haters so I invent 'em
I love it baby like Vegas the way I get 'em
Pockets' deep so I stay with a stack of chips in my denim
Soon as I hit the streets, they was sayin I'm (The One)
Soon as I got in beef, tried to tell me I was done
Soon as I put it down, I hear everybody come
Only (King) that's as "Trill" in the (Underground) is Bun
[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
They whisperin about me but can't nobody stop me
How the bootleggers got me? I ain't even got a copy
Pardon me I must say, I'm kinda like a big deal
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
See Uncle Sam must of not been really talkin to me
They told me to hit the Army and "be all I can be"
So I hit the studio and went and talked to the beat
And they told me to get the cheese like it's all you can eat
See if you ain't really hungry, then you boys should retreat
One out of thirteen called part of a fleet
I'm ridin in somethin foreign that don't start with a key
I can't even much pronounce it but it start with a 'T'
You wanna chase money? I got varsity speed
But you can't school me like I balls in the league
Rollin with a ten, really hard 'cause of greed
They be yellin at the moon and still barkin at trees
Koopa vision like a martian that sees
I'm lookin down on the World like "get off of my D"
They told me to hustle hard but how hard can it be?
I drop on the internet but it's all for the streets
[Chorus]
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Uh, I'm kinda like a big deal
The reason they gettin pissed is 'cause I'm still liftin fifth wheel
The mission was to get mills
No risk 'cause I get chips so it ain't need to wish steel
So y'all gon' have to fall back
The fact they tried to take your boy to court and I fought back
The suit I'm in is boss black
Don't get a round of applause 'cause the heater always on clap
And when I'm, ridin I never rent 'em
Cars' black so I tint 'em, need haters so I invent 'em
I love it baby like Vegas the way I get 'em
Pockets' deep so I stay with a stack of chips in my denim
Soon as I hit the streets, they was sayin I'm (The One)
Soon as I got in beef, tried to tell me I was done
Soon as I put it down, I hear everybody come
Only (King) that's as "Trill" in the (Underground) is Bun
[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
They whisperin about me but can't nobody stop me
How the bootleggers got me? I ain't even got a copy
Pardon me I must say, I'm kinda like a big deal
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
See Uncle Sam must of not been really talkin to me
They told me to hit the Army and "be all I can be"
So I hit the studio and went and talked to the beat
And they told me to get the cheese like it's all you can eat
See if you ain't really hungry, then you boys should retreat
One out of thirteen called part of a fleet
I'm ridin in somethin foreign that don't start with a key
I can't even much pronounce it but it start with a 'T'
You wanna chase money? I got varsity speed
But you can't school me like I balls in the league
Rollin with a ten, really hard 'cause of greed
They be yellin at the moon and still barkin at trees
Koopa vision like a martian that sees
I'm lookin down on the World like "get off of my D"
They told me to hustle hard but how hard can it be?
I drop on the internet but it's all for the streets
[Chorus]
I'm 2 Good lyrics - Chamillionaire
["hey" repeated in the background throughout the entire song]
[Intro - Chamillionaire - talking]
Hold up
You know I gotta hit 'em with the wittiness, huh?
That's that old Koopa, that's that throwback
Know what I'm talkin 'bout?
Uh, DJ Rapid Ric
I'm a do this real smooth, one take, I promise
Hahaha, know what I'm talkin 'bout?
Chamillitary in the house
Let's get with it, uh
[Verse - Chamillionaire]
Let's get busy, I'm so witty
Take a spin in my Bentley girl, let's get dizzy
Told Johnny "Make Da Band", wrist blessed like Diddy
Got that old money baby let's get drizzy
Money too grown, so I chase them Young Bucks
I'm not from Cashville but I get the funds up
I'm pickin up all my money in a rented dump truck
Swangin in somethin hard and off the chain like nunchucks
Little boys actin like they bars the same
I'm too sharp with the punches, I carve the brain
So sick with the spit, they get nauseous mayne
Every time I leave the booth, I see a carpet stain
I'm the Northside Answer, H-Town Chancellor
Leo, Sagittarius, Scorpio or Cancer
Yes I'm "The Boss" like Tony Danza to Samantha
Don't mess around and make me make you an example
In Ohio, the chicks that I know
Tell me that my flow must came out The Bible
No reason to lie for, each word to die for
Sidekicks can stand back, one set is my show
My flow you know that's the bet
Change your mind and bring cash if that's a check
Set trends 'til the end with rap I'm blessed
Before the Koopa's there's a King, that's respect
[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
On my money, on my hood
I'm too fly, I'm too good
Touch my cash, wish you could
On that grind, I'm too good
I'm too good, I'm too good
At hustlin like you wish you could
I'm too good, I'm too good
At hustlin like you wish you could
[Intro - Chamillionaire - talking]
Hold up
You know I gotta hit 'em with the wittiness, huh?
That's that old Koopa, that's that throwback
Know what I'm talkin 'bout?
Uh, DJ Rapid Ric
I'm a do this real smooth, one take, I promise
Hahaha, know what I'm talkin 'bout?
Chamillitary in the house
Let's get with it, uh
[Verse - Chamillionaire]
Let's get busy, I'm so witty
Take a spin in my Bentley girl, let's get dizzy
Told Johnny "Make Da Band", wrist blessed like Diddy
Got that old money baby let's get drizzy
Money too grown, so I chase them Young Bucks
I'm not from Cashville but I get the funds up
I'm pickin up all my money in a rented dump truck
Swangin in somethin hard and off the chain like nunchucks
Little boys actin like they bars the same
I'm too sharp with the punches, I carve the brain
So sick with the spit, they get nauseous mayne
Every time I leave the booth, I see a carpet stain
I'm the Northside Answer, H-Town Chancellor
Leo, Sagittarius, Scorpio or Cancer
Yes I'm "The Boss" like Tony Danza to Samantha
Don't mess around and make me make you an example
In Ohio, the chicks that I know
Tell me that my flow must came out The Bible
No reason to lie for, each word to die for
Sidekicks can stand back, one set is my show
My flow you know that's the bet
Change your mind and bring cash if that's a check
Set trends 'til the end with rap I'm blessed
Before the Koopa's there's a King, that's respect
[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
On my money, on my hood
I'm too fly, I'm too good
Touch my cash, wish you could
On that grind, I'm too good
I'm too good, I'm too good
At hustlin like you wish you could
I'm too good, I'm too good
At hustlin like you wish you could
How We Do It lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Intro - Chamillionaire - talking]
Chamillionaire.com
It's the Mixtape Don
Hold up Ric
We got to take 'em back, know what I'm talkin 'bout?
Yeah, y'all know the number 832-514-4730
That's the line man, y'all hit me and let me know what go down
Know what I'm talkin 'bout? Yeah
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Verses so thoed, so the records got sold
22 years old with a mouth full of gold
We in Cleveland on the road, seem like everybody knows
That if you work hard enough, the truth'll expose
Got in beef with Mike Jones, dropped a lot of beef songs
Then the day I got grown and made peace with Mike Jones
In Texas seem like everybody hustlin to keep the lights on
Well cut the mic on
Mayne, had some tension with Paul 'cause that used to be my dog
And it seem like everybody else was tryin to get the ball
But they be said naw, that's the day we impressed
I guess I had to learn to get my own, am I "Correct"?
Now with checks on my desk and my jewelry lookin fresh
And when it come to success, bet nobody can contest
Get love in your city, you'll get hate in your own city too
You know it's all cool, man
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
Freestyle got better, jump shot got worse
So was basketball last and makin rap cash first
Doin rap concerts, that's what I call work
And soon as I hit the turf, the white girls go berserk
Really I ain't never had a whole lot of family
I had to go adopt a VMA and then a Grammy
Talkin to a person that ain't never met a granny
It's lonely at the top, you understand me?
But I still keep it movin, keep the money comin fast
They say the big challenge is to get the dough to mass
Savin money in my stash, movin like the Flash
But it seem the day is longer than the neck on a giraffe
Got Cokes in the cooler, headed to the Kappa Beach
Boys callin for a ride, why you actin like a leech?
1's on my feet, brand new chain and the piece
Every other stop sign I'm takin pictures with a freak, hold up
[Outro - Chamillionaire - talking]
I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm the realest
I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm the realest
I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm the realest eva
Chamillionaire.com
It's the Mixtape Don
Hold up Ric
We got to take 'em back, know what I'm talkin 'bout?
Yeah, y'all know the number 832-514-4730
That's the line man, y'all hit me and let me know what go down
Know what I'm talkin 'bout? Yeah
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Verses so thoed, so the records got sold
22 years old with a mouth full of gold
We in Cleveland on the road, seem like everybody knows
That if you work hard enough, the truth'll expose
Got in beef with Mike Jones, dropped a lot of beef songs
Then the day I got grown and made peace with Mike Jones
In Texas seem like everybody hustlin to keep the lights on
Well cut the mic on
Mayne, had some tension with Paul 'cause that used to be my dog
And it seem like everybody else was tryin to get the ball
But they be said naw, that's the day we impressed
I guess I had to learn to get my own, am I "Correct"?
Now with checks on my desk and my jewelry lookin fresh
And when it come to success, bet nobody can contest
Get love in your city, you'll get hate in your own city too
You know it's all cool, man
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
Freestyle got better, jump shot got worse
So was basketball last and makin rap cash first
Doin rap concerts, that's what I call work
And soon as I hit the turf, the white girls go berserk
Really I ain't never had a whole lot of family
I had to go adopt a VMA and then a Grammy
Talkin to a person that ain't never met a granny
It's lonely at the top, you understand me?
But I still keep it movin, keep the money comin fast
They say the big challenge is to get the dough to mass
Savin money in my stash, movin like the Flash
But it seem the day is longer than the neck on a giraffe
Got Cokes in the cooler, headed to the Kappa Beach
Boys callin for a ride, why you actin like a leech?
1's on my feet, brand new chain and the piece
Every other stop sign I'm takin pictures with a freak, hold up
[Outro - Chamillionaire - talking]
I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm the realest
I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm the realest
I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm the realest eva
The Realeast Eva lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
I'm the realest eva, no I don't need no proof
I'm-I'm the realest eva, no I don't need no proof
I'm-I'm-I'm the realest eva, no I'm the realest eva
No I'm the realest eva, no I don't need no proof
[Verse - Chamillionaire]
Yeah, racist people look at me like I'm a martian
Check the card, yeah my money lookin dark skinned
Tell the bank teller the black President just walked in
Pac-Man with the grands, I'm, I'm starvin
Fresh to death feelin like I'm in a coffin (yeah)
Take it with me, I'll get buried in my vault then (yeah)
Just watch your Queen baby like a poker cards fan
I tap that and then play her like GarageBand
Carson Daly baby, I be on that paper route
Did it, count it, took it to the bank, deposit, take it out
Uncle Sam be on the nuts but that ain't what I'm thinkin 'bout
Counterfeit the bank and countin, paid 'em with a fake amount (woo)
She ain't really wanna tell ya that she love me
I'm a hop out the closet and jump on ya chick like "Chuckie"
It's the Chamillionaire but they callin me "Mr. Money"
Throw some money my way and I bet I won't miss the money
H-Town where I'm a see ya, pullin my slab right down to feed her
H-Town, yeah I'm the leader, never met Oprah but I'm a meet her
Caddy clean, two seater, Excursion, a few seater
Stop beggin, 'cause my Benz'll turn into a not you seater
Cristal, don't ever drink it but I will get paid to think it
Upload this verse and link it, I sure Will like Jada Pinkett
Four wheels, fo's peel, fill it up, it cost four bills
Better not get in my way 'cause I'll turn y'all to roadkill, yeah
[Chorus]
I'm the realest eva, no I don't need no proof
I'm-I'm the realest eva, no I don't need no proof
I'm-I'm-I'm the realest eva, no I'm the realest eva
No I'm the realest eva, no I don't need no proof
[Verse - Chamillionaire]
Yeah, racist people look at me like I'm a martian
Check the card, yeah my money lookin dark skinned
Tell the bank teller the black President just walked in
Pac-Man with the grands, I'm, I'm starvin
Fresh to death feelin like I'm in a coffin (yeah)
Take it with me, I'll get buried in my vault then (yeah)
Just watch your Queen baby like a poker cards fan
I tap that and then play her like GarageBand
Carson Daly baby, I be on that paper route
Did it, count it, took it to the bank, deposit, take it out
Uncle Sam be on the nuts but that ain't what I'm thinkin 'bout
Counterfeit the bank and countin, paid 'em with a fake amount (woo)
She ain't really wanna tell ya that she love me
I'm a hop out the closet and jump on ya chick like "Chuckie"
It's the Chamillionaire but they callin me "Mr. Money"
Throw some money my way and I bet I won't miss the money
H-Town where I'm a see ya, pullin my slab right down to feed her
H-Town, yeah I'm the leader, never met Oprah but I'm a meet her
Caddy clean, two seater, Excursion, a few seater
Stop beggin, 'cause my Benz'll turn into a not you seater
Cristal, don't ever drink it but I will get paid to think it
Upload this verse and link it, I sure Will like Jada Pinkett
Four wheels, fo's peel, fill it up, it cost four bills
Better not get in my way 'cause I'll turn y'all to roadkill, yeah
[Chorus]
Ain't Nobody lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Chorus - Chamillionaire - 2X]
Ain't nobody cool as me
Ain't nobody cool as me
Ain't nobody, ain't nobody, ain't nobody cool as me
Hold up
[Verse - Chamillionaire]
First of all let's talk about these leeches that be on my sack
Thinkin that I'm gon' get sacked, I Reggie Bush your cornerback
The realest that's on a plaque, the realest to get on a track
Just point me to where you at and I'll visit it on a map
No I'm not gonna say your name, you too lame to be announced
Keep my name up out your mouth and my success gonna take it out
To me it's raining in a drought, you fakers that's fadin out
You mad 'cause I'm what it is and just what it ain't about
And I came with a gang of clout, showed up with a Rapid Ric
He came with a stack of chips you can't explain with a adjective (huh, huh)
Catch me chillin with Victoria models
I be on twenty hour flights, layin horizontal
And you will want to but you can't even fathom
You ain't headed to the Opera, you can't even Phantom
See I hear 'em talkin but I can't understand 'em
These rappers hate the King but can't say that he isn't jammin
You say you hate me and think you rap so greatly
You should step up to the plate, do your best to replace me
That's what I thought, you can't do it, 'cause you ain't me
You flowin in a analog and I'm flowin in HD
Don't get a fan and a male groupie to confuse faker
Confuse it with a male groupie, it's probably you hater
Forget a newspaper, I'm tryin to do new data
So stuck to the viral money, it's feelin like glue paper
F it, I'm 'bout to get rid of my whole fleet
Just gon' keep any car that came before '03
Whole league, guacamole, I am on key
They said you have to be the best, so I'll just own me, yeah
[Chorus]
Ain't nobody cool as me
Ain't nobody cool as me
Ain't nobody, ain't nobody, ain't nobody cool as me
Hold up
[Verse - Chamillionaire]
First of all let's talk about these leeches that be on my sack
Thinkin that I'm gon' get sacked, I Reggie Bush your cornerback
The realest that's on a plaque, the realest to get on a track
Just point me to where you at and I'll visit it on a map
No I'm not gonna say your name, you too lame to be announced
Keep my name up out your mouth and my success gonna take it out
To me it's raining in a drought, you fakers that's fadin out
You mad 'cause I'm what it is and just what it ain't about
And I came with a gang of clout, showed up with a Rapid Ric
He came with a stack of chips you can't explain with a adjective (huh, huh)
Catch me chillin with Victoria models
I be on twenty hour flights, layin horizontal
And you will want to but you can't even fathom
You ain't headed to the Opera, you can't even Phantom
See I hear 'em talkin but I can't understand 'em
These rappers hate the King but can't say that he isn't jammin
You say you hate me and think you rap so greatly
You should step up to the plate, do your best to replace me
That's what I thought, you can't do it, 'cause you ain't me
You flowin in a analog and I'm flowin in HD
Don't get a fan and a male groupie to confuse faker
Confuse it with a male groupie, it's probably you hater
Forget a newspaper, I'm tryin to do new data
So stuck to the viral money, it's feelin like glue paper
F it, I'm 'bout to get rid of my whole fleet
Just gon' keep any car that came before '03
Whole league, guacamole, I am on key
They said you have to be the best, so I'll just own me, yeah
[Chorus]
King Of Tomorrow lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Intro - Sratched Chamillionaire samples]
"I-I-I already made it"
"I-I-I already made it"
"I-I-I already made it"
"I already made it, made it, made it"
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Y'all say that they relevant, I say they embellishin
Keep gettin better, I told 'em that I'm developin
The throne still in the same spot that I set it in
Did have the "Venom" until I drank all the medicine
You're pelicans, your mouth too big so
Won't give you the info, I'll give ya the intro
I'll give ya the hello and I skip to the hell no
I'm knowin that the money the reason you there for
A tall figure, all y'all are raw dinner
I hover about all y'all like Godzilla
I'm crossin a, right, left on a tall sinner
Y'all NBA after W 'cause I ball bigger
What if your fans outnumbered by all your haters
Take a trip to Barbados, enter into hiatus
Enter into a round with no entry for entertainers
We could of did that but instead we just recreate us
So now you are lookin at the brand new we
'Cause it would take a hundred of y'all to make a brand new me
And the man you see, will open man you free
Hit ya chick and then exit when I get a N-U-T
Even without the punchlines, I'm still in front of the line
My (Destiny) was not a (Child), she a woman that's fine
She got me permanently tatted on the back of her spine
I'm 2009, y'all 2000 behind
When the heck did we let all these self promoters get on?
Tired of DJ's always yellin over most of the song
What you smokin on? Michael Phelps must of hand you his bong
You can't tell me nothin if you think you know that I'm wrong
Blog after blog with another mixtape to gossip
You and you did it and you are an accomplice
The messed up part is y'all ain't even makin hotness
Stop it, the mixtapes, you shouldn't even drop it
I taught y'all youngin's how to hit a lick
And you didn't make love to it, you got up in it and you hit it quick
Soon as you got a nut you actin like you innocent
Actin like this little ugly baby isn't even his
All y'all the fathers of what we left with
To hell with this relationship, I'll move on to my next chick
They had life but I gave the tapes a death wish
No competition, the Messiahs' are the best-est
[Break - Chamillionaire - talking ("scratched Chamillionaire samples")]
R.I.P.
("I-I-I-I-I-I-I already made it")
Yeah, pray for me
("I-I-I already made it")
Hold up
("I-I-I-I-I-I already made it")
("All-all-all-all my-all my-all my-all my Mini Me's can have it")
[Outro - Chamillionaire - talking]
Yeah I meant it when I said we was done man
Everybody keep talkin like they don't think I'm serious man
We done with the legacy, we done with the dynasty
We done with the Mixtape Messiah run, it's been fun
Wakin up every night, gettin in the studio doin nothin but freestyles man
It's a little crazy man
You know? I spend 100, out of a 100% of my time
I spend 85% of my time in the studio doin mixtape freestyles
And I can't go as far as I want with 'em
So I decided to switch it up
And now I spend a 100% of my time in the studio makin real songs man
Y'all can't keep comparin my mixtape work to everybody else
It's a unfair advantage
So a, now we gonna do is, we gonna create a new brand called Major Pain
That's gonna be the name that's runnin the game, know what I'm sayin?
New music all on authentic and original beats, know what I'm sayin?
Somethin fresh, somethin new
We got to switch it up man, can't keep doin the same thing
Everybody else in Texas, y'all need to follow my lead man
Put out some real songs, some real music
Real content, know what I'm talkin 'bout?
If you already doin that, then you shouldn't feel offended
If you are offended, then so what?
It's the King, Koopa
[Pimp C sample]
"And a fight go with that"
"I-I get tore up, I-I get tore up under city lights" (city lights, city lights)
"I-I-I already made it"
"I-I-I already made it"
"I-I-I already made it"
"I already made it, made it, made it"
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Y'all say that they relevant, I say they embellishin
Keep gettin better, I told 'em that I'm developin
The throne still in the same spot that I set it in
Did have the "Venom" until I drank all the medicine
You're pelicans, your mouth too big so
Won't give you the info, I'll give ya the intro
I'll give ya the hello and I skip to the hell no
I'm knowin that the money the reason you there for
A tall figure, all y'all are raw dinner
I hover about all y'all like Godzilla
I'm crossin a, right, left on a tall sinner
Y'all NBA after W 'cause I ball bigger
What if your fans outnumbered by all your haters
Take a trip to Barbados, enter into hiatus
Enter into a round with no entry for entertainers
We could of did that but instead we just recreate us
So now you are lookin at the brand new we
'Cause it would take a hundred of y'all to make a brand new me
And the man you see, will open man you free
Hit ya chick and then exit when I get a N-U-T
Even without the punchlines, I'm still in front of the line
My (Destiny) was not a (Child), she a woman that's fine
She got me permanently tatted on the back of her spine
I'm 2009, y'all 2000 behind
When the heck did we let all these self promoters get on?
Tired of DJ's always yellin over most of the song
What you smokin on? Michael Phelps must of hand you his bong
You can't tell me nothin if you think you know that I'm wrong
Blog after blog with another mixtape to gossip
You and you did it and you are an accomplice
The messed up part is y'all ain't even makin hotness
Stop it, the mixtapes, you shouldn't even drop it
I taught y'all youngin's how to hit a lick
And you didn't make love to it, you got up in it and you hit it quick
Soon as you got a nut you actin like you innocent
Actin like this little ugly baby isn't even his
All y'all the fathers of what we left with
To hell with this relationship, I'll move on to my next chick
They had life but I gave the tapes a death wish
No competition, the Messiahs' are the best-est
[Break - Chamillionaire - talking ("scratched Chamillionaire samples")]
R.I.P.
("I-I-I-I-I-I-I already made it")
Yeah, pray for me
("I-I-I already made it")
Hold up
("I-I-I-I-I-I already made it")
("All-all-all-all my-all my-all my-all my Mini Me's can have it")
[Outro - Chamillionaire - talking]
Yeah I meant it when I said we was done man
Everybody keep talkin like they don't think I'm serious man
We done with the legacy, we done with the dynasty
We done with the Mixtape Messiah run, it's been fun
Wakin up every night, gettin in the studio doin nothin but freestyles man
It's a little crazy man
You know? I spend 100, out of a 100% of my time
I spend 85% of my time in the studio doin mixtape freestyles
And I can't go as far as I want with 'em
So I decided to switch it up
And now I spend a 100% of my time in the studio makin real songs man
Y'all can't keep comparin my mixtape work to everybody else
It's a unfair advantage
So a, now we gonna do is, we gonna create a new brand called Major Pain
That's gonna be the name that's runnin the game, know what I'm sayin?
New music all on authentic and original beats, know what I'm sayin?
Somethin fresh, somethin new
We got to switch it up man, can't keep doin the same thing
Everybody else in Texas, y'all need to follow my lead man
Put out some real songs, some real music
Real content, know what I'm talkin 'bout?
If you already doin that, then you shouldn't feel offended
If you are offended, then so what?
It's the King, Koopa
[Pimp C sample]
"And a fight go with that"
"I-I get tore up, I-I get tore up under city lights" (city lights, city lights)
City Lights lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Chorus - Pimp C sample - 2X]
I-I get tore up, I-I get tore up under city lights
Tore up every city, I get tore up under city lights
I-I get tore up, I-I get tore up under city lights
Tore up under city lights, tore up under city lights
[Chamillionaire talking over Chorus]
Okay, yeah, hold up
King Koopa baby
Still slidin, uh
Under city baby
Uh
[Verse - Chamillionaire]
They said you can't take money with you, so it ain't no need to save it
I'm burnin Ben Franklin like he asked to be cremated
Don't congratulate it, if you hate it before I made it
While you haters was born, so it's a happy belated
Wonder why I'm here, I saw a trail and then I blazed it
Good at what I do 'cause every move is calculated
Learn to watch my cash if any chick that I done dated
Those who tried to play me look at my life in amazement
Look up to the Lord and I pray to stay as real as me
'Cause all the rest don't keep it real, forever R.I.P. to C
How many times that they told me they was gonna get at me?
Bet it never happened just like Magic Johnson's HIV
Your girl remindin me of Carlton tryin to do that dance
"Jump on it, jump on it", what ya girl do when she zip my pants
First I flip my mixtape grands, then I got a big advance
Then I made that Caddy dance (tore up, I-I got tore up) and they like "mannn!" (mannn)
Hold up
[Chorus]
(Mixtape Mechanic ...)
I-I get tore up, I-I get tore up under city lights
Tore up every city, I get tore up under city lights
I-I get tore up, I-I get tore up under city lights
Tore up under city lights, tore up under city lights
[Chamillionaire talking over Chorus]
Okay, yeah, hold up
King Koopa baby
Still slidin, uh
Under city baby
Uh
[Verse - Chamillionaire]
They said you can't take money with you, so it ain't no need to save it
I'm burnin Ben Franklin like he asked to be cremated
Don't congratulate it, if you hate it before I made it
While you haters was born, so it's a happy belated
Wonder why I'm here, I saw a trail and then I blazed it
Good at what I do 'cause every move is calculated
Learn to watch my cash if any chick that I done dated
Those who tried to play me look at my life in amazement
Look up to the Lord and I pray to stay as real as me
'Cause all the rest don't keep it real, forever R.I.P. to C
How many times that they told me they was gonna get at me?
Bet it never happened just like Magic Johnson's HIV
Your girl remindin me of Carlton tryin to do that dance
"Jump on it, jump on it", what ya girl do when she zip my pants
First I flip my mixtape grands, then I got a big advance
Then I made that Caddy dance (tore up, I-I got tore up) and they like "mannn!" (mannn)
Hold up
[Chorus]
(Mixtape Mechanic ...)
Just Smile lyrics - Chamillionaire
Yeah
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
See you ain't home to raise your own because you stay on the job
And can't continue to pretend that you don't think it's a prob
You pray to God, she told her that her father work hard
Then her daughter told me that she never knew who he was
Well let's discuss, you used to be not used to the pain
Now the pressure in your blood sure is not new to your veins
You feel the flame but you just want the flame to be tame
Then the doctor tell you that the pain is gonna remain
So you sustain, successfulness just seems like a blur
Ask her who her baby father, she didn't know who they were
She wasn't sure, so everyday the baby with her
And not with him, the chance is slim but if it never occur
Then I assure, that you can trust that all your affairs
Will be eloquently handled by the homie upstairs
They came in pairs, let haters know you're hearing impaired
You don't worry about no problems, let them worry about theirs
And you should
[Chorus - Sample of Johnny P from Scarface's "Smile" (Chamillionaire)]
Smiiile (uh) for me
Won't you just smi-ile, for me (smile for me now)
Smiiile for me (uh)
Won't you just smi-ile (yeah), for me (uh, yeah)
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
Your problems used to be behind you, now they gettin advanced
Soon as you get up on your feet, you'll see the problems just pass
You chasin cash, you not in school but you good at math
Wonder why the dough you add always end up as half
You 'bout to crash and givin up to you nothin new
And the second they just bettin, that's just what you gon' do
But it ain't true, today you'll be the pigeon that flew
It ain't a care up in the air, if it is then it's few
And you ain't through, 'cause you know that you gonna be fine
Today you gonna be on your grind, tomorrow gonna rewind
Let it rewind and you just can't go sit on the pine
It's like hustlin and grind in the new state of mind
'Cause it's the time, for you to just stop bein depressed
You realize that you the best and they gon' call you the best
You know the rest, 'cause even when your money is less
If you're rich with confidence, then you'll eventually get blessed
So you should
[Chorus - Sample of Johnny P from Scarface's "Smile"]
Smiiile for me
Won't you just smi-ile, for me
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
See you ain't home to raise your own because you stay on the job
And can't continue to pretend that you don't think it's a prob
You pray to God, she told her that her father work hard
Then her daughter told me that she never knew who he was
Well let's discuss, you used to be not used to the pain
Now the pressure in your blood sure is not new to your veins
You feel the flame but you just want the flame to be tame
Then the doctor tell you that the pain is gonna remain
So you sustain, successfulness just seems like a blur
Ask her who her baby father, she didn't know who they were
She wasn't sure, so everyday the baby with her
And not with him, the chance is slim but if it never occur
Then I assure, that you can trust that all your affairs
Will be eloquently handled by the homie upstairs
They came in pairs, let haters know you're hearing impaired
You don't worry about no problems, let them worry about theirs
And you should
[Chorus - Sample of Johnny P from Scarface's "Smile" (Chamillionaire)]
Smiiile (uh) for me
Won't you just smi-ile, for me (smile for me now)
Smiiile for me (uh)
Won't you just smi-ile (yeah), for me (uh, yeah)
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
Your problems used to be behind you, now they gettin advanced
Soon as you get up on your feet, you'll see the problems just pass
You chasin cash, you not in school but you good at math
Wonder why the dough you add always end up as half
You 'bout to crash and givin up to you nothin new
And the second they just bettin, that's just what you gon' do
But it ain't true, today you'll be the pigeon that flew
It ain't a care up in the air, if it is then it's few
And you ain't through, 'cause you know that you gonna be fine
Today you gonna be on your grind, tomorrow gonna rewind
Let it rewind and you just can't go sit on the pine
It's like hustlin and grind in the new state of mind
'Cause it's the time, for you to just stop bein depressed
You realize that you the best and they gon' call you the best
You know the rest, 'cause even when your money is less
If you're rich with confidence, then you'll eventually get blessed
So you should
[Chorus - Sample of Johnny P from Scarface's "Smile"]
Smiiile for me
Won't you just smi-ile, for me
I'm On It lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Intro: Chamillionaire - talking]
Haha, you never seen somebody hop out the grave
I mean like, straight out the dirt
Ha, something crazy
Yeah!
Woo!
[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
Hustle all night, hustle all day
I'm about to lose my mind tryin to get my life straight
I be workin all night, workin all day
I'm a always be on time when my money call me
I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on it
I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on the way
I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on it
I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on the way
[Verse 1: Chamillionaire]
You know what my name is but you could call me Cashis (why?)
Every time you see my name, you know that's where the cash is (okay)
Who sold his soul to the Devil? My homie from the past did
But he still broke 'cause the check bounce soon as he tried to cash it (woo!)
Ashes to ashes, it's dusty in my casket
They said Texas was dead but tell the Grim Reaper "I'm back trick!"
Money is like "Venom" but I'm addicted to the madness
If money was made of poison ivy, I'd deal with the rashes
Dear all of my haters, I can't help that you not great as me
Smart is how I sound 'cause I got grounded when I made a C
Employee I just gave a G, want every letter from A to Z
Prominently just payin you so you could work at payin me (woo!)
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Chamillionaire]
You know what my name is but you could call me "Boss Man"
Buy the building where you work so you could be like "ah, damn"
Y'all ain't about no green so I don't hang around with y'all man
But if you got some green then I be hangin like I'm Tarzan
Now your woman is a groupie, followin my tour van
I'm the reason that she open like a greasy door jam
Problems I be havin are the type you get from flossin
With a Oreo is chick that's yellower than Bart's tan (doh!)
I'm tryin to eat meal good, I don't want no portions
You compare what I get up to yours, it should be more than
Gasoline on your shoes if you come up short man
I be right on your Trail, Blazin it like Portland (woo!)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Chamillionaire]
She know what my name is but act like I'm a windmill
Think I'm blowin my money away and she gon' win mills
Get real (get real), don't be silly, yeah you're pretty but still (but still)
Nothin move but the money, sit your pretty butt still (sit your pretty butt still)
Put some money in your pocket, then it better get some mileage
If you makin dirty money, better treat it like it's polished
'Cause one day when you ain't got it and your foreign ain't exotic
Haha, forget about it, look how your career is rotted
Fresh and fruity corporate people tellin ya what you have to be
That's the reason that the game is fruity as a apple seed (hey!)
Do it just like Master P, just get all your cash and leave
Y'all know where I'm a be, the next time that ya ask for me
[Chorus]
[Outro: Chamillionaire - talking]
I'm on the way
They want the album to drop fourth quarter
(Sigh), don't matter, still gonna be that fire
Y'all follow me on Twitter, Twitter.com/Chamillionaire
Yeah, Martin Martinez, what up man?
I see ya, ain't forgot about ya
Stop spamin my e-mail addresses though, haha
Mixtape Messiah 7, we out
Haha, you never seen somebody hop out the grave
I mean like, straight out the dirt
Ha, something crazy
Yeah!
Woo!
[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
Hustle all night, hustle all day
I'm about to lose my mind tryin to get my life straight
I be workin all night, workin all day
I'm a always be on time when my money call me
I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on it
I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on the way
I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on it
I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on the way
[Verse 1: Chamillionaire]
You know what my name is but you could call me Cashis (why?)
Every time you see my name, you know that's where the cash is (okay)
Who sold his soul to the Devil? My homie from the past did
But he still broke 'cause the check bounce soon as he tried to cash it (woo!)
Ashes to ashes, it's dusty in my casket
They said Texas was dead but tell the Grim Reaper "I'm back trick!"
Money is like "Venom" but I'm addicted to the madness
If money was made of poison ivy, I'd deal with the rashes
Dear all of my haters, I can't help that you not great as me
Smart is how I sound 'cause I got grounded when I made a C
Employee I just gave a G, want every letter from A to Z
Prominently just payin you so you could work at payin me (woo!)
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Chamillionaire]
You know what my name is but you could call me "Boss Man"
Buy the building where you work so you could be like "ah, damn"
Y'all ain't about no green so I don't hang around with y'all man
But if you got some green then I be hangin like I'm Tarzan
Now your woman is a groupie, followin my tour van
I'm the reason that she open like a greasy door jam
Problems I be havin are the type you get from flossin
With a Oreo is chick that's yellower than Bart's tan (doh!)
I'm tryin to eat meal good, I don't want no portions
You compare what I get up to yours, it should be more than
Gasoline on your shoes if you come up short man
I be right on your Trail, Blazin it like Portland (woo!)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Chamillionaire]
She know what my name is but act like I'm a windmill
Think I'm blowin my money away and she gon' win mills
Get real (get real), don't be silly, yeah you're pretty but still (but still)
Nothin move but the money, sit your pretty butt still (sit your pretty butt still)
Put some money in your pocket, then it better get some mileage
If you makin dirty money, better treat it like it's polished
'Cause one day when you ain't got it and your foreign ain't exotic
Haha, forget about it, look how your career is rotted
Fresh and fruity corporate people tellin ya what you have to be
That's the reason that the game is fruity as a apple seed (hey!)
Do it just like Master P, just get all your cash and leave
Y'all know where I'm a be, the next time that ya ask for me
[Chorus]
[Outro: Chamillionaire - talking]
I'm on the way
They want the album to drop fourth quarter
(Sigh), don't matter, still gonna be that fire
Y'all follow me on Twitter, Twitter.com/Chamillionaire
Yeah, Martin Martinez, what up man?
I see ya, ain't forgot about ya
Stop spamin my e-mail addresses though, haha
Mixtape Messiah 7, we out
Best Rapper Alive lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Talking]
Yeah, Uh, The King
You already know what this is:
[Verse 1]
I am the best rapper alive
If I ain't him the best rapper done lied
They say get money, and put that to the side
But if I do that, they gone think it's a tie
Who's sicker than I?
Look me in the eye
Ya'll fake rappers must be ready to die
Yeah, Yeah, I'll fix that. Click, Clack, Get back
Getting paid is a better feelin'
I don't wanna take the shot of penicillin
I ain't chillin, business dealin'
Look down on you. My floor is your ceiling
Solo, Unity. At your girlfriend crib tryin move the D
And the car got a super V
If a leaf fall on it, I'll shoot the tree (Yeah)
First name Hakeem, middle name money
Signature look clean
Mixtape scene, yall know I'm king
I'll put you on the screen like Sway and Shaheem
Rabbit, Rabbit, Gotta get cabbage
Mixtape savage, I rip through tablets
Crib so lavish, don't know magic
Shades just open like Go, Go Gadget
Like your readin my mind
Ya'll ain't keepin up with me and my rhyme
Make you exit like your readin a sign
I'm the hardest rapper LA Reid didn't sign
Got the balls to prove it
Venom album comin, get your exclusive
Don't try to act like your excluded
Cause your neck fit right on my nooses (Ha Ha)
Let me light it up, Let me light it up
I'm the best rapper, I swear
Let me make this clear...
He can rap and out sing ya (Uh)
I'm the one that out think ya
Damn, He just dropped a new single
I'll have the industry shook with one finger
50 got rich and he didn't even die
Jay getting rich, he ain't needin to reply
R. Kelly on the ground, he believin he can fly
I'm runnin through the drought like it isn't even dry
Amigo, me gotta get the peso
I get mo' like Shawty Lo, they know
I don't waive at a hater, call Magno
Money go "Ha Ha", Play-Doh (play dough)
Yeah, got mixtape bars
I'm the ruler of the mixtape art
Put 'em on sale like it's K-Mart
All bow down to the Mixtape God
Yeah, Uh, The King
You already know what this is:
[Verse 1]
I am the best rapper alive
If I ain't him the best rapper done lied
They say get money, and put that to the side
But if I do that, they gone think it's a tie
Who's sicker than I?
Look me in the eye
Ya'll fake rappers must be ready to die
Yeah, Yeah, I'll fix that. Click, Clack, Get back
Getting paid is a better feelin'
I don't wanna take the shot of penicillin
I ain't chillin, business dealin'
Look down on you. My floor is your ceiling
Solo, Unity. At your girlfriend crib tryin move the D
And the car got a super V
If a leaf fall on it, I'll shoot the tree (Yeah)
First name Hakeem, middle name money
Signature look clean
Mixtape scene, yall know I'm king
I'll put you on the screen like Sway and Shaheem
Rabbit, Rabbit, Gotta get cabbage
Mixtape savage, I rip through tablets
Crib so lavish, don't know magic
Shades just open like Go, Go Gadget
Like your readin my mind
Ya'll ain't keepin up with me and my rhyme
Make you exit like your readin a sign
I'm the hardest rapper LA Reid didn't sign
Got the balls to prove it
Venom album comin, get your exclusive
Don't try to act like your excluded
Cause your neck fit right on my nooses (Ha Ha)
Let me light it up, Let me light it up
I'm the best rapper, I swear
Let me make this clear...
He can rap and out sing ya (Uh)
I'm the one that out think ya
Damn, He just dropped a new single
I'll have the industry shook with one finger
50 got rich and he didn't even die
Jay getting rich, he ain't needin to reply
R. Kelly on the ground, he believin he can fly
I'm runnin through the drought like it isn't even dry
Amigo, me gotta get the peso
I get mo' like Shawty Lo, they know
I don't waive at a hater, call Magno
Money go "Ha Ha", Play-Doh (play dough)
Yeah, got mixtape bars
I'm the ruler of the mixtape art
Put 'em on sale like it's K-Mart
All bow down to the Mixtape God
Love Of Money lyrics - Chamillionaire (feat. Trae Tha Truth)
[Talking: Trae]
Trae Da Truth
Ayyo Cham
(Wassup)
I think it's time we switch it up for a second
Let's get it
[Hook: Trae]
I'm up early in the morning in the evening throw my pistol on my waste
Barely knock the crib and I ain't even wash my face
I got money on my mind on top of money for a case
Pulling up on swaggers tell niggas to get me space
For the love of money [x3]
Everyday it's for the love of money
For the love of money [x2]
I hustle all day
Asshole By Nature
[Verse: Trae (Chamilionaire)]
What'cha know about Trae and Cham?
(What they knowing about Cham and Trae?)
King of the streets, king of the mixtapes
(Always in the streets try'na get a big face)
Beating on the block in a fresh set of swaggers
(Swishahouse and Screw slowing on my disc changer)
Try'na jack me I bet I put a bitch in danger
(Let me know his name, we goin make the kid famous)
Anybody wanna go to war than I'm the man
(I bet I got a lawyer that can get'cha outta town)
I bet they run up on me I'm a help em understand
(I bet I get a month to make another hundred grand)
We represent the H and we don't rep for nothing else
(Give everything we did and we ain't really get no help)
When it come to tag team to the most we got the belt
(If we don't get radio, oh well, let's get it)
[Hook: Chamillionaire:]
Wake up in the morning and I didn't even eat a meal
Heard the streets was calling me so I'm a keep it real
Open my garage and hop on a new set of wheel
Than I hit the block to feel my pockets so the leal
For the love of money [x3]
Everyday it's for the love of money
For the love of money [x2]
I hustle all day
When I'm coming down, my caddy sliding slow
And you knowing where I'm on my way to go (to get my hustle on)
I ain't got no time for haters anymo'
I be grinding so you know I gotta go and get my hustle on
Money on my mind everytime I leave my home
I'm too busy balling leave a message on my phone
Don't ask me what I do tomorrow you already know
You goin catch me doin exactly what the did the day befo'
Let's get my hustle on
Trae Da Truth
Ayyo Cham
(Wassup)
I think it's time we switch it up for a second
Let's get it
[Hook: Trae]
I'm up early in the morning in the evening throw my pistol on my waste
Barely knock the crib and I ain't even wash my face
I got money on my mind on top of money for a case
Pulling up on swaggers tell niggas to get me space
For the love of money [x3]
Everyday it's for the love of money
For the love of money [x2]
I hustle all day
Asshole By Nature
[Verse: Trae (Chamilionaire)]
What'cha know about Trae and Cham?
(What they knowing about Cham and Trae?)
King of the streets, king of the mixtapes
(Always in the streets try'na get a big face)
Beating on the block in a fresh set of swaggers
(Swishahouse and Screw slowing on my disc changer)
Try'na jack me I bet I put a bitch in danger
(Let me know his name, we goin make the kid famous)
Anybody wanna go to war than I'm the man
(I bet I got a lawyer that can get'cha outta town)
I bet they run up on me I'm a help em understand
(I bet I get a month to make another hundred grand)
We represent the H and we don't rep for nothing else
(Give everything we did and we ain't really get no help)
When it come to tag team to the most we got the belt
(If we don't get radio, oh well, let's get it)
[Hook: Chamillionaire:]
Wake up in the morning and I didn't even eat a meal
Heard the streets was calling me so I'm a keep it real
Open my garage and hop on a new set of wheel
Than I hit the block to feel my pockets so the leal
For the love of money [x3]
Everyday it's for the love of money
For the love of money [x2]
I hustle all day
When I'm coming down, my caddy sliding slow
And you knowing where I'm on my way to go (to get my hustle on)
I ain't got no time for haters anymo'
I be grinding so you know I gotta go and get my hustle on
Money on my mind everytime I leave my home
I'm too busy balling leave a message on my phone
Don't ask me what I do tomorrow you already know
You goin catch me doin exactly what the did the day befo'
Let's get my hustle on
Throwdest In The Game lyrics - Chamillionaire
(Yung L.A. - Ain't I mix)
[Hook:]
Ain't I [x6]
You know I is
Ain't I off the chain
Ain't I such a pain
Ain't I Ain't I Ain't I Ain't I known for spitting flames
Ain't I [x6]
You know my name
Ain't I getting change
Ain't I on them swangs
Ain't I Ain't I Ain't I Ain't I Throwdest In The Game
[Verse 1:]
Let's Go
Ay
I move a million tapes before my label even ship me
That's the reason that my donuts like a box of chip-lees
I wish I wish an idiot act up and try to diss me
Like that you ? class I used to pay you goin be history
When I leave rap, I know the rap world is gonna miss me
I heard a little busta wanna sue me youse a sissy
They say that it ain't tricking if you got it, but that's tricky
I think the person that made up that slogan try'na trick me
The game cost a fee and I can't say that I'm affordable
If she out of town then my pimpin game is portable
Got some haters on the sac, the plan was just ignoring you
But now you starting to be a pest, I gotta call a auto-bull
[Hook:]
Ain't I [x6]
You know I is
Ain't I off the chain
Ain't I such a pain
Ain't I Ain't I Ain't I Ain't I known for spitting flames
Ain't I [x6]
You know my name
Ain't I getting change
Ain't I on them swangs
Ain't I Ain't I Ain't I Ain't I Throwdest In The Game
[Verse 2:]
Yeah your shirt is ro-ho, you ain't a blood boy you fake
Put my knuckles on your face, so that in your shirt can cordonate
I'm already legendary y'all know that I'm more than great
Way before I got revenge you just saw it sorta late
Windows in my living room, toss it they just gonna say
They don't have enough fabric, I didn't even order drapes
Mixtape God you can hear the scriptures on my tapes
Got chicks in Atlanta offering me money more than Mase
Do whatever that I tell em never insupportate
Girl you looking super fine I know you gotta gorgoeus face
Tape some money to ya head and you da chick I'm gonna date
But soon as ya fall asleep and you know what I'm gonna take
Get Money
[Hook:]
Ain't I [x6]
You know I is
Ain't I off the chain
Ain't I such a pain
Ain't I Ain't I Ain't I Ain't I known for spitting flames
Ain't I [x6]
You know my name
Ain't I getting change
Ain't I on them swangs
Ain't I Ain't I Ain't I Ain't I Throwdest In The Game
[Hook:]
Ain't I [x6]
You know I is
Ain't I off the chain
Ain't I such a pain
Ain't I Ain't I Ain't I Ain't I known for spitting flames
Ain't I [x6]
You know my name
Ain't I getting change
Ain't I on them swangs
Ain't I Ain't I Ain't I Ain't I Throwdest In The Game
[Verse 1:]
Let's Go
Ay
I move a million tapes before my label even ship me
That's the reason that my donuts like a box of chip-lees
I wish I wish an idiot act up and try to diss me
Like that you ? class I used to pay you goin be history
When I leave rap, I know the rap world is gonna miss me
I heard a little busta wanna sue me youse a sissy
They say that it ain't tricking if you got it, but that's tricky
I think the person that made up that slogan try'na trick me
The game cost a fee and I can't say that I'm affordable
If she out of town then my pimpin game is portable
Got some haters on the sac, the plan was just ignoring you
But now you starting to be a pest, I gotta call a auto-bull
[Hook:]
Ain't I [x6]
You know I is
Ain't I off the chain
Ain't I such a pain
Ain't I Ain't I Ain't I Ain't I known for spitting flames
Ain't I [x6]
You know my name
Ain't I getting change
Ain't I on them swangs
Ain't I Ain't I Ain't I Ain't I Throwdest In The Game
[Verse 2:]
Yeah your shirt is ro-ho, you ain't a blood boy you fake
Put my knuckles on your face, so that in your shirt can cordonate
I'm already legendary y'all know that I'm more than great
Way before I got revenge you just saw it sorta late
Windows in my living room, toss it they just gonna say
They don't have enough fabric, I didn't even order drapes
Mixtape God you can hear the scriptures on my tapes
Got chicks in Atlanta offering me money more than Mase
Do whatever that I tell em never insupportate
Girl you looking super fine I know you gotta gorgoeus face
Tape some money to ya head and you da chick I'm gonna date
But soon as ya fall asleep and you know what I'm gonna take
Get Money
[Hook:]
Ain't I [x6]
You know I is
Ain't I off the chain
Ain't I such a pain
Ain't I Ain't I Ain't I Ain't I known for spitting flames
Ain't I [x6]
You know my name
Ain't I getting change
Ain't I on them swangs
Ain't I Ain't I Ain't I Ain't I Throwdest In The Game
Mixtape Murder lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Intro]
Uh, mixtape murderer
Talkn bout murder
Yeah, they say they need part 6 but look at how i light up the city
It's that boy Chamilli, many say that they don't feel me
But they don't want it really, nothin gon move but the money
You know I know the drilly, my reality be showin like Flava Flav or Diddy
She got some back and some tittes, and man it's such a pity
She think I give her my hustle just cuz the fact she pretty
Really busy, chasin scrillies and countin all my millies
I'm really all about scrilly, and I mean that sincerely
Just like that VIC single, the game is gettin silly
But so much cheese is stackin like sandwiches in philly
Runnin around for the millies, I think I'm gettin dizzy
I'm notorious at doin it bigger like I'm Biggie
Join my fan club, you a hater, bring some backup
Let my lac up, and hit the switch and it ill back up
They can't stand em, make Bill O'reilly have a tantrum
Bet the grands come and if I'm on it, it's an anthem
Get the grand son and give a million to my grandson
Yeah we have fun, but told the chick that she can have none
I heard Plies say that he will never buy a Phantom
I make 28's fit on the ish, you better ask em
I attatch em, I love the dolla's I romance em
I just cash em, no homo but my money handsome
An assassin, be killin the mic with a passion
I just smash em, then I head right back to my mansion
They just actin, but real is my only reaction
Shoes on my whip, that's where haters jack their fashion
Swagga jackin, i'm swagga'd up you swagga-lackin
Swagga pass em, my swagga on inspite of lappin
Tell em don't listen, if you hate the way my flow is flippin
Still tippin, wheels glisten, my vouge's are swang and clickin
Brain n bullet equals pain, who wanna do addition?
Pop the clip in, get to trippin, you thinkin that I'm slippin
Believa, always an over achiever
Take a breather, your paper little just like ceaser
Have a seat bra, I make that hater have a seizure
When they see the number of coats that's on my Beamer
Lift the dough up and on her feet is where I leave her
Then I proceed to gettin my dough up like a Keebla
I don't need her, be Livin Single like Kadeeja
I won't even go send a cab to go retrieve her
Hustle been deadly before Fred ever met Betty
Spree-wellin like Latrelly on Spinners and Perellis
That was back before Nelly was ever seen singin on the telly
I been grindin gettin feti, underground Makavelli
My dictionary is missin, so what is competition?
Think he dissin, he ain't likin how much my pinky glisten
I ain't trippin I ain't missin, that diamond let it glisten
Pop my trunk up and the sign is readin, I'm gon fishin
Uh, mixtape murderer
Talkn bout murder
Yeah, they say they need part 6 but look at how i light up the city
It's that boy Chamilli, many say that they don't feel me
But they don't want it really, nothin gon move but the money
You know I know the drilly, my reality be showin like Flava Flav or Diddy
She got some back and some tittes, and man it's such a pity
She think I give her my hustle just cuz the fact she pretty
Really busy, chasin scrillies and countin all my millies
I'm really all about scrilly, and I mean that sincerely
Just like that VIC single, the game is gettin silly
But so much cheese is stackin like sandwiches in philly
Runnin around for the millies, I think I'm gettin dizzy
I'm notorious at doin it bigger like I'm Biggie
Join my fan club, you a hater, bring some backup
Let my lac up, and hit the switch and it ill back up
They can't stand em, make Bill O'reilly have a tantrum
Bet the grands come and if I'm on it, it's an anthem
Get the grand son and give a million to my grandson
Yeah we have fun, but told the chick that she can have none
I heard Plies say that he will never buy a Phantom
I make 28's fit on the ish, you better ask em
I attatch em, I love the dolla's I romance em
I just cash em, no homo but my money handsome
An assassin, be killin the mic with a passion
I just smash em, then I head right back to my mansion
They just actin, but real is my only reaction
Shoes on my whip, that's where haters jack their fashion
Swagga jackin, i'm swagga'd up you swagga-lackin
Swagga pass em, my swagga on inspite of lappin
Tell em don't listen, if you hate the way my flow is flippin
Still tippin, wheels glisten, my vouge's are swang and clickin
Brain n bullet equals pain, who wanna do addition?
Pop the clip in, get to trippin, you thinkin that I'm slippin
Believa, always an over achiever
Take a breather, your paper little just like ceaser
Have a seat bra, I make that hater have a seizure
When they see the number of coats that's on my Beamer
Lift the dough up and on her feet is where I leave her
Then I proceed to gettin my dough up like a Keebla
I don't need her, be Livin Single like Kadeeja
I won't even go send a cab to go retrieve her
Hustle been deadly before Fred ever met Betty
Spree-wellin like Latrelly on Spinners and Perellis
That was back before Nelly was ever seen singin on the telly
I been grindin gettin feti, underground Makavelli
My dictionary is missin, so what is competition?
Think he dissin, he ain't likin how much my pinky glisten
I ain't trippin I ain't missin, that diamond let it glisten
Pop my trunk up and the sign is readin, I'm gon fishin
The Evaluation lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Intro:]
You are...
50 percent brainiac
50 percent maniac
(It's time for a Psychic Evaluation)
Aight, I'm ready
(I'm a hold up these cards and you tell me what'cha see...
what do you see in this card right here?)
Dollar sign
(Okay, what about this card right here?)
Dollar sign
(Okay, and what about this card right here?)
Um, a dollar sign
(Uh, I see... well there's obviously something wrong)
Naw there ain't nothing wrong with getting money...
In the underground
I'm a thousand degree celsius I don't need any help
F a record label I appear curosity of myself
You got Mixtape Messiah part 6 and you got'cha swagger right
I'm on a whole 'nother plant, go get a satellite
I been untouchable since Chris Cross was Kris Kross
My wrist glossed, my nickname is Kid Frost
I don't dance I don't rap for lip gloss
A Rick Ross, a big Boss, so get lost
I been grindin and hustlin since I was seven
I die and they goin say he the biggest hustler in heaven (amen)
I swear to y'all ain't a rapper out there that I can't destroy
I never chill ain't never sat in a LazyBoy
Why, why sleeping really ain't a fun
You can talk that talk but I am not the one
So many haters that my haters rotate a take a ton
So much paper my account brought me a staple gun
Y'all feminine as Moulin Rouge
That's why I do what I do and make em move on fools
Who's fake I am not that dude
Bet'cha they goin say you first just like that too
You must be try'na gamble your soul a life with'cha
Hand on my ice, my ice is quite picture
P.E.R.fect look like a life figure
But take my advice the tool goin vise-grip ya
Pablo Picaso with makin ya face glow
I paint a rapper red as the dot on his face (OH)
Look at how I did em what'cha think he goin say oh
Uh-oh, uh-oh someone better get a make-o
I never clocked out but I did let my day know
Suppose to be a dinner but I'm dropping off tapes though
I'm up working even after The Late Show
Ya pace so slow so you won't make a pesos
Let's get down to the business at hand
Why do they keep saying you are not the same Cham?
Then they get mad cause you talk about grands tell me
Are you really showing love to yo fans?
I am the most authentic rapper alive
I say alive, all the realest rappers then died
Real is what the game is missing so that's what I provide
I be me but to them reality is a lie
You don't know me I had death in front of my face, dawg
But I'm a do it big until the day of my fate call
Friends for three strikes and I ain't talking bout baseball
Rolling with three K's like white people with hate all (what)
Black people, I bet'cha the mack greet'cha
At the door step if you came to react evil (woo)
Bring it on the chopper is Shaq Diesel
A Piece ain't peace but I bet'cha that that beat you
Over a decade since I made my start
You little marks would have never thought I get this far
It was raining I was knocking on that homestead door
Try'na get into Swishahouse I couldn't start my car
(Oh boy) gold grinning used to stay with a frost lip
And every chick around the hood wanna to get frost bit
But never trusted them they still will tell you I'm caution
Been rapping since forever I ain't lying I'm exhausted
Let's pause this
(Come back)
Man, I'm outta here man)
(The Evaluation is not over yet)
Whatever
(Your not done here)
[Slams door]
You don't know me man
You don't know me
You don't know me
You are...
50 percent brainiac
50 percent maniac
(It's time for a Psychic Evaluation)
Aight, I'm ready
(I'm a hold up these cards and you tell me what'cha see...
what do you see in this card right here?)
Dollar sign
(Okay, what about this card right here?)
Dollar sign
(Okay, and what about this card right here?)
Um, a dollar sign
(Uh, I see... well there's obviously something wrong)
Naw there ain't nothing wrong with getting money...
In the underground
I'm a thousand degree celsius I don't need any help
F a record label I appear curosity of myself
You got Mixtape Messiah part 6 and you got'cha swagger right
I'm on a whole 'nother plant, go get a satellite
I been untouchable since Chris Cross was Kris Kross
My wrist glossed, my nickname is Kid Frost
I don't dance I don't rap for lip gloss
A Rick Ross, a big Boss, so get lost
I been grindin and hustlin since I was seven
I die and they goin say he the biggest hustler in heaven (amen)
I swear to y'all ain't a rapper out there that I can't destroy
I never chill ain't never sat in a LazyBoy
Why, why sleeping really ain't a fun
You can talk that talk but I am not the one
So many haters that my haters rotate a take a ton
So much paper my account brought me a staple gun
Y'all feminine as Moulin Rouge
That's why I do what I do and make em move on fools
Who's fake I am not that dude
Bet'cha they goin say you first just like that too
You must be try'na gamble your soul a life with'cha
Hand on my ice, my ice is quite picture
P.E.R.fect look like a life figure
But take my advice the tool goin vise-grip ya
Pablo Picaso with makin ya face glow
I paint a rapper red as the dot on his face (OH)
Look at how I did em what'cha think he goin say oh
Uh-oh, uh-oh someone better get a make-o
I never clocked out but I did let my day know
Suppose to be a dinner but I'm dropping off tapes though
I'm up working even after The Late Show
Ya pace so slow so you won't make a pesos
Let's get down to the business at hand
Why do they keep saying you are not the same Cham?
Then they get mad cause you talk about grands tell me
Are you really showing love to yo fans?
I am the most authentic rapper alive
I say alive, all the realest rappers then died
Real is what the game is missing so that's what I provide
I be me but to them reality is a lie
You don't know me I had death in front of my face, dawg
But I'm a do it big until the day of my fate call
Friends for three strikes and I ain't talking bout baseball
Rolling with three K's like white people with hate all (what)
Black people, I bet'cha the mack greet'cha
At the door step if you came to react evil (woo)
Bring it on the chopper is Shaq Diesel
A Piece ain't peace but I bet'cha that that beat you
Over a decade since I made my start
You little marks would have never thought I get this far
It was raining I was knocking on that homestead door
Try'na get into Swishahouse I couldn't start my car
(Oh boy) gold grinning used to stay with a frost lip
And every chick around the hood wanna to get frost bit
But never trusted them they still will tell you I'm caution
Been rapping since forever I ain't lying I'm exhausted
Let's pause this
(Come back)
Man, I'm outta here man)
(The Evaluation is not over yet)
Whatever
(Your not done here)
[Slams door]
You don't know me man
You don't know me
You don't know me
One Day lyrics - Chamillionaire (feat. J-Dawg)
[Intro]
Well, well, well, well
Hello baby
One day your here
Yeah
And then your gone
Well, well, well
Hey
Ay
Hmm, come on La, la, la, la
Yeah
Come on, come on
La, la, la, la
Yeah, yeah
La, la, la, la, la, la
[Hook:]
One day your here, baby (baby)
And then ya gone (and then ya gone)
One day your here, baby (hmm)
And then ya gone (and then ya gone)
One day your here, baby (baby)
And then ya gone (and then ya gone)
Pain is what I feel, baby (hmm)
But you know, I'm still standing strong
[Chamillionaire]
Hold on
You the reason we even be leanin' and riding candy
You the reason I even was dreaming about a caddy
Told you back when we talk how my label didn't understand me
Every time you would call you would talk to me like we family (wassup)
Saw you back at the car show you walked into me and grabbed me
When you would run into me you hug me instead of dab me
Usually boys be tapping around they issue like Sammy
Davis but every statement you say you would say get at me (knahtalkinbout?)
If you feeling offended, if it was beef you'd end it
If it was drama splend it if needed it be prevented
If he kept talking down you would make sure you see the dentist
If you had said to sentence you said it just like your met it
Who could duplicate a swagger like that?
Not me just see but this ain't about rap
It's about Hawk, it's about Moe, it's about Screw, it's about Pat
Told me how boys in P.A. would say that that's a nice lac
I said if you say I sold you the car and we have a deal
Then you told everybody I gave you the car foreal
Soon as I called you up to ask you bout what I hear
You told me you couldn't lie and you only could keep it Trill
Every time I see that lil lady that's on the grill
Reppin that in your memory while gripping on that wood wheel
You ain't Killer Mike the only that told me just how ya feel
Thought I was dissin Paul and told me that I should chill
In the studio with Scarface the day before I got the call
Talking bout my new record an industry face we saw
Told me that he was done and he wasn't really try'na ball
But we had to still show him that Texas still standing tall
Then he asked is you ready, I'm ready was my reply
He record an extra verse and that's when I had asked him why
Told me that I can have it in the future in case he die
Then I told him to stop cause death is what I deny (hol' up)
Yestraday you were here (but why?)
Rodney told me it happened I swear I thought it was a lie
Couldn't tell you how painful it was to hear his reply
Went and sat in my truck so nobody would see me [breathing]
When it come to you I never do it for publicity
And know if I was gone and you would say how much you missing me
Know you in heaven ridin' candy up the silky streets
The streets don't think about'cha every time we see Swisher Sweets
We keep your name alive make sure that it be visibly
We know big Bun goin hold you down and then goin miss a beat
Sad you ain't here to see your children grow or kiss the cheek
Or your lovely daughter and ya kid forever live Pimp C
[talking through Hook: J-Dawg]
Shout out to young Hawk
Boss Hogg Out Law, nigga
Chamillitary Mayne
Rest in peace to Pimp C
Straight up
One day ya here the next day ya gone, nigga
It's straight
Yeah
[Verse: J-Dawg]
My momma kick me out, at only fourteen
I ain't cried out for no long I know means
I started doing push-ups to get my chest bigger
I knew I had to man up to eat with these killers
Dope fees jackets, old heads too
And since I ain't running with no crew I brought me a deuce deuce
Back pocket action feels like it's meant to be there
Run up on me playa where you stand you goin bleed there
Yeah, that's the life of a young Hogg
Nigga did never had shit but still he want it all
So I'm out there bumping heads with this hold of crawl
Straped up like the law, crack in my draws
Weed in my draws, twenty blood of bullshit
You can't say shit, it's to provide bitch
Hit the school high just to show out a lil bit
New kicks, new fit, yeah I'm the shit
Ride the bus for what, you do ten and up
I'm too young to drive but ask Bill I giva fuck
Young Hogg, plus I'm seventeen now
And I'm feeling like I'm grown, I'm living on my own
Got the trap spot jumping, client tell steady
It's good kush now we graduated from that Reggie
An O.G. tell me move slow and think fast
Always stay focused on ya cash
J-Dawg, nigga... Yeah!
Well, well, well, well
Hello baby
One day your here
Yeah
And then your gone
Well, well, well
Hey
Ay
Hmm, come on La, la, la, la
Yeah
Come on, come on
La, la, la, la
Yeah, yeah
La, la, la, la, la, la
[Hook:]
One day your here, baby (baby)
And then ya gone (and then ya gone)
One day your here, baby (hmm)
And then ya gone (and then ya gone)
One day your here, baby (baby)
And then ya gone (and then ya gone)
Pain is what I feel, baby (hmm)
But you know, I'm still standing strong
[Chamillionaire]
Hold on
You the reason we even be leanin' and riding candy
You the reason I even was dreaming about a caddy
Told you back when we talk how my label didn't understand me
Every time you would call you would talk to me like we family (wassup)
Saw you back at the car show you walked into me and grabbed me
When you would run into me you hug me instead of dab me
Usually boys be tapping around they issue like Sammy
Davis but every statement you say you would say get at me (knahtalkinbout?)
If you feeling offended, if it was beef you'd end it
If it was drama splend it if needed it be prevented
If he kept talking down you would make sure you see the dentist
If you had said to sentence you said it just like your met it
Who could duplicate a swagger like that?
Not me just see but this ain't about rap
It's about Hawk, it's about Moe, it's about Screw, it's about Pat
Told me how boys in P.A. would say that that's a nice lac
I said if you say I sold you the car and we have a deal
Then you told everybody I gave you the car foreal
Soon as I called you up to ask you bout what I hear
You told me you couldn't lie and you only could keep it Trill
Every time I see that lil lady that's on the grill
Reppin that in your memory while gripping on that wood wheel
You ain't Killer Mike the only that told me just how ya feel
Thought I was dissin Paul and told me that I should chill
In the studio with Scarface the day before I got the call
Talking bout my new record an industry face we saw
Told me that he was done and he wasn't really try'na ball
But we had to still show him that Texas still standing tall
Then he asked is you ready, I'm ready was my reply
He record an extra verse and that's when I had asked him why
Told me that I can have it in the future in case he die
Then I told him to stop cause death is what I deny (hol' up)
Yestraday you were here (but why?)
Rodney told me it happened I swear I thought it was a lie
Couldn't tell you how painful it was to hear his reply
Went and sat in my truck so nobody would see me [breathing]
When it come to you I never do it for publicity
And know if I was gone and you would say how much you missing me
Know you in heaven ridin' candy up the silky streets
The streets don't think about'cha every time we see Swisher Sweets
We keep your name alive make sure that it be visibly
We know big Bun goin hold you down and then goin miss a beat
Sad you ain't here to see your children grow or kiss the cheek
Or your lovely daughter and ya kid forever live Pimp C
[talking through Hook: J-Dawg]
Shout out to young Hawk
Boss Hogg Out Law, nigga
Chamillitary Mayne
Rest in peace to Pimp C
Straight up
One day ya here the next day ya gone, nigga
It's straight
Yeah
[Verse: J-Dawg]
My momma kick me out, at only fourteen
I ain't cried out for no long I know means
I started doing push-ups to get my chest bigger
I knew I had to man up to eat with these killers
Dope fees jackets, old heads too
And since I ain't running with no crew I brought me a deuce deuce
Back pocket action feels like it's meant to be there
Run up on me playa where you stand you goin bleed there
Yeah, that's the life of a young Hogg
Nigga did never had shit but still he want it all
So I'm out there bumping heads with this hold of crawl
Straped up like the law, crack in my draws
Weed in my draws, twenty blood of bullshit
You can't say shit, it's to provide bitch
Hit the school high just to show out a lil bit
New kicks, new fit, yeah I'm the shit
Ride the bus for what, you do ten and up
I'm too young to drive but ask Bill I giva fuck
Young Hogg, plus I'm seventeen now
And I'm feeling like I'm grown, I'm living on my own
Got the trap spot jumping, client tell steady
It's good kush now we graduated from that Reggie
An O.G. tell me move slow and think fast
Always stay focused on ya cash
J-Dawg, nigga... Yeah!
Track Wrecka lyrics - Chamillionaire (feat. Lil' Flip)
[Intro: Lil' Flip]
Yessir
(Yessir)
Come on
(Uh)
We back once again
Tag team, you ain't dreaming
It's Lil Gates and (Chamillitary Mayne)
Ha, ha, yeah man, this what the fans want
They want the hear a bread winner spit it
(let's get into man)
Track Wreckas
Hotter than black peppers
(let's go)
[Verse: Lil' Flip]
When I pull up in that Maybach with my pistol on my seatI got a wake up with that R.I.
and the grape Swisher Sweets
I skeet skeet then beep beep I drop em hog then I'm gone And since my slab a brown whip
I call it Indiana Jones Get it?
A brown whip, ah fuck it y'all rappers too slow
I'm dirty dancing with the freaks in the new Vogue
Big licker, green swishers got the club stanky
A Bentley on Yankees but it's fifty on my bank it
I let y'all borrow my swag ya outta thank me
I blow rooters like toobers you try to gank me
You can't be serious, Houston ain't finished
How was that when I made a half of meal on my teeth?
I got that Geena Green bread, that Martha Stewart cash
And when I'm at high rollers they bring my money and clear bags
The vet black since I visited the same color
We lethal weapons are real, man I'm Danny Glover
[Hook - Turn it up sample x2: Chamillionaire]
Check out my track record, they say I'm a track wrecka
Check out my track record, they say I'm a track wrecka
Check out my track record, they say I'm a track wrecka
Hotter than a black pepper, now that I am back nigga
Here lizard, lizard, lizard
[Verse: Chamillinoaire]
I might pull my cash out make a bank teller pass out
Cause I get mo bank than an armor truck on it's last rought
Hol' up, Flip goin get'cha Aston out I'm a pull out the Jag
That's mo swag than a V.M.A. end of the party band
I'm getting cash you ain't with it I ain't try'na talk
I don't compute cause most of these rappers Microsoft
It isn't safe just cause my safe looking just like a vault
Somebody rob Ford Nox (and it's looking like I'm cost)
Turn up my four-fifteens, I'm swangin' like a swing
My Lincoln took a leak I guess is it too much supreme
It's looking candy green, I think it's gasoline
If it ain't gas it's lean, I think my slab a fiend
And I already put three slabs in rehab
Each Jag is overdosed to each class
My E-class, my S-class, my V-class
They all wanna be bad kids and be fast
[Hook - Turn it up sample: Chamillionaire]
Check out my track record, they say I'm a track wrecka
Check out my track record, check out my track wrecka
Check out my track record, they say I'm a track wrecka
Hotter than a black pepper, now that I am back nigga
[Lil' Flip]
Front, back, and side to side
Man I hate that my homeboy Pimp C died
And Bun B I got'cha back when it's time to ride
They wanna cut my wings because I'm so fly
[Chamillionaire]
Ha, ha,
The paint is wined out, ya fo's is glasshouse
Wineberry overload it's Amy wined out
Y'all at the center the Roster and I doubt
That this rocket in my pocket don't make it while trying out
Like POW
[Hook - Turn it up sample: Chamillionaire]
Check out my track record, they say I'm a track wrecka
Check out my track record, check out my track record
Check out my track record, they say I'm a track wrecka
Hotter than a black pepper, now that I am back nigga
Yessir
(Yessir)
Come on
(Uh)
We back once again
Tag team, you ain't dreaming
It's Lil Gates and (Chamillitary Mayne)
Ha, ha, yeah man, this what the fans want
They want the hear a bread winner spit it
(let's get into man)
Track Wreckas
Hotter than black peppers
(let's go)
[Verse: Lil' Flip]
When I pull up in that Maybach with my pistol on my seatI got a wake up with that R.I.
and the grape Swisher Sweets
I skeet skeet then beep beep I drop em hog then I'm gone And since my slab a brown whip
I call it Indiana Jones Get it?
A brown whip, ah fuck it y'all rappers too slow
I'm dirty dancing with the freaks in the new Vogue
Big licker, green swishers got the club stanky
A Bentley on Yankees but it's fifty on my bank it
I let y'all borrow my swag ya outta thank me
I blow rooters like toobers you try to gank me
You can't be serious, Houston ain't finished
How was that when I made a half of meal on my teeth?
I got that Geena Green bread, that Martha Stewart cash
And when I'm at high rollers they bring my money and clear bags
The vet black since I visited the same color
We lethal weapons are real, man I'm Danny Glover
[Hook - Turn it up sample x2: Chamillionaire]
Check out my track record, they say I'm a track wrecka
Check out my track record, they say I'm a track wrecka
Check out my track record, they say I'm a track wrecka
Hotter than a black pepper, now that I am back nigga
Here lizard, lizard, lizard
[Verse: Chamillinoaire]
I might pull my cash out make a bank teller pass out
Cause I get mo bank than an armor truck on it's last rought
Hol' up, Flip goin get'cha Aston out I'm a pull out the Jag
That's mo swag than a V.M.A. end of the party band
I'm getting cash you ain't with it I ain't try'na talk
I don't compute cause most of these rappers Microsoft
It isn't safe just cause my safe looking just like a vault
Somebody rob Ford Nox (and it's looking like I'm cost)
Turn up my four-fifteens, I'm swangin' like a swing
My Lincoln took a leak I guess is it too much supreme
It's looking candy green, I think it's gasoline
If it ain't gas it's lean, I think my slab a fiend
And I already put three slabs in rehab
Each Jag is overdosed to each class
My E-class, my S-class, my V-class
They all wanna be bad kids and be fast
[Hook - Turn it up sample: Chamillionaire]
Check out my track record, they say I'm a track wrecka
Check out my track record, check out my track wrecka
Check out my track record, they say I'm a track wrecka
Hotter than a black pepper, now that I am back nigga
[Lil' Flip]
Front, back, and side to side
Man I hate that my homeboy Pimp C died
And Bun B I got'cha back when it's time to ride
They wanna cut my wings because I'm so fly
[Chamillionaire]
Ha, ha,
The paint is wined out, ya fo's is glasshouse
Wineberry overload it's Amy wined out
Y'all at the center the Roster and I doubt
That this rocket in my pocket don't make it while trying out
Like POW
[Hook - Turn it up sample: Chamillionaire]
Check out my track record, they say I'm a track wrecka
Check out my track record, check out my track record
Check out my track record, they say I'm a track wrecka
Hotter than a black pepper, now that I am back nigga
Everything lyrics - Chamillionaire (feat. Crooked I)
[Talking: Chamillionaire]
This messed up in here right now, mayne
[jail bars closing / jailmates talking]
You got bars, wearing skinny jeans
bragging bout clothes like that's what that is, mayne
Smell like urnation around here, mayne
Sentation knamsayin?
I done peep the scene
Every Tuesday boys getting did with no Vaseline
So I already just do my solo thang (me too)
Other day it was a fighting population
This lil' dude try to shank me with a Popsicle stick
Almost got his face knocked out by this West Coast cat
(Texas Go Hard!)
Crooked I (Let's get em!)
[Crooked I:]
Yeah, eastside of a red L.B.C.
Pumps in my trunk on my L.T.D.
Sippin' on that Hennessey it helps me breathe
Who's next on the west, might as well be me
Fast get mad cause I ain't drop a album
Ya favorite rapper hates on me how come?
A bet of questions how come I pull out guns on ya loud mouths
I can't leave the house without one? (BLAH!)
Keep it real I don't need imiations
Go guard your club, I don't need invitations
Your art is suck
Crooked go hard as fuck
Niggas go hard as nuts
I can see limitations (Ow)
Lyrical genius I pree in a faishon
Waiting to drop my CD but I'm patient
Fuck the industry if they want me to sell out
I can hit the streets for this cheese that I'm tasting (yeah)
Tony Touch told me not to conform
Now I coming at you like a tropical storm
And I knock it down every fuckin' obstacle
? Not to conforms like a Mormon who shoplift for porn?
After you rocking-me-ion
Gimme the mic, I'm a rock till the dawn
I'm a Big Poppa spit proper Big Pun
With a big gun treat me like Pac when I'm gone
[Chamillionaire singing over Jodeci Hook / Crooked I talking:]
Your everything I need (sup Chamillionaire?)
Everything I want baby everything I need
Do what'cha want me too (your all we need)
I would do, Everythang (Southwest connection)
When start money for you (Knamtalkinbout?)
Oooohhhhhhhhh baby (R.I.P. Pimp muthafuckin' C) Yeah
What else is there to do? (R.I.P. Easy muthafuckin' E)
I don't know,
I don't know,
but I'll cry
[Chamillionaire]
Yeah
I know I'm sick enough to bless you Ha-choo!
The whole industry is gonna feel that flu
The industry is wanting me to sell out too I ain't goin lie
Vanilla Ice I wanna sell like you
Texas in my blood, Pimp C and Screw
Real close to my heart like a new tattoo
Everybody that I'm looking at ain't true
I guess I got a Crooked I and I'm just like you
Fans chat everyday about sells
Both in the sink you can save yourselfs
Show ya how to swim and I do it no help
Me and y'all can't talk if it ain't about mail
Last time I wore a backpack I was in school
Silly little trans try'na playa confused
Skinny little jeans y'all look like some fools I don't talk too much so they say that I'm rude
Was a duece-duece now I'm on a duece-six
Money getting made and it look like you sick
Wanna take mine but there's nothing you get
And your wallet looking skinny as a F-ing tooth pick
Get rich, tick-tick-tick BOOM!
Sliver I never really seen that spoon
Plies ain't here so you can assume
That I'm the realest rapper that you seeing in the room
Got a deal with me, goin do the deal for free
Was getting currency since C was still with P (who?)
Currency I know you feel me G I ain't come with a army but never will retrieve
Ya girl's still a freak, that girl feeling me
I let her open the door and let her feel the seat
Drop another underground ya gotta hear me speak
Can't listen to a tape and not hear the street
[Talking: Chamillionaire]
Man another bites to dust, mayne
They goin have to step they game up, mayne
It's one percent two mayne [laughs]
One percent fruit juice, man
Man I need some perservates, man
(They starving us man)
? man [laughs]
Crazy
[jail bars close]
This messed up in here right now, mayne
[jail bars closing / jailmates talking]
You got bars, wearing skinny jeans
bragging bout clothes like that's what that is, mayne
Smell like urnation around here, mayne
Sentation knamsayin?
I done peep the scene
Every Tuesday boys getting did with no Vaseline
So I already just do my solo thang (me too)
Other day it was a fighting population
This lil' dude try to shank me with a Popsicle stick
Almost got his face knocked out by this West Coast cat
(Texas Go Hard!)
Crooked I (Let's get em!)
[Crooked I:]
Yeah, eastside of a red L.B.C.
Pumps in my trunk on my L.T.D.
Sippin' on that Hennessey it helps me breathe
Who's next on the west, might as well be me
Fast get mad cause I ain't drop a album
Ya favorite rapper hates on me how come?
A bet of questions how come I pull out guns on ya loud mouths
I can't leave the house without one? (BLAH!)
Keep it real I don't need imiations
Go guard your club, I don't need invitations
Your art is suck
Crooked go hard as fuck
Niggas go hard as nuts
I can see limitations (Ow)
Lyrical genius I pree in a faishon
Waiting to drop my CD but I'm patient
Fuck the industry if they want me to sell out
I can hit the streets for this cheese that I'm tasting (yeah)
Tony Touch told me not to conform
Now I coming at you like a tropical storm
And I knock it down every fuckin' obstacle
? Not to conforms like a Mormon who shoplift for porn?
After you rocking-me-ion
Gimme the mic, I'm a rock till the dawn
I'm a Big Poppa spit proper Big Pun
With a big gun treat me like Pac when I'm gone
[Chamillionaire singing over Jodeci Hook / Crooked I talking:]
Your everything I need (sup Chamillionaire?)
Everything I want baby everything I need
Do what'cha want me too (your all we need)
I would do, Everythang (Southwest connection)
When start money for you (Knamtalkinbout?)
Oooohhhhhhhhh baby (R.I.P. Pimp muthafuckin' C) Yeah
What else is there to do? (R.I.P. Easy muthafuckin' E)
I don't know,
I don't know,
but I'll cry
[Chamillionaire]
Yeah
I know I'm sick enough to bless you Ha-choo!
The whole industry is gonna feel that flu
The industry is wanting me to sell out too I ain't goin lie
Vanilla Ice I wanna sell like you
Texas in my blood, Pimp C and Screw
Real close to my heart like a new tattoo
Everybody that I'm looking at ain't true
I guess I got a Crooked I and I'm just like you
Fans chat everyday about sells
Both in the sink you can save yourselfs
Show ya how to swim and I do it no help
Me and y'all can't talk if it ain't about mail
Last time I wore a backpack I was in school
Silly little trans try'na playa confused
Skinny little jeans y'all look like some fools I don't talk too much so they say that I'm rude
Was a duece-duece now I'm on a duece-six
Money getting made and it look like you sick
Wanna take mine but there's nothing you get
And your wallet looking skinny as a F-ing tooth pick
Get rich, tick-tick-tick BOOM!
Sliver I never really seen that spoon
Plies ain't here so you can assume
That I'm the realest rapper that you seeing in the room
Got a deal with me, goin do the deal for free
Was getting currency since C was still with P (who?)
Currency I know you feel me G I ain't come with a army but never will retrieve
Ya girl's still a freak, that girl feeling me
I let her open the door and let her feel the seat
Drop another underground ya gotta hear me speak
Can't listen to a tape and not hear the street
[Talking: Chamillionaire]
Man another bites to dust, mayne
They goin have to step they game up, mayne
It's one percent two mayne [laughs]
One percent fruit juice, man
Man I need some perservates, man
(They starving us man)
? man [laughs]
Crazy
[jail bars close]
Switch Styles Reloaded lyrics - Chamillionaire
Ha
Switch Styles
I'm the boss of the ballers
My business is to go get it
You getting money in the city, I make yo business my business
I got heat on the doe
I call it Dennis the Menace
You goin get greet with a smile, and get send straight to the dentist
Put them coats on the candy I call it quenchin the thirst
Pop my car in your driveway, you'll think I send ya desert
Think I cooked up some fruit the way the orange is burnt
I'm talking bout my Excursion my rims done already turnt
That means I got miles on it just call me when y'all want it
I turn on that Navigation then enter in my opponent
Sound like that old Koopa, but look how that boy thrown it
That mean it already throwed if you see that I'm on it
Look at the lot I own it, and under that I bury ya
Got a coffin delivery let me call my carrier
And I ain't even heard of ya, my paper is thirtier
A living room looking striaght outta Gallery Furniture
I will murder a murderer I don't worry with worriers
I get further and further ya plus my whip look perverted, huh
Top taking off with that naked lady inserted her
Sexy frame on the fender, try'na get my doe like a burglar
Believe that I hurt you, you know the Beamer is purple
The TV screens in the Beamer goin hit the scene like it's Urkel
You gots to keep on falling but I'm a keep on ballin'
The groupies like bill collectors cause they just keep on calling
With all these car-loving woman I feel like 007
Can they just throw your car, shut the F up and go get em
I leave em stiff as a denim, I decorate em fasho
I'm a leave em stiff as a doe, and lay em out like a flo
Switch Styles
I pull up on em with the rag top leaning
Hit that button on the dash until it close (till it close)
The laws try'na pull my candy thang over
But my pistol hitting somewhere by the flow (by the flow)
Oh, I'm getting that money and you know it
And I'll probably go and blow it on some jewels (on some jewels)
And you know this is true but'cha got me confused
I won't go broke I'm nothing like you
Switch Styles
Ay, stop talking bout what you finna do
You goin get the doe then go get the doe
I'm a ball all the way till I'm fifty-fo
And spend all my doe on gettin mo
Cause I'm way cooler than you dudes
And I'm way smoother than you fools
Yes the paint, then yes the shoes
I got a new whip I call it Blue's Clues
I'm the baddest rapper in the southern region
Been the hardest rapper out the forty-fo
You don't wanna be the one to go toe-to-toe
Cause I slow ya roll and you know it bro
Combo and I brought some doe
You already know I don't converse
And if a hater try'na take my doe
Then I'll break his face with my Converse
Talk last and then bomb first
Like Makaveli I'm having Fetti
Money power and fame cool but you get em all and you out a deli
Don't ever beg I feel that is petty
I don't wear J's I leave that to Nelly
You ain't even talk trash yet
But I'll raise your mind and I'm mad already
Switch Styles
I'm the boss of the ballers
My business is to go get it
You getting money in the city, I make yo business my business
I got heat on the doe
I call it Dennis the Menace
You goin get greet with a smile, and get send straight to the dentist
Put them coats on the candy I call it quenchin the thirst
Pop my car in your driveway, you'll think I send ya desert
Think I cooked up some fruit the way the orange is burnt
I'm talking bout my Excursion my rims done already turnt
That means I got miles on it just call me when y'all want it
I turn on that Navigation then enter in my opponent
Sound like that old Koopa, but look how that boy thrown it
That mean it already throwed if you see that I'm on it
Look at the lot I own it, and under that I bury ya
Got a coffin delivery let me call my carrier
And I ain't even heard of ya, my paper is thirtier
A living room looking striaght outta Gallery Furniture
I will murder a murderer I don't worry with worriers
I get further and further ya plus my whip look perverted, huh
Top taking off with that naked lady inserted her
Sexy frame on the fender, try'na get my doe like a burglar
Believe that I hurt you, you know the Beamer is purple
The TV screens in the Beamer goin hit the scene like it's Urkel
You gots to keep on falling but I'm a keep on ballin'
The groupies like bill collectors cause they just keep on calling
With all these car-loving woman I feel like 007
Can they just throw your car, shut the F up and go get em
I leave em stiff as a denim, I decorate em fasho
I'm a leave em stiff as a doe, and lay em out like a flo
Switch Styles
I pull up on em with the rag top leaning
Hit that button on the dash until it close (till it close)
The laws try'na pull my candy thang over
But my pistol hitting somewhere by the flow (by the flow)
Oh, I'm getting that money and you know it
And I'll probably go and blow it on some jewels (on some jewels)
And you know this is true but'cha got me confused
I won't go broke I'm nothing like you
Switch Styles
Ay, stop talking bout what you finna do
You goin get the doe then go get the doe
I'm a ball all the way till I'm fifty-fo
And spend all my doe on gettin mo
Cause I'm way cooler than you dudes
And I'm way smoother than you fools
Yes the paint, then yes the shoes
I got a new whip I call it Blue's Clues
I'm the baddest rapper in the southern region
Been the hardest rapper out the forty-fo
You don't wanna be the one to go toe-to-toe
Cause I slow ya roll and you know it bro
Combo and I brought some doe
You already know I don't converse
And if a hater try'na take my doe
Then I'll break his face with my Converse
Talk last and then bomb first
Like Makaveli I'm having Fetti
Money power and fame cool but you get em all and you out a deli
Don't ever beg I feel that is petty
I don't wear J's I leave that to Nelly
You ain't even talk trash yet
But I'll raise your mind and I'm mad already
Murder They Wrote lyrics - Chamillionaire (feat. Killa Kyleon, Lil' Ray)
[Killa Kyleon]
Yeah
That's right
Hey
Run It
Fly boy eighty fo's for my landing gear
Runway lights on my neck wrist hand and ear
I look like a chandelier you can point the camera here
Alert TMZ, because the man is here
Hey, I'm so photogenic, gratzi paparazzi
I'm looking like money you try'na get it watch me
Just got my pilots license and a fly ride
Only difference is I don't drive I skydive
Haters try'na pull my parachute but I'm in the wind
I'm in sumthin' jet blue, no top, butter skin
I'm hotter than a furnace and I just left ??
Y'all talking wood wheel but a nigga really turnin (hey)
First class killa, y'all niggas coach
Y'all get slices, I get loafs
Mile high club, elite access
I'm a G-four jet y'all niggas Southwest (YEAH!)
Let's talk money cause I'm bout that
Man Killa you broke, yeah I so doubt that
I know you haters would like to see a nigga off note
But I am not a singer if that's what'cha hope
I'm three times crazy like the boy out the oak
Man I'm the shit, (I'm the shit) y'all shit don't float (hey)
Bitch ass niggas keep dropping that stoap
While I walk in this booth and keep dropping that dope
I'm gettin green like Scope, bitches gargle my dick
And I a in't even gotta ask cause they swallow don't spit
Y'all sorta like my hoes y'all niggas don't spit
I hear you niggas records you ain't talking bout shit (YEAH!)
[Lil Ray]
Psycho-path whip, suicide on the damn doors
Gucci backpack I ain't never rock Jansport
Green paper stacks from the ceiling to the damn floor
Dollar signs money M.O.E. is what I stand for
Slab cars out for the hell of it when get boy
Black Chevy, black Dodge, black Lac, black Porsche
Black seats, black floors, black skin, black Porsche
Freak bitches tell me is my pants is a black horse
Vote for Barack, shit we all made a black choice
Neck already platinum what the fuck I need it plaque for?
Black diamonds in the wrist, well time to add more
Black hoes, black whores, white bricks, black source
Black Jordans, ice grill, rose gold, yella boy
Drankin' on that medication syruped out skelator
Legendary with the blue pill call me Eddie George
Run it like a running-back, projects door-to-door
We say forty-fo' y'all say forty-four
Dirty south, different slang, different kane, better drugs
Bigger bucks, sniffin' mugs, what up blood, what up cuz
Y'all make it rain and drizzle, we make it rain and flood
Boys say they hustlin' but lying like welcome rugs
Duece fo's on each car I ride in like Kobe, brah
Underneath my seat is high heat stay packing slugs
Just in case they try to jack it like Lettermans
I'm so sick I need more than Exced'rins
Asthma attack tracks like Kanye, no hesitance
Y'all niggas jock Lil Ray swag it's irrelevant
Get so much brain I am filled with intelligence
Ed Hardy* jean pockets deep full of gelaton
Name ten rappers I ain't better than
Y'all niggas suck that's evident, paid like Federline
And "fuck Lil Ray " no thanks I'm celibate
Prada kicks on my car ??
In the streets so much my popularity is like the president
They don't wanna see a nigga levitate, cause they hoes
Playa haters with disease call jealousy
Never Misdemeanor, I'm felony
Cut Beyonce and made her sing in that falsetta melody
Boss Hogg run the streets heavily
Young nigga stay with old money I got gwap from the seventies
Pull up in that drop on them Elliots
I call the rims Missy Elliots because the lips on 'em are very thick
Candy red paint looking cherry-ish
Styrofoam cup full of purple, no alcoholic beverages
It's Lil Ray Ya Bitch!
Yeah
That's right
Hey
Run It
Fly boy eighty fo's for my landing gear
Runway lights on my neck wrist hand and ear
I look like a chandelier you can point the camera here
Alert TMZ, because the man is here
Hey, I'm so photogenic, gratzi paparazzi
I'm looking like money you try'na get it watch me
Just got my pilots license and a fly ride
Only difference is I don't drive I skydive
Haters try'na pull my parachute but I'm in the wind
I'm in sumthin' jet blue, no top, butter skin
I'm hotter than a furnace and I just left ??
Y'all talking wood wheel but a nigga really turnin (hey)
First class killa, y'all niggas coach
Y'all get slices, I get loafs
Mile high club, elite access
I'm a G-four jet y'all niggas Southwest (YEAH!)
Let's talk money cause I'm bout that
Man Killa you broke, yeah I so doubt that
I know you haters would like to see a nigga off note
But I am not a singer if that's what'cha hope
I'm three times crazy like the boy out the oak
Man I'm the shit, (I'm the shit) y'all shit don't float (hey)
Bitch ass niggas keep dropping that stoap
While I walk in this booth and keep dropping that dope
I'm gettin green like Scope, bitches gargle my dick
And I a in't even gotta ask cause they swallow don't spit
Y'all sorta like my hoes y'all niggas don't spit
I hear you niggas records you ain't talking bout shit (YEAH!)
[Lil Ray]
Psycho-path whip, suicide on the damn doors
Gucci backpack I ain't never rock Jansport
Green paper stacks from the ceiling to the damn floor
Dollar signs money M.O.E. is what I stand for
Slab cars out for the hell of it when get boy
Black Chevy, black Dodge, black Lac, black Porsche
Black seats, black floors, black skin, black Porsche
Freak bitches tell me is my pants is a black horse
Vote for Barack, shit we all made a black choice
Neck already platinum what the fuck I need it plaque for?
Black diamonds in the wrist, well time to add more
Black hoes, black whores, white bricks, black source
Black Jordans, ice grill, rose gold, yella boy
Drankin' on that medication syruped out skelator
Legendary with the blue pill call me Eddie George
Run it like a running-back, projects door-to-door
We say forty-fo' y'all say forty-four
Dirty south, different slang, different kane, better drugs
Bigger bucks, sniffin' mugs, what up blood, what up cuz
Y'all make it rain and drizzle, we make it rain and flood
Boys say they hustlin' but lying like welcome rugs
Duece fo's on each car I ride in like Kobe, brah
Underneath my seat is high heat stay packing slugs
Just in case they try to jack it like Lettermans
I'm so sick I need more than Exced'rins
Asthma attack tracks like Kanye, no hesitance
Y'all niggas jock Lil Ray swag it's irrelevant
Get so much brain I am filled with intelligence
Ed Hardy* jean pockets deep full of gelaton
Name ten rappers I ain't better than
Y'all niggas suck that's evident, paid like Federline
And "fuck Lil Ray " no thanks I'm celibate
Prada kicks on my car ??
In the streets so much my popularity is like the president
They don't wanna see a nigga levitate, cause they hoes
Playa haters with disease call jealousy
Never Misdemeanor, I'm felony
Cut Beyonce and made her sing in that falsetta melody
Boss Hogg run the streets heavily
Young nigga stay with old money I got gwap from the seventies
Pull up in that drop on them Elliots
I call the rims Missy Elliots because the lips on 'em are very thick
Candy red paint looking cherry-ish
Styrofoam cup full of purple, no alcoholic beverages
It's Lil Ray Ya Bitch!
For The Moment lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Hook]
I turned on her favorite song
I knew that would turn you on
Now she sayin she gon do what I want
She say she wana wake up with me in the mornin'
She took two shots of Patronnnn
Shots of Patronnnn
Shots of Patronnnnnnnnn
Now she gone and you knowin that it's onn
But this the type of love that just last for the moment...
[Verse 1]
She be super freaky everytime she see the cash come out
Had to stash the gat
Every vehicle gon have a spot
Twenty sixes got me floatin like a astronaut
lookin at my watch I don't want the hand to pass the dot
money got to be the only thing I'm runnin by
chasin at a lot but I'm fast so I ain't runnin out
picture perfect girl it's time two get yo camera out
you can see the D in HD like the magnavox, baby doll
Swear to y'all that I got sexy tho
If I pull a stack and it don't turn you on jus lemme kno
lemme know while I turn the deck to numba four
couple numbers mo you gon be ready go
my destiny is to keep two chicks next to me like Kelly
I mean that chick from H-Town that had that head with Nelly
candy paint slick as the new bottle of KY Jelly
I'm lookin for another jam that I can play like Felly
It seems like your ready to figure out a maneuver
It seems like I'm ready to figure out somethin newer
I betcha you love how I do ya I show her plus I'm approve her
I'm tryna do somethin to do her like I don't need no approval
you a hot girl if not girl don't be touchin my gwock girl
Every female squirrel tryna get a nutt in my world
and this is my world so sit back and relax
and let the four fifteens soothe yo back back bm such a mack
[Hook]
I turned on her favorite song
I knew that would turn you on
Now she sayin she gon do what I want
She say she wana wake up with me in the mornin'
She took two shots of Patronnnn
Shots of Patronnnn
Shots of Patronnnnnnnnn
Now she gone and you knowin that it's onn
But this the type of love that just last for the moment...
[Verse 2]
She checkin out my whip, she checkin in the W
Checkin out a flick and she jammin that because of you
checkin to see if our man thats gona get you in trouble whoo
I show you some love but I love if you cumber too
cumber too when you know yo boy got cha
parmesean pasta pourin on hot stuff
Tellin me how his D game trash like oscar
knowin that my D gona put her to sleep like boxer
Sugar ray hook a lay right below yo belt
M&M's is known to melt you cant even control yourself
lookin round grabbin pillows reachin for some help
I could never lay my D down it's gon break the scale
yeah playboy bunny got me energized
Energized I ain't gona need many tries
But I bet you gon reach the clouds many times
climax then I go back to gettin money right.....
[Final hook]
I turned on her favorite song
I knew that would turn you on
Now she sayin she gon do what I want
She say she wana wake up with me in the mornin'
She took two shots of Patronnnn
Shots of Patronnnn
Shots of Patronnnnnnnnn
Now she gone and you knowin that it's onn
But this the type of love that just last for the moment...
I turned on her favorite song
I knew that would turn you on
Now she sayin she gon do what I want
She say she wana wake up with me in the mornin'
She took two shots of Patronnnn
Shots of Patronnnn
Shots of Patronnnnnnnnn
Now she gone and you knowin that it's onn
But this the type of love that just last for the moment...
[Verse 1]
She be super freaky everytime she see the cash come out
Had to stash the gat
Every vehicle gon have a spot
Twenty sixes got me floatin like a astronaut
lookin at my watch I don't want the hand to pass the dot
money got to be the only thing I'm runnin by
chasin at a lot but I'm fast so I ain't runnin out
picture perfect girl it's time two get yo camera out
you can see the D in HD like the magnavox, baby doll
Swear to y'all that I got sexy tho
If I pull a stack and it don't turn you on jus lemme kno
lemme know while I turn the deck to numba four
couple numbers mo you gon be ready go
my destiny is to keep two chicks next to me like Kelly
I mean that chick from H-Town that had that head with Nelly
candy paint slick as the new bottle of KY Jelly
I'm lookin for another jam that I can play like Felly
It seems like your ready to figure out a maneuver
It seems like I'm ready to figure out somethin newer
I betcha you love how I do ya I show her plus I'm approve her
I'm tryna do somethin to do her like I don't need no approval
you a hot girl if not girl don't be touchin my gwock girl
Every female squirrel tryna get a nutt in my world
and this is my world so sit back and relax
and let the four fifteens soothe yo back back bm such a mack
[Hook]
I turned on her favorite song
I knew that would turn you on
Now she sayin she gon do what I want
She say she wana wake up with me in the mornin'
She took two shots of Patronnnn
Shots of Patronnnn
Shots of Patronnnnnnnnn
Now she gone and you knowin that it's onn
But this the type of love that just last for the moment...
[Verse 2]
She checkin out my whip, she checkin in the W
Checkin out a flick and she jammin that because of you
checkin to see if our man thats gona get you in trouble whoo
I show you some love but I love if you cumber too
cumber too when you know yo boy got cha
parmesean pasta pourin on hot stuff
Tellin me how his D game trash like oscar
knowin that my D gona put her to sleep like boxer
Sugar ray hook a lay right below yo belt
M&M's is known to melt you cant even control yourself
lookin round grabbin pillows reachin for some help
I could never lay my D down it's gon break the scale
yeah playboy bunny got me energized
Energized I ain't gona need many tries
But I bet you gon reach the clouds many times
climax then I go back to gettin money right.....
[Final hook]
I turned on her favorite song
I knew that would turn you on
Now she sayin she gon do what I want
She say she wana wake up with me in the mornin'
She took two shots of Patronnnn
Shots of Patronnnn
Shots of Patronnnnnnnnn
Now she gone and you knowin that it's onn
But this the type of love that just last for the moment...
Shine So Clean lyrics - Chamillionaire (feat. Lil' Keke)
[Talking: Chamillionaire/Lil Keke]
Swishahouse
(Chamillitary)
Hold Up
(Yung Don Ke, 713, R.I.P. Pimp C)
Uh
(I'm So Clean)
You Ready Ke?
(Let's Go, H-Town)
[Sample x2: Pimp C]
Listen To My Thesis, See Just What I Mean
Nigga I Ride Dirty Everyday But Still I Shine So Clean
[Talking through hook: Chamillionaire]
This underground rap royalty right here mayn
It's Koopa
Let's go ahead and talk it down, Ke
Pop the trunk mayne
Know what I'm talkin bout?
[Verse: Lil Keke]
Glitter and glean got a hustla feeling guilty
Kush smoked up burner cause a nigga riding filthy
Ball if it kill me, life inside the turning lane
Finished for this coming down holding on this wood grain
Married to this thug thang, I be at it real early
Shining like a spotlight even though I'm riding dirty
Tell it to a G, if you know the playa better wait
Dirty south Houston, Texas niggas do it everyday
Legendary Yung Don steal knocking pimpin fun
Phantom with a lambchop, call them hoes Reverend Run
Flipping like an acrobat, TV like an apple mat
Fo-fifteens inside the back, ask him is they liking that
This is called a Cadillac keep me saying "Thank ya"
Old school Americans are keepin like my gangsta
Keke rolling hard on to ya slabs got the yard bigger
Coming down clean still swangin on fraud niggas
[Sample x2: Pimp C]
Listen To My Thesis, See Just What I Mean
Nigga I Ride Dirty Everyday But Still I Shine So Clean (I'm looking good baby)
Listen To My Thesis, See Just What I Mean
Nigga I Ride Dirty Everyday But Still I Shine So Clean (I'm looking clean, looking clean)
Everyday I Shine-Shine So Clean
Glitter And Glean Everyday I Shine-Shine So Clean (I'm looking good baby)
Everyday I Shine-Shine So Clean
So I Keep Swangin' I Hear Clanging See Just What I Mean
[Verse: Chamillionaire]
They stand around staring at my whip like it's some kind of statue
But if you touch it you'll get hurt just like you got a tattoo
(Why? Cause I'm a slap you)
They goin get sick my whip goin make em "Ha-choo!"
In the yella Vet so wet it'll make you wanna go buy a Snapple
That's pineapple
I didn't have to even get my bling
But I'm a rock it like the Dream, but don't call me Hakeem
When I'm cmoing down that candy green look like Listerine
My appraisal took em month because I got a list of rings
Forgive my bling
Ballin got me feeling like Tila baby
My fleet is crazy, but the chick that's in my seat is lazy
She won't get up
Yup, my Lincoln is my sweet lil lady
It's like the sun is try'na bake her like Anita baby
I need a shadies power I can park a fleet of cars
I ain't goin lie ran out of room in my complete garage
Get a masuage for my fifteens doing a stanky leg
That stanky bread, dirty money watch me make a left
And shake a fed like
[Sample x2: Pimp C]
Listen To My Thesis, See Just What I Mean
Nigga I Ride Dirty Everyday But Still I Shine So Clean (I'm looking good baby)
Listen To My Thesis, See Just What I Mean
Nigga I Ride Dirty Everyday But Still I Shine So Clean (I'm looking clean, looking clean)
Everyday I Shine-Shine So Clean
Glitter And Glean Everyday I Shine-Shine So Clean (I'm looking good baby)
Everyday I Shine-Shine So Clean
So I Keep Swangin' I Hear Clanging See Just What I Mean
I'm looking clean on the scene
Swishahouse
(Chamillitary)
Hold Up
(Yung Don Ke, 713, R.I.P. Pimp C)
Uh
(I'm So Clean)
You Ready Ke?
(Let's Go, H-Town)
[Sample x2: Pimp C]
Listen To My Thesis, See Just What I Mean
Nigga I Ride Dirty Everyday But Still I Shine So Clean
[Talking through hook: Chamillionaire]
This underground rap royalty right here mayn
It's Koopa
Let's go ahead and talk it down, Ke
Pop the trunk mayne
Know what I'm talkin bout?
[Verse: Lil Keke]
Glitter and glean got a hustla feeling guilty
Kush smoked up burner cause a nigga riding filthy
Ball if it kill me, life inside the turning lane
Finished for this coming down holding on this wood grain
Married to this thug thang, I be at it real early
Shining like a spotlight even though I'm riding dirty
Tell it to a G, if you know the playa better wait
Dirty south Houston, Texas niggas do it everyday
Legendary Yung Don steal knocking pimpin fun
Phantom with a lambchop, call them hoes Reverend Run
Flipping like an acrobat, TV like an apple mat
Fo-fifteens inside the back, ask him is they liking that
This is called a Cadillac keep me saying "Thank ya"
Old school Americans are keepin like my gangsta
Keke rolling hard on to ya slabs got the yard bigger
Coming down clean still swangin on fraud niggas
[Sample x2: Pimp C]
Listen To My Thesis, See Just What I Mean
Nigga I Ride Dirty Everyday But Still I Shine So Clean (I'm looking good baby)
Listen To My Thesis, See Just What I Mean
Nigga I Ride Dirty Everyday But Still I Shine So Clean (I'm looking clean, looking clean)
Everyday I Shine-Shine So Clean
Glitter And Glean Everyday I Shine-Shine So Clean (I'm looking good baby)
Everyday I Shine-Shine So Clean
So I Keep Swangin' I Hear Clanging See Just What I Mean
[Verse: Chamillionaire]
They stand around staring at my whip like it's some kind of statue
But if you touch it you'll get hurt just like you got a tattoo
(Why? Cause I'm a slap you)
They goin get sick my whip goin make em "Ha-choo!"
In the yella Vet so wet it'll make you wanna go buy a Snapple
That's pineapple
I didn't have to even get my bling
But I'm a rock it like the Dream, but don't call me Hakeem
When I'm cmoing down that candy green look like Listerine
My appraisal took em month because I got a list of rings
Forgive my bling
Ballin got me feeling like Tila baby
My fleet is crazy, but the chick that's in my seat is lazy
She won't get up
Yup, my Lincoln is my sweet lil lady
It's like the sun is try'na bake her like Anita baby
I need a shadies power I can park a fleet of cars
I ain't goin lie ran out of room in my complete garage
Get a masuage for my fifteens doing a stanky leg
That stanky bread, dirty money watch me make a left
And shake a fed like
[Sample x2: Pimp C]
Listen To My Thesis, See Just What I Mean
Nigga I Ride Dirty Everyday But Still I Shine So Clean (I'm looking good baby)
Listen To My Thesis, See Just What I Mean
Nigga I Ride Dirty Everyday But Still I Shine So Clean (I'm looking clean, looking clean)
Everyday I Shine-Shine So Clean
Glitter And Glean Everyday I Shine-Shine So Clean (I'm looking good baby)
Everyday I Shine-Shine So Clean
So I Keep Swangin' I Hear Clanging See Just What I Mean
I'm looking clean on the scene
Judge Judy lyrics - Chamillionaire
They won't let me out
I'm locked up, they won't let me out
Locked up, they won't let me out [x2]
Ay, ay, ay, just let me out [x4]
Uh
Gettin' paper's my duty, gettin' paper's my duty
The police pull me over to me to jail in the tooly
When the law ask me why? I said my life is a movie
Will Smith wanted happiness, haters try'na pursuit me
Then I bumped into Judy, yeah I bumped into Judy
I ain't F-ing with apples, most of these rappers is fruity
Yeah, ya'll honer the industry, it's try'na pollute me
I just bumped into Oprah and want to feel on her booty
I just want a lil peace, that won't give me the cutties
Got a father with money, like Vanessa and Rudy (Huxtable)
I'm the type to get moody if you don't like it then sue me
Naw don't sue me, cause really I had enough of that truly
You dis chick she was boogie she really think she a cutie
She be puffin at night, getting higher than cooly
Bags looking like Gucci, cars smelling like? gucci?
I don't wanna say her name so let's just call it Suzy
Try'na act like she knew me, try'na act like she knew me
Try'na friend me on Myspace like how come you wanna prove me
She be lying a lot, people say she a groupie
She had told me she got a lot in the grease like Judy
So the judge looked at me, and the judge said to me
"Your a slick-tongue rapper, your rap could never could fool me"
Then she gave me my sinners like I had spoke to a ruly
She said "I'm goin give you LIFE, if you don't come here and do me! "
What? !
I'm locked up, they won't let me out
Locked up, they won't let me out [x2]
Ay, ay, ay, just let me out [x4]
Uh
Gettin' paper's my duty, gettin' paper's my duty
The police pull me over to me to jail in the tooly
When the law ask me why? I said my life is a movie
Will Smith wanted happiness, haters try'na pursuit me
Then I bumped into Judy, yeah I bumped into Judy
I ain't F-ing with apples, most of these rappers is fruity
Yeah, ya'll honer the industry, it's try'na pollute me
I just bumped into Oprah and want to feel on her booty
I just want a lil peace, that won't give me the cutties
Got a father with money, like Vanessa and Rudy (Huxtable)
I'm the type to get moody if you don't like it then sue me
Naw don't sue me, cause really I had enough of that truly
You dis chick she was boogie she really think she a cutie
She be puffin at night, getting higher than cooly
Bags looking like Gucci, cars smelling like? gucci?
I don't wanna say her name so let's just call it Suzy
Try'na act like she knew me, try'na act like she knew me
Try'na friend me on Myspace like how come you wanna prove me
She be lying a lot, people say she a groupie
She had told me she got a lot in the grease like Judy
So the judge looked at me, and the judge said to me
"Your a slick-tongue rapper, your rap could never could fool me"
Then she gave me my sinners like I had spoke to a ruly
She said "I'm goin give you LIFE, if you don't come here and do me! "
What? !
Intro lyrics - Chamillionaire
Chops On The Track!
Chamillitary Mayne
(Download my style they down-download my style)
[Chamillionaire talking backwards]
(Download my style they down-download my style)
Hey
Yeeah
Most of these new rappers must be jacking off of fame
Real recognize real and all of y'all rappers look the same
Internet make em gangsta, Facebook is ya game
Blue's Clues what'cha claim, YouTube where they bang
Michael Jordan been lame, mine been Kobe of the game
And when Kobe end up lame I throwed back before he changed
I walk in a Y-covier they know when I got some change
Pocket on on a straight jacket like the doe I got insane
Get out'cha history books, I'm too great to erase
Been too solid to replace since great tapes was on taste (hol' up)
Which dentist to you dummies a young minnus with some money?
Make ya cut off your watch hand and sent ya whole wrist to Johnny (hol' up)
I ain't looking for friends cause those be the one to hate
There to temporary Trill and to permanently fake
Get up off my nuts and tell ya chick come get a taste
I be spuing like it's open two-faced in her face (ugh)
Stacks to heavy had to buy a better belt
I don't need silly rappers I'm investing in myself
Sell water to a well then sell slime to a snail
Convince workers in FedEx to cell mail to they selfs (ha)
My money rip the scale you better go get a wreckter scale
Yeah, you could die and couldn't find a hotter kid in hell (foreal)
You can flow the way to the permuter with ya girl
On vacation with'cha hating and I make it back to tell
Got sheriffs begging me to sell products in the jail
Got weatlhy White kids with no problem getting bail
Couldn't find my mixtape and my email didn't help
They doing crime to serve time so they can cop it in the cell (cell)
You want it don't even bother, I bring her back tomorrow
I'm looking for a super thick Toccara I can borrow
Brain so incredible that you can been in Harvard
Brain so incredible that you can get the Carter
Cash Money, Ha, psyche, a dilly
Message erased but you already know the drilly
And the flow so sick I'm popping the disc and get commiddy
Uh, wallet so heavy that my bike won't pop a willie
I'm on leather got mo cheddar my flow federal too
My flow getting the so wetter when slow better in Screw
When you met her then you tell her that you better than who?
You know better the go-getter you know better than you
[Talking:]
Chamilitary Mayne
Gimme that
Y'all know what time it is
Organize k-os in the streets
Mixtape Messiah Part 5
Jump fly, I'm a make it feel like the fourth of July
The bad guy
Yeah, Chamillitary Mayne
I ain't playin with y'all
Gimme that
Thank you
They telling me I done fell off, they saying I gotta sell
They telling me I'm commercial, they saying I won't pervell
But hating is motovation haters you can probably help
Just call me on my celly and tell me how I'm a fail
I'm talking (8 3 2) I'm talking (5 1 4) I'm talking (4 7 3 zero) Holla at me
I'm talking (8 3 2) I'm talking (5 1 4) I'm talking (4 7 3 zero) Holla at me
Shut up when the general talking (I'm talking) some of y'all be bumping to much man (I'm talking)
I'm out in the streets getting mine doing what I do (holla at me)
I'm taking it over like I always do (I'm talking) and you bumping
Call me up (I'm talking) Let me know what it is
I listen to my messages (holla at me) Yeah
Mixtape Messiah part, uh, I forgot
I been doing this for years and I'm still on the top
Watch
(This has been a Chops Production)
[Female voice:] Chamillitary Mayne
Chamillitary Mayne
(Download my style they down-download my style)
[Chamillionaire talking backwards]
(Download my style they down-download my style)
Hey
Yeeah
Most of these new rappers must be jacking off of fame
Real recognize real and all of y'all rappers look the same
Internet make em gangsta, Facebook is ya game
Blue's Clues what'cha claim, YouTube where they bang
Michael Jordan been lame, mine been Kobe of the game
And when Kobe end up lame I throwed back before he changed
I walk in a Y-covier they know when I got some change
Pocket on on a straight jacket like the doe I got insane
Get out'cha history books, I'm too great to erase
Been too solid to replace since great tapes was on taste (hol' up)
Which dentist to you dummies a young minnus with some money?
Make ya cut off your watch hand and sent ya whole wrist to Johnny (hol' up)
I ain't looking for friends cause those be the one to hate
There to temporary Trill and to permanently fake
Get up off my nuts and tell ya chick come get a taste
I be spuing like it's open two-faced in her face (ugh)
Stacks to heavy had to buy a better belt
I don't need silly rappers I'm investing in myself
Sell water to a well then sell slime to a snail
Convince workers in FedEx to cell mail to they selfs (ha)
My money rip the scale you better go get a wreckter scale
Yeah, you could die and couldn't find a hotter kid in hell (foreal)
You can flow the way to the permuter with ya girl
On vacation with'cha hating and I make it back to tell
Got sheriffs begging me to sell products in the jail
Got weatlhy White kids with no problem getting bail
Couldn't find my mixtape and my email didn't help
They doing crime to serve time so they can cop it in the cell (cell)
You want it don't even bother, I bring her back tomorrow
I'm looking for a super thick Toccara I can borrow
Brain so incredible that you can been in Harvard
Brain so incredible that you can get the Carter
Cash Money, Ha, psyche, a dilly
Message erased but you already know the drilly
And the flow so sick I'm popping the disc and get commiddy
Uh, wallet so heavy that my bike won't pop a willie
I'm on leather got mo cheddar my flow federal too
My flow getting the so wetter when slow better in Screw
When you met her then you tell her that you better than who?
You know better the go-getter you know better than you
[Talking:]
Chamilitary Mayne
Gimme that
Y'all know what time it is
Organize k-os in the streets
Mixtape Messiah Part 5
Jump fly, I'm a make it feel like the fourth of July
The bad guy
Yeah, Chamillitary Mayne
I ain't playin with y'all
Gimme that
Thank you
They telling me I done fell off, they saying I gotta sell
They telling me I'm commercial, they saying I won't pervell
But hating is motovation haters you can probably help
Just call me on my celly and tell me how I'm a fail
I'm talking (8 3 2) I'm talking (5 1 4) I'm talking (4 7 3 zero) Holla at me
I'm talking (8 3 2) I'm talking (5 1 4) I'm talking (4 7 3 zero) Holla at me
Shut up when the general talking (I'm talking) some of y'all be bumping to much man (I'm talking)
I'm out in the streets getting mine doing what I do (holla at me)
I'm taking it over like I always do (I'm talking) and you bumping
Call me up (I'm talking) Let me know what it is
I listen to my messages (holla at me) Yeah
Mixtape Messiah part, uh, I forgot
I been doing this for years and I'm still on the top
Watch
(This has been a Chops Production)
[Female voice:] Chamillitary Mayne
Keep Hating Pt. II lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Chamillionaire]
I'm like Floyd Mayweather
I flow better, my dough better
Fast or slow, whatever you want to do let's go
You already know I go hard
I am the mixtape circuit god
Flow like a butterfly, sting like a nah
A bee don't sting as hard as C
You won't live after you get stung by me
No pay-per-view though, you can get that for free
Chamillionaire.com, Don King
Get in the ring, ding, ding
I'm ready to go, eight rounds, nine rounds
Matter of fact, we gon' knock 'em out first round
We gon' knock 'em out first round
Never heard another rapper bragging this much
That's because I get it hater, shut the F up
No one on the corner got a swagger this tough
I'm the only around that's getting money like Puff
Grabbing my nuts while they turn my mic up
Losers on the net tryna tell me I suck
Couldn't name a rapper that I couldn't light up
And I realised I just had another light bulb
Bright idea just like my ear
Maybe I should diss a mother-F to get press
Maybe I should tell Canada I go harder
than all other artists and I am the best
Yes, I am Texas, I am freshest
Got to come down, got to come down
And when it come to spitting the fast or slow rhyme
I'm Jay and JazO and Twista combined
City I rule, ain't getting at you
Because me verse you isn't really a duel
I pity the fool that try to get in my jewels
Tell security to move and just give me my tool
I'm after your honey like I'm Winnie the Pooh
I'm telling her to strip down and get in my pool
She thinking is that what she really should do
And now she taking off her shirt and she telling me cool
Got all the paper, I ball my paper
And throw it down the toilet like it's toilet paper
Ain't my birthday but they knowing I'm caked up
Forget a super head homie, y'all can take her
I'm throwed in the game, you know I'm insane
With no curse words like the old Lil Wayne
I'm better than Michael, yep better than Jordan
Matter of fact I'm the Kobe Bryant of recording
You ain't important, I am the man
Do it all again homie, that's the plan
And if it don't work then I'ma get it demand
I got a clause in my contract that say that I can
Mixtape god of the mixtape art
Benchwarmers better play they mixtape part
You a retard, get played hard
Go against me and that's a mistake boy
Paparazzi still tryna take my photo
Got a drop top when I hop in my photo
I be by myself cause these boys act homo
And I don't mess with y'all, yep I still roll solo
If you disrespect me then I'm not respect you
If you don't respect me then I'm yelling F you
I treat you like a stepchild you don't wanna step to
The mixtape god so I'm yelling bless you
I'm like Floyd Mayweather
I flow better, my dough better
Fast or slow, whatever you want to do let's go
You already know I go hard
I am the mixtape circuit god
Flow like a butterfly, sting like a nah
A bee don't sting as hard as C
You won't live after you get stung by me
No pay-per-view though, you can get that for free
Chamillionaire.com, Don King
Get in the ring, ding, ding
I'm ready to go, eight rounds, nine rounds
Matter of fact, we gon' knock 'em out first round
We gon' knock 'em out first round
Never heard another rapper bragging this much
That's because I get it hater, shut the F up
No one on the corner got a swagger this tough
I'm the only around that's getting money like Puff
Grabbing my nuts while they turn my mic up
Losers on the net tryna tell me I suck
Couldn't name a rapper that I couldn't light up
And I realised I just had another light bulb
Bright idea just like my ear
Maybe I should diss a mother-F to get press
Maybe I should tell Canada I go harder
than all other artists and I am the best
Yes, I am Texas, I am freshest
Got to come down, got to come down
And when it come to spitting the fast or slow rhyme
I'm Jay and JazO and Twista combined
City I rule, ain't getting at you
Because me verse you isn't really a duel
I pity the fool that try to get in my jewels
Tell security to move and just give me my tool
I'm after your honey like I'm Winnie the Pooh
I'm telling her to strip down and get in my pool
She thinking is that what she really should do
And now she taking off her shirt and she telling me cool
Got all the paper, I ball my paper
And throw it down the toilet like it's toilet paper
Ain't my birthday but they knowing I'm caked up
Forget a super head homie, y'all can take her
I'm throwed in the game, you know I'm insane
With no curse words like the old Lil Wayne
I'm better than Michael, yep better than Jordan
Matter of fact I'm the Kobe Bryant of recording
You ain't important, I am the man
Do it all again homie, that's the plan
And if it don't work then I'ma get it demand
I got a clause in my contract that say that I can
Mixtape god of the mixtape art
Benchwarmers better play they mixtape part
You a retard, get played hard
Go against me and that's a mistake boy
Paparazzi still tryna take my photo
Got a drop top when I hop in my photo
I be by myself cause these boys act homo
And I don't mess with y'all, yep I still roll solo
If you disrespect me then I'm not respect you
If you don't respect me then I'm yelling F you
I treat you like a stepchild you don't wanna step to
The mixtape god so I'm yelling bless you
Swagga Like Koop lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Intro/Chorus - Sample of M.I.A.'s "Paper Planes" 4X]
"No one on the corner has swagger like us"
"Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us"
[Chamillionaire - talking over Intro/Chorus]
Chamillitary mayne!
You know I had to do it
Mixtape Messiah 5, that's right
Somebody need to give me a solid definition of what swag is
Is that when ya bank account get built up so high
that everybody come out tryin to sue you so they can get their piece of the pie?
Is that swag, huh?
Or maybe it's when a major label call you and ask you when your next
mixtape droppin
'Cause they know you gonna have the streets on smash, is that swag?
Or maybe it's just a whole bunch of punchlines
Braggin about how ya ball with no purpose at all
You already know I could do that, I could do that
Chamilli! (Chamilli!), uh! (uh, uh)
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Let me start like this
Tried to put on skinny jeans and couldn't zip my zip (haha)
Nah, let me be blunt real quick
I don't wear skinny jeans 'cause my dick (dick) don't fit (woo!)
Always keep a Maggie close to me like Lisa
Known to keep a lot of cheese on me like pizza
Hakeem, y'all backwards like Meekah
Y'all better keep your eyes on me like features (like features)
Never be mislead
I don't care what any side switchin fickle fan said
Yeah, still Street like Greg (Greg)
Hit you with a speaker they gonna call you bass head
Bought a motorcycle 'cause I'm normally one deep
(Crocodile) on the seats, you could call it (Dundee)
Kickers in the trunk tryin to do the Chun-Li
Yep, yep, bet the wallet do the Gumby (woo!)
Stretchin my green, stretchin, stretchin my cream
(Cash Rules Everything), I'm the Meth' of my scene (yeah)
Come to Texas, we can bet that I'm king
I'm the best in real life and nothin less in my dreams
Cars got the screens that they have in homes
Cribs got the same size pillars that they had in Rome
Travelled way to Rome just to grab a phone (okay)
I ain't even turn it on, haha
Paris Hilton got a man named Benji and she loves him
I'm in Paris with the benjies man and we hustlin (uh)
Meanwhile I'm in customs
Chain so big, we lookin like we munchkins
Ask your bank teller (yeah), bet she know a playa (yeah)
Money over here (woo!), you way over there
You got swag? Tell me why I'm supposed to care?
M.O.E. is me, you are more like money over where? (ha)
She say she independent like she signed to Koch (Koch)
I told her time is money, so she grabbed my watch
Got stocks, got rocks, got glocks (glocks)
Grammy isn't dusty 'cause I still ain't took it out the box
I keep a big whip like Indiana Jones (woo!)
And big sized rims what I'm a have it on (have it on)
I be terrorizin every jammer's song
Y'all on T-Pain dick, leave that man alone (whoa)
Act like you don't know me, I mean the new me, forget the old me
I dip a bullet in syrup and you can OD
On chopped and screwed bullets, competition die slowly (yeah)
I'm like the the (Man) named (Pac)
On a whole 'nother level, plus I'm eatin that's fact (that's fact)
Matter of fact you can take swag back
That's a word rappers sayin when they know they can't rap (can't rap)
But your confidence higher than a stewardess
Just wanna laugh when I ask you who your jeweler is (haha)
H-A-L-M-OH!, so humorous
Been gettin paid (been gettin paid) don't believe me, you can google this
Got a major deal
Winnin Boston green diamonds, while you waste your skrill
I buy green diamond, it's a baseball field
Nothin Little League about me, I got major bills
Money like Mutombo (yeah), tall like this (yeah)
Money got a mumble and it [mumbled] - talk like this (haha)
If money talks baby, pardon my lips
Ben Franklin always with me like he part of my clique
And I don't be in the strip club every night (right)
But I tell her keep the tax like you Wesley Snipes (Snipes)
Even the white girls tryin to get the pipe (why?)
All up on the nuts like a Nestle bite
The industry ain't somethin that I feel is fair
Don't care if you well rounded, they just fill the squares
So I don't care unless it about a million shares
Standin on a million, lookin up like it's a billion where?
And I am so sincere
I'm the baddest rapper here, let's just get this clear
And I wish a major would kick me out my deal
'Cause I'd be the richest independent you should fear
No one on the corner move mixtapes like me
But I won't tell ya how many and incriminate thee
M-I-X-T-A-P-E, street money make me sound like Lil Boosie
Can't get no money 'cause he don't move no birds
Can't get no money 'cause he don't usually curse
Mixtape Messiah 5, baby you deserve
Some alphabet soup so you can eat your words
"No one on the corner has swagger like us"
"Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us"
[Chamillionaire - talking over Intro/Chorus]
Chamillitary mayne!
You know I had to do it
Mixtape Messiah 5, that's right
Somebody need to give me a solid definition of what swag is
Is that when ya bank account get built up so high
that everybody come out tryin to sue you so they can get their piece of the pie?
Is that swag, huh?
Or maybe it's when a major label call you and ask you when your next
mixtape droppin
'Cause they know you gonna have the streets on smash, is that swag?
Or maybe it's just a whole bunch of punchlines
Braggin about how ya ball with no purpose at all
You already know I could do that, I could do that
Chamilli! (Chamilli!), uh! (uh, uh)
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Let me start like this
Tried to put on skinny jeans and couldn't zip my zip (haha)
Nah, let me be blunt real quick
I don't wear skinny jeans 'cause my dick (dick) don't fit (woo!)
Always keep a Maggie close to me like Lisa
Known to keep a lot of cheese on me like pizza
Hakeem, y'all backwards like Meekah
Y'all better keep your eyes on me like features (like features)
Never be mislead
I don't care what any side switchin fickle fan said
Yeah, still Street like Greg (Greg)
Hit you with a speaker they gonna call you bass head
Bought a motorcycle 'cause I'm normally one deep
(Crocodile) on the seats, you could call it (Dundee)
Kickers in the trunk tryin to do the Chun-Li
Yep, yep, bet the wallet do the Gumby (woo!)
Stretchin my green, stretchin, stretchin my cream
(Cash Rules Everything), I'm the Meth' of my scene (yeah)
Come to Texas, we can bet that I'm king
I'm the best in real life and nothin less in my dreams
Cars got the screens that they have in homes
Cribs got the same size pillars that they had in Rome
Travelled way to Rome just to grab a phone (okay)
I ain't even turn it on, haha
Paris Hilton got a man named Benji and she loves him
I'm in Paris with the benjies man and we hustlin (uh)
Meanwhile I'm in customs
Chain so big, we lookin like we munchkins
Ask your bank teller (yeah), bet she know a playa (yeah)
Money over here (woo!), you way over there
You got swag? Tell me why I'm supposed to care?
M.O.E. is me, you are more like money over where? (ha)
She say she independent like she signed to Koch (Koch)
I told her time is money, so she grabbed my watch
Got stocks, got rocks, got glocks (glocks)
Grammy isn't dusty 'cause I still ain't took it out the box
I keep a big whip like Indiana Jones (woo!)
And big sized rims what I'm a have it on (have it on)
I be terrorizin every jammer's song
Y'all on T-Pain dick, leave that man alone (whoa)
Act like you don't know me, I mean the new me, forget the old me
I dip a bullet in syrup and you can OD
On chopped and screwed bullets, competition die slowly (yeah)
I'm like the the (Man) named (Pac)
On a whole 'nother level, plus I'm eatin that's fact (that's fact)
Matter of fact you can take swag back
That's a word rappers sayin when they know they can't rap (can't rap)
But your confidence higher than a stewardess
Just wanna laugh when I ask you who your jeweler is (haha)
H-A-L-M-OH!, so humorous
Been gettin paid (been gettin paid) don't believe me, you can google this
Got a major deal
Winnin Boston green diamonds, while you waste your skrill
I buy green diamond, it's a baseball field
Nothin Little League about me, I got major bills
Money like Mutombo (yeah), tall like this (yeah)
Money got a mumble and it [mumbled] - talk like this (haha)
If money talks baby, pardon my lips
Ben Franklin always with me like he part of my clique
And I don't be in the strip club every night (right)
But I tell her keep the tax like you Wesley Snipes (Snipes)
Even the white girls tryin to get the pipe (why?)
All up on the nuts like a Nestle bite
The industry ain't somethin that I feel is fair
Don't care if you well rounded, they just fill the squares
So I don't care unless it about a million shares
Standin on a million, lookin up like it's a billion where?
And I am so sincere
I'm the baddest rapper here, let's just get this clear
And I wish a major would kick me out my deal
'Cause I'd be the richest independent you should fear
No one on the corner move mixtapes like me
But I won't tell ya how many and incriminate thee
M-I-X-T-A-P-E, street money make me sound like Lil Boosie
Can't get no money 'cause he don't move no birds
Can't get no money 'cause he don't usually curse
Mixtape Messiah 5, baby you deserve
Some alphabet soup so you can eat your words
I Got lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Intro]
9 million, 10 million, 11 million, keep goin'
Lets get it! It's Cooper
G-g-ghea
Mixtake messiah to you
[Chorus: Pimp C repeat 4X]
I got money
I got clothes
I got whips
I got
[Verse 1]
What if I said I was better than 50, Kanye, and Weezy
Would you believe me or would you be mad like I'm talkin' greezy
What if I said I was way better than all these little cheesy
rappers on TV that really be makin' corny look easy
You (E-Z Breezy) cover girls get your nails done by (Tyra)
In the streets I'm on fire and that's until I retire
I'm out entitled the mayor say I'm the mixtape messiah
So you get fire than messin' none of you rappers for hire
I don't admire none of y'all, plus I feel like I'm greater
You wanna get served, I'm a waiter and bullets I got a platter
Anybody jump fly I turn to a demonstrator
Mayor label that pay you and manager ain't gonna save ya
Not just the best in my city, I'm like the best on the planet
I'm a god from above and the streets is just where I landed
Haters all on my nuts, but ain't no need to panic
That real estate is expanded because my nuts is gigantic
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Blitz your chips, they get tackled - doin' it like its no hassle
Fourth and goal, but just know that I'm gonna be show boatin' after
If my career ever died then rest of y'all gonna be bastards
Because I fathered the baller rap style that y'all tryin' to master
Chamillionaire lost, you dummy how is you soundin'
SoundScan can't make my money, now I look like a mountain
Where the haters? I'm scoutin' 'cause I be lovin' the doubtin'
Just coordinate all the hatin' in start for my album
Don't mix business wit pleasure, I just mix money wit money
If I see Oprah oprachin' I bet she walk up in her ugly
It's like I stuffed 'em wit cotton, they see my pockets is chunky
Money is the root of all evil, they fill my pockets like Chucky
I'm gettin' rusty, I normally could make a thousand a minute
But I've been slippin' my numbers is somewhere down in (?)
We right back to the ground, they wanna hear the sound of me kill it
It's gonna sound like an inauguration in time when I get it, get it
9 million, 10 million, 11 million, keep goin'
Lets get it! It's Cooper
G-g-ghea
Mixtake messiah to you
[Chorus: Pimp C repeat 4X]
I got money
I got clothes
I got whips
I got
[Verse 1]
What if I said I was better than 50, Kanye, and Weezy
Would you believe me or would you be mad like I'm talkin' greezy
What if I said I was way better than all these little cheesy
rappers on TV that really be makin' corny look easy
You (E-Z Breezy) cover girls get your nails done by (Tyra)
In the streets I'm on fire and that's until I retire
I'm out entitled the mayor say I'm the mixtape messiah
So you get fire than messin' none of you rappers for hire
I don't admire none of y'all, plus I feel like I'm greater
You wanna get served, I'm a waiter and bullets I got a platter
Anybody jump fly I turn to a demonstrator
Mayor label that pay you and manager ain't gonna save ya
Not just the best in my city, I'm like the best on the planet
I'm a god from above and the streets is just where I landed
Haters all on my nuts, but ain't no need to panic
That real estate is expanded because my nuts is gigantic
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Blitz your chips, they get tackled - doin' it like its no hassle
Fourth and goal, but just know that I'm gonna be show boatin' after
If my career ever died then rest of y'all gonna be bastards
Because I fathered the baller rap style that y'all tryin' to master
Chamillionaire lost, you dummy how is you soundin'
SoundScan can't make my money, now I look like a mountain
Where the haters? I'm scoutin' 'cause I be lovin' the doubtin'
Just coordinate all the hatin' in start for my album
Don't mix business wit pleasure, I just mix money wit money
If I see Oprah oprachin' I bet she walk up in her ugly
It's like I stuffed 'em wit cotton, they see my pockets is chunky
Money is the root of all evil, they fill my pockets like Chucky
I'm gettin' rusty, I normally could make a thousand a minute
But I've been slippin' my numbers is somewhere down in (?)
We right back to the ground, they wanna hear the sound of me kill it
It's gonna sound like an inauguration in time when I get it, get it
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