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from Trick Daddy - Bet That [Amended Version] [single] (2006)
[Chorus: Trick Daddy]
Sittin high, still ridin dem big whips Still fly, still grindin, getting big checks Still thuggin, still leanin to the baaack, you can bet that You can bet that I ride I shine, nigga you can bet that I smoke, I drank boy you can bet that 22's, 24's all we roll... I'm a dunk rider fa' sho [Verse 1] Everyday me and my dog we wylin 7-Tre 7-5 dope ridin' And we ain't trippin' on nothin', just vibin' Big 9 with me 'cuz a fuck nigga tried me They already know, how I let him go Kill his ass and make sho' at his funeral How the hell a O.B. gon' try me? I'm O.G. on and off TV, see Middle fingers in the air, tell 'em fuck yall Tryin to hate on my dawgs, hell fuck nah Why you hatin on a nigga like that Why you tryin' to stab a nigga in his back I know some niggaz don't like this But them niggaz is the reason I'm like this Fuck niggaz done made me mad I'm 'bout to snap 'n' put this K on his ass [Chorus] [Verse 2: Chamillionaire] Hey I pull up Bentleys, lookin like they not annoyed Trunk popped up lookin like a Tonka Toy If you dont like it you know can get that Almond Joy (What?) Deez nuts nigga, wuddup Trick, I got ya boy I'm clickin' over, lemme tell her I got another call Ridin' wit my trunk popped up like I'm "Above The Law" Tires wet and nigga they still drippin' Armor-All Tell me you gon' fall, and I ain't got to use the arm at all Bet Daddy finna Trick 'em, finna flip the paper Chamillinator, me and Trick we finna shred a hater Tip the dinner waiter Trick 'em like we finna date her Get off ya sleeves let 'em breathe like a ventilator Hey, what can I say me and the King Of M.I.A Finna, (Hey) finna touch ya niggaz and ya finna pay Stay wit it hey you we aint finna play Snatch ya off the wheels and you can watch ya rims spin away [Chorus] [Verse 3: Trick Daddy & (Goldru$h) - {both}] (In the club wit my dogs we wylin' Two straight coup grey dome ridin) Look at cha boy go so many hoes Look in his mouf he got so many gold (Im sippin and I'm goin' Whole click, that's how we rollin') Stay fly, stay right if ya didn't know (And that's everywhere that we go) All I wanna do is Drive my Chevy through years And let 'em sweat the candy paint Aint it right?, ain't it tight?, ain't it nice?, yes Niggaz like, "Who painted that?" Candy apple green, lookin mean anywhere Tweety seat with the digital dash And a swat just right in the ass {They wanna know what I got in here I got shit when it hit betta run 'em up outta here} They ain't neva heard nuthin like that And they ain't even turned the bass up yet {I love aggressive music I smoke, I listen to it} I drank so much, sometimes I think I need to quit but I can't do it [Chorus] |
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from Trick Daddy - Bet That [Explicit Version] [single] (2006)
[Chorus: Trick Daddy]
Sittin high, still ridin dem big whips Still fly, still grindin, getting big checks Still thuggin, still leanin to the baaack, you can bet that You can bet that I ride I shine, nigga you can bet that I smoke, I drank boy you can bet that 22's, 24's all we roll... I'm a dunk rider fa' sho [Verse 1] Everyday me and my dog we wylin 7-Tre 7-5 dope ridin' And we ain't trippin' on nothin', just vibin' Big 9 with me 'cuz a fuck nigga tried me They already know, how I let him go Kill his ass and make sho' at his funeral How the hell a O.B. gon' try me? I'm O.G. on and off TV, see Middle fingers in the air, tell 'em fuck yall Tryin to hate on my dawgs, hell fuck nah Why you hatin on a nigga like that Why you tryin' to stab a nigga in his back I know some niggaz don't like this But them niggaz is the reason I'm like this Fuck niggaz done made me mad I'm 'bout to snap 'n' put this K on his ass [Chorus] [Verse 2: Chamillionaire] Hey I pull up Bentleys, lookin like they not annoyed Trunk popped up lookin like a Tonka Toy If you dont like it you know can get that Almond Joy (What?) Deez nuts nigga, wuddup Trick, I got ya boy I'm clickin' over, lemme tell her I got another call Ridin' wit my trunk popped up like I'm "Above The Law" Tires wet and nigga they still drippin' Armor-All Tell me you gon' fall, and I ain't got to use the arm at all Bet Daddy finna Trick 'em, finna flip the paper Chamillinator, me and Trick we finna shred a hater Tip the dinner waiter Trick 'em like we finna date her Get off ya sleeves let 'em breathe like a ventilator Hey, what can I say me and the King Of M.I.A Finna, (Hey) finna touch ya niggaz and ya finna pay Stay wit it hey you we aint finna play Snatch ya off the wheels and you can watch ya rims spin away [Chorus] [Verse 3: Trick Daddy & (Goldru$h) - {both}] (In the club wit my dogs we wylin' Two straight coup grey dome ridin) Look at cha boy go so many hoes Look in his mouf he got so many gold (Im sippin and I'm goin' Whole click, that's how we rollin') Stay fly, stay right if ya didn't know (And that's everywhere that we go) All I wanna do is Drive my Chevy through years And let 'em sweat the candy paint Aint it right?, ain't it tight?, ain't it nice?, yes Niggaz like, "Who painted that?" Candy apple green, lookin mean anywhere Tweety seat with the digital dash And a swat just right in the ass {They wanna know what I got in here I got shit when it hit betta run 'em up outta here} They ain't neva heard nuthin like that And they ain't even turned the bass up yet {I love aggressive music I smoke, I listen to it} I drank so much, sometimes I think I need to quit but I can't do it [Chorus] |
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from Chamillionaire - Ultimate Victory (2007)
Come back to the streets, yea (x3) Chamillionaire Even when i'm not there and i'm here like air (Keep sayin my name) Fresh off the plane from Spain and uh (Keep sayin my name) Back to playin the rap game, its yours truly Come on, say it with me Chamillitary mayne You should worry bout you while you worry bout me At the top of the charts is where you know that I'll be I got the streets on lock and I'm insertin my key I got the game on smash Come back to the streets (x2) [Verse 1] Had to make a couple trips to the islands Now i'm internationally known Had to make another switch with My provider got the international phone Had to add a little bit to the rider First class have I asked to be flown And they keep callin me, tellin me get back in your zone These boys is cartoon characters, too much imagination Just a little too much animation from the maker They know Cham can erase them Travelled all over the world And my experience is Yall experienceless, yall aint experienced shit I grabbed the grammy, I hold the one Got plenty strikes, way more than some Hush your mouth please, hold your tongue No obstacle could ever slow my run When it come to rappin I'm the coldest one Put my hand in the air and I froze the sun Got the platinum plaque, not the golden one And I look at yall like I told ya uhh Been a boss, win them cars, pull up I bet ya that menopause Yea menopause like women drawers Yea I bet i show ya how to kill that noise Phantom of the opera pass em by your copper In the new phantom, phantom is a dropper Cash I got a lot you mad cuz you are not the talk up in the streets And mad cuz you are not, uh They say its got to be street They say its got to be street, don't go commercial Koopa Its got to be street Major label aint the only thing universal about me Come back to the streets (x2) And gimmick rappers they focus, most of these jokers is chokers But I don't even play poker, pull em down your cheesy lookin posters They look up to me like a bird I look down on em like the curb My movement lookin like its movin Your movement look like a *screeeech* They callin me Come back to the streets (Keep sayin my name) They callin me, they callin me (Keep sayin my name) They callin me (Keep sayin my name) Come back to the streets You should worry bout you while you worry bout me At the top of the charts is where you know that I'll be I got the streets on lock and I'm insertin my key Come back to the streets (x2) [Verse 2] Yea, the life I live is just like a movie Every corporation, they tryna sue me Phony people be tryna glue me Till they side they try stick it to me Lucky for me I got the tooley Not black and decker but its black I bet ya Stay in the streets, do that for pleasure So much paper they ask to measure When the ruler or stackin moula Is speakin to ya don't interrupt Middle finga up on the ceiling Somebody gon eff you up Don't let the black tux fool ya cuz I am not the one I come out the suit like Clark Kent to make sure your done Rappers aint real, rappers they fakers and frontas They caucasian in the winter then turn Jamaican in the summer Flippin with Pitman and Straw you know they aint just some gunnaz Personal trainers thatll brang a couple thangs and make you a runner Gotta like the producers that made this track The producers who made ya stacks Some of you losers need ta face the facts Put up the duece the ace is back Take out the rappers you think are whack Put Chamillitary in place of that Watch how I erase em and take the plaques Then I unloosen a case of *gunshot* |
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from Chamillionaire - The Sound Of Revenge (2005)
<i>[Chorus: Chamillionaire]</i>
F what you heard me, See me in person You know I'm fly <i>[3X]</i> Even your girlfriends and all her girlfriends You know I'm fly <i>[3X]</i> Keep it dirty, dirty you heard me You know I'm fly <i>[2X]</i> You know I'm fly as the sky Fly like a birdy <i>[2X]</i> Fly like a <i>[Chamillionaire]</i> Yellow band, excuse me Cham, please give me the time again Diamonds so large, the minute hand ain't got no time for them Damn! How you susposed to see the time when them M&M-sized diamonds lay right beside the hand Chamilll, Rasaq, & Lil Wayne make a nigga feel ashamed Trying to hide the bling in the middle of your little chain In the drain, down it go, say they love the sound of those Chamilltary boys, We the illest boys around here hoe Flyer than a bird yes but your correct if your guess Is that the eagle gonna hurt when aiming at your bird chest Pow! Forget your feelings, I could care less Leave you where I leave you, you can see ya in the turbulence Girl do yourself a favor and don't say I have to pay ya Give a favor to a playa and just pass it to my neighbor And when your finished could you tell your friend to flavor Cause the king ain't gonna savor, just gonna save that ass for later <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Rasaq]</i> Mayne I'm fly as a plane, Me and Lil Wayne Spitting game, get your girl weezy like his name We don't have to say a thing cause the chain can explain First they look at the piece then they look at the rang I'm fly as a pelican, Ice on my skeleton On a sunday morning, I stay sharper than a reverend Candy on my doors, looking something like gelatin Syrup in my cup but I ain't talking about medicine I'm cold as an eskimo, throwed from my head to toe The white tee fresh but it starts in my denims though Yeah and if I pull down my fly, I could piss on the sky Cause nigga I'm that high I pulled up in heaven up in the candy painted ride And I gave jesus five and I'm still alive Even though I know them haters wish I would die Even in they day dreams, i'ma still stay fly boy <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Lil Wayne]</i> They call me Birdman Junior, I'm flyer than the rest I'm trying to get a couple cool pigeons to the nest And if you look at how the jewels glisten on my chest Then you will be impressed and yes that's VS Fly boy to death, I used to only fly First class on every plane til I bought a jet I'm on the runway, let down the steps Open the phantom door and light up the cess I smoke the best, Chamillion come get me From University of Houston after I pass my test Swisha laced wit syrup, it'll come your nerves So boy I'm so high, I could palm the world Yeah and I'm strapped for the turbulence Pow! Now you up here with me in a cloud (Chea) They call me Weezy Baby, the son of a stunner Bitch I'm flyer than a motherfucker, ya know <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Chamillionaire - Verse 4:]</i> Poster child to the pop trunk, I pop it up and let it bang I'm show ya how to rep the city, correctly run the game Grip tightly on the grain, turn it left and we call it swang Let me show ya how to make the baddest ladies scream your name I'll put that boy J Junior in the future in a body bag I'm trying to quote that bad body like a boxing bag Trying to get below the belt and beat it like a boxing jab Hit it then I quit it like I dropped out of a boxing class Know how we doing it, we been chopped and screwing it Coming to get that number one spot you got like Ludacris Know he acting groupie-ish taking a sip out Luda's Cris We buy our own bottles, grab one and put it to your lips Hating on your hood, throw your hood up, put it in his face Repping Texas, got that real estate down in that realest state Didn't need a bigger place, didn't need a bigger face On my watch but forgot and went a got them both a place Fix ya face |
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from 정수동, Chamillionaire - The Sound Of Revenge (2005)
<i>[Chorus: Chamillionaire]</i>
F what you heard me, See me in person You know I'm fly <i>[3X]</i> Even your girlfriends and all her girlfriends You know I'm fly <i>[3X]</i> Keep it dirty, dirty you heard me You know I'm fly <i>[2X]</i> You know I'm fly as the sky Fly like a birdy <i>[2X]</i> Fly like a <i>[Chamillionaire]</i> Yellow band, excuse me Cham, please give me the time again Diamonds so large, the minute hand ain't got no time for them Damn! How you susposed to see the time when them M&M-sized diamonds lay right beside the hand Chamilll, Rasaq, & Lil Wayne make a nigga feel ashamed Trying to hide the bling in the middle of your little chain In the drain, down it go, say they love the sound of those Chamilltary boys, We the illest boys around here hoe Flyer than a bird yes but your correct if your guess Is that the eagle gonna hurt when aiming at your bird chest Pow! Forget your feelings, I could care less Leave you where I leave you, you can see ya in the turbulence Girl do yourself a favor and don't say I have to pay ya Give a favor to a playa and just pass it to my neighbor And when your finished could you tell your friend to flavor Cause the king ain't gonna savor, just gonna save that ass for later <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Rasaq]</i> Mayne I'm fly as a plane, Me and Lil Wayne Spitting game, get your girl weezy like his name We don't have to say a thing cause the chain can explain First they look at the piece then they look at the rang I'm fly as a pelican, Ice on my skeleton On a sunday morning, I stay sharper than a reverend Candy on my doors, looking something like gelatin Syrup in my cup but I ain't talking about medicine I'm cold as an eskimo, throwed from my head to toe The white tee fresh but it starts in my denims though Yeah and if I pull down my fly, I could piss on the sky Cause nigga I'm that high I pulled up in heaven up in the candy painted ride And I gave jesus five and I'm still alive Even though I know them haters wish I would die Even in they day dreams, i'ma still stay fly boy <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Lil Wayne]</i> They call me Birdman Junior, I'm flyer than the rest I'm trying to get a couple cool pigeons to the nest And if you look at how the jewels glisten on my chest Then you will be impressed and yes that's VS Fly boy to death, I used to only fly First class on every plane til I bought a jet I'm on the runway, let down the steps Open the phantom door and light up the cess I smoke the best, Chamillion come get me From University of Houston after I pass my test Swisha laced wit syrup, it'll come your nerves So boy I'm so high, I could palm the world Yeah and I'm strapped for the turbulence Pow! Now you up here with me in a cloud (Chea) They call me Weezy Baby, the son of a stunner Bitch I'm flyer than a motherfucker, ya know <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Chamillionaire - Verse 4:]</i> Poster child to the pop trunk, I pop it up and let it bang I'm show ya how to rep the city, correctly run the game Grip tightly on the grain, turn it left and we call it swang Let me show ya how to make the baddest ladies scream your name I'll put that boy J Junior in the future in a body bag I'm trying to quote that bad body like a boxing bag Trying to get below the belt and beat it like a boxing jab Hit it then I quit it like I dropped out of a boxing class Know how we doing it, we been chopped and screwing it Coming to get that number one spot you got like Ludacris Know he acting groupie-ish taking a sip out Luda's Cris We buy our own bottles, grab one and put it to your lips Hating on your hood, throw your hood up, put it in his face Repping Texas, got that real estate down in that realest state Didn't need a bigger place, didn't need a bigger face On my watch but forgot and went a got them both a place Fix ya face |
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from Chamillionaire - The Sound Of Revenge (2005)
Let's get 'em Happy
Go! <i>[Chorus]</i> Y'all ain't about nothing Y'all ain't about nothing Y'all frontin, y'all frontin, y'all frontin, y'all frontin Y'all niggaz just hate, Y'all niggaz just hate Y'all fake, Y'all fake, Y'all fake, Y'all fake You ain't finna do nothing, you ain't finna do nothing Y'all frontin, y'all frontin, y'all frontin, y'all frontin Introducing to you now is the kid they love to hate But when you saying what you saying You just say it to my face <i>[Verse 1]</i> Yeah you see him? (Yeah) You see him bow beat him down lean him down (lean him) Your breathing sound like you now layin down sleepin You be surrounded or found on the ground beaten You see him how he look now and he ain't found a reason My reason is that they won't have to persuade Me to have the courage to walk right up and say it to your face A faker never know he fake A hater never admit he hate By the time they figure it out is probably gon be too late (yeah) Grinning up your face is like you tryin to let me know That you ain't really happy how how I'm getting all this dough Let the truth be told tell me is your friend a foe Better make it clear or get mistaken for a hoe (Yeah) And then you take him to the floor I can't ignore it if you're talking But I hope that what you talking ain't about running up or robbing Walk around like everybody is the enemy just for precaution (just for precaution) I get no surprised and have to see an early coffin <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Verse 2]</i> And what you smokin'. your brain clouded yet the pine got your mind polluted You got some smarts in your mind hey it's time use it Your friends arrive talkin down on the loud music Them niggaz's lying plus them concept is gettin included How could they tell you, you was built to last You built like a boxing bag, put a whoopin on that ass See us approachin that set in motion in that hour glass Wrong words are built too fast, find your exit and dash Lookin for crabs in a bucket tryin criticize me (me) But they do it around them niggaz don't say it around me (me) And if they do us opposite how they feel about me (me) Turn my back and they relax and talk that lip behind me I see you a busta and I'mma bust ya in your lip Put some lipstick in my fist, throwin you a kiss Since I see that you a sucker, suck a gasoline dick Put it right up to your lip, put a lighter to the tip (boom!) <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Verse 3]</i> Where you from? (Where you from?) Act like you know I'm from the south We ain't playin, what you sayin? I can't hear you when you talk What you want? (What you want?) What you sayin out your mouth? We ain't playin, what you sayin? I can't hear you when you talk Where you from? (Where you from?) Act like you know I'm from the south We ain't playin, what you sayin? I can't hear you when you talk What you want? (What you want?) What you sayin out your mouth? We ain't playin, what you sayin? I can't hear you when you talk <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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from 정수동, Chamillionaire - The Sound Of Revenge (2005)
Let's get 'em Happy
Go! <i>[Chorus]</i> Y'all ain't about nothing Y'all ain't about nothing Y'all frontin, y'all frontin, y'all frontin, y'all frontin Y'all niggaz just hate, Y'all niggaz just hate Y'all fake, Y'all fake, Y'all fake, Y'all fake You ain't finna do nothing, you ain't finna do nothing Y'all frontin, y'all frontin, y'all frontin, y'all frontin Introducing to you now is the kid they love to hate But when you saying what you saying You just say it to my face <i>[Verse 1]</i> Yeah you see him? (Yeah) You see him bow beat him down lean him down (lean him) Your breathing sound like you now layin down sleepin You be surrounded or found on the ground beaten You see him how he look now and he ain't found a reason My reason is that they won't have to persuade Me to have the courage to walk right up and say it to your face A faker never know he fake A hater never admit he hate By the time they figure it out is probably gon be too late (yeah) Grinning up your face is like you tryin to let me know That you ain't really happy how how I'm getting all this dough Let the truth be told tell me is your friend a foe Better make it clear or get mistaken for a hoe (Yeah) And then you take him to the floor I can't ignore it if you're talking But I hope that what you talking ain't about running up or robbing Walk around like everybody is the enemy just for precaution (just for precaution) I get no surprised and have to see an early coffin <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Verse 2]</i> And what you smokin'. your brain clouded yet the pine got your mind polluted You got some smarts in your mind hey it's time use it Your friends arrive talkin down on the loud music Them niggaz's lying plus them concept is gettin included How could they tell you, you was built to last You built like a boxing bag, put a whoopin on that ass See us approachin that set in motion in that hour glass Wrong words are built too fast, find your exit and dash Lookin for crabs in a bucket tryin criticize me (me) But they do it around them niggaz don't say it around me (me) And if they do us opposite how they feel about me (me) Turn my back and they relax and talk that lip behind me I see you a busta and I'mma bust ya in your lip Put some lipstick in my fist, throwin you a kiss Since I see that you a sucker, suck a gasoline dick Put it right up to your lip, put a lighter to the tip (boom!) <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Verse 3]</i> Where you from? (Where you from?) Act like you know I'm from the south We ain't playin, what you sayin? I can't hear you when you talk What you want? (What you want?) What you sayin out your mouth? We ain't playin, what you sayin? I can't hear you when you talk Where you from? (Where you from?) Act like you know I'm from the south We ain't playin, what you sayin? I can't hear you when you talk What you want? (What you want?) What you sayin out your mouth? We ain't playin, what you sayin? I can't hear you when you talk <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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from Step Up (스텝 업) by Aaron Zigman [ost] (2006)
Ladies and gentlemen!
Ciara He said 'Hi, my name is so and so Baby can you tell me yours? You look like you came to do One thing (Set it off)' I started on the left And I had to take him to the right He was out of breath But he kept on dancin' all night You tryin, admit it But you just can fight the feelin inside You know it And I can see it in your eyes You want me You smooth as a mother You're so undercover By the way that you was watchin' me Ooh! uh The way you look at me I'm feelin' you, uh I just can't help it Tryin' to keep it cool, uh I can feel it in the beat, uh When you do those things to me, uh Don't let nothin' stop you M-ooo-ve, ring the alarm The club is jumpin' now So get up! I said 'Ciara's on you radio, Everybody turn it up' Spicy just like hot sauce Careful, you might burn it up You can do the pop lock Ragtime, don't stop That's the way you gotta get Get it, make ya body rock You tryin, admit it But you just can beat the feelin inside You know it Cuz I can see it in your eyes You want me You smooth as a mother You're so undercover By the way that you was watchin' me Ooh! uh The way you look at me I'm feelin' you, uh I just can't help it Tryin' to keep it cool, uh I can feel it in the beat, uh When you do those things to me, uh Don't let nothin' stop you M-ooo-ve, ring the alarm The club is jumpin' now So get up! Ooh, I love the way you vibe with me Dance with me forever We can have a good time, follow me To the beat together You and me, one on one Breakin' it down You can't walk away now We got to turn this place out It's the kid that stay ridin' big The one the police tried to catch ridin' dirty In the club before eleven o'clock Like I'm tryin to catch it down kinda early Look, ya thick her hair brown and curly She love the way my ride shinin pearly City boys say she fine a pretty In the country boys say she fine and 'purrty' My pockets thick as green, it's curvy And the ladies know soon as they see my jewelry If bein' fresh to death is a crime I think it's time for me to see the jury You know Chamillionaire stay on the grind A hustla like me is hard to find I ain't really impressed, yes Unless it's about some dollar signs Ain't really no need to call you fine I know you be hearin' that all the time I'm watchin' you do ya step, do ya step Yep it's goin down Ooh! uh The way you look at me I'm feelin' you, uh I just can't help it Tryin' to keep it cool, uh I can feel it in the beat, uh When you do those things to me, uh Don't let nothin' stop you M-ooo-ve, ring the alarm The club is jumpin' now So get up! Ooh! uh The way you look at me I'm feelin' you, uh I just can't help it Tryin' to keep it cool, uh I can feel it in the beat, uh When you do those things to me, uh Don't let nothin' stop you M-ooo-ve, ring the alarm The club is jumpin' now So get up! I got to have you baby Uh, I feel it I got to have you baby I got to have you baby Uh, I feel it I got to have you baby |
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from Chamillionaire - Good Morning [single] (2009)
I wanna show all my haters love
This song for you If you actin' like me and I was in your shoes I'd probably hate on me too See when you gettin' big chash stacks All the haters hate that Cuz they hate to see you to be successful I wanna show all my haters love So I'd wave to you like Good Morning Ha ha ha ha haters Good Morning Ha ha ha ha haters Good Morning Yea today gonna be a good day I'm feeling like I'm ice cube I'm waking up like can't nobody mess up my mood Knowin' I'm a boss I'ma do what I choose If I was you then I would probably hate on me too If it's true that money is time then watch this Ain't tryin' to run out time so I purchased some watches Y'all sick the chips got da haters nauseous They chicks jumpin' in my whip like a mosh pit I wish I could be infected by any hate But I can't cuz I just get nfected by the bank It's great to never know the feelin' bein' fake I awake then I go take a visit to the sink Ugh dirty money got me sanitizin' my hands Lord knows what the previous owner did with these grands Yea I ain't sayin' it just to brag I say it so you can be motivated to gettin' cash I wanna show all my haters love This song for you If you actin' like me and I was in your shoes I'd probably hate on me too See when you gettin' big chash stacks All the haters hate that Cuz they hate to see you to be successful I wanna show all my haters love So I'd wave to you like Good Morning Ha ha ha ha haters Good Morning Ha ha ha ha haters Good Morning Look success is a woman that I always had dreams of sexen If wantin' her is a crime then just take me in for possession Even in a recession I'm leavin' a good impression Reflection on the rims so they can see they expressions I'm busy man you need to schedule an appointment Haters on they job and they act like they enjoy it Wake up in the morning and hop into my foreign Walk into the bank and just like a house warming Hey we get the money by the minute They said we couldn't do it But we already did it I'm fresh outfitted and my benz got getted Cuz I get get get it and you did did didn't And I admit it I'm really bout to show you how I do If you know you a hater then this is dedicated to you You hatin' my last move I'm way on my next move See they hate to see you to be successful I wanna show all my haters love This song for you If you actin' like me and I was in your shoes I'd probably hate on me too See when you gettin' big chash stacks All the haters hate that Cuz they hate to see you to be successful I wanna show all my haters love So I'd wave to you like Good Morning Ha ha ha ha haters Good Morning Ha ha ha ha haters Good Morning Ha ha ha ha haters Good Morning Ha ha ha ha haters Good Morning |
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from Chamillionaire - The Sound Of Revenge (2005)
[Talking]
Ha-ha yeah, it's yours truly Houston's own Chamillionaire holding it down, for the playa that don't believe In love at first sight, but the playa that believes that he Can get love on the first night, that's right So before I get to discussing, what type of eye candy I need What type of visual stimulation, she needs to be able to achieve There's something special bout ya, that ain't hard to see [Hook] Grown and sexy from your head, down to your toes you know you're fine Got that perfect face a perfect shape, and perfect smile (a perfect smile) But soon as you turned around, it's something that I realized yeah You look better from behind, you look better from behind, grown and sexy [Chamillionaire] From the moment you flashed your teeth, I knew that we had to meet Your face was the Mona Lisa, your ass was a masterpiece Asked ya if you was married, and that's when you answered no I asked if you had a nigga, and that's when you said fa sho So I didn't care, as you walked away I was stare At your bottom in apple bottoms, your waist was shaped like a pare Really round at the bottom, a little thin up there So instead of letting ya leave, I pursued ya just like the playa That I am and damn, couldn't help but to help myself To a helping because I smelled some perfume, that can make me melt And you shoulda seen my demeanor, I had to control myself Approaching you from the rear, as I tapped you right on your belt And you tried to look surprised, like you didn't know I was behind ya But I could tell by your smile, you was waiting on me to find ya Mess with my thought a bit, and tried to play hard to get You don't wanna look like you're freaky, pretend like it's hard to hit [Hook] [Chamillionaire] Let's give a toast, to the ladies that look better up close That look better by the behind, and better when you approach You try your best to get up close, until you smelling the soap Lovely ladies from coast to coast, get in bed and she dope Not a eight and not a nine, grade you more than just a dime Bentley steering wheel body, cause you look better from behind Grip around your waist turn it, like I'm just trying to get a better view Cause God must of been working hard, when he assembled you I'm trying to test drive, your rear and your shape And I'm power steering your waist, and I see your rear is in shake If you thought I couldn't handle it, then you're really mistaken No one here to keep you near, then you're here for the taking I'm still waiting, for you to give me one good reason Why you couldn't leave and be speeding, off in some good breezing You'll never spend another boring night, in some hood freezing But posted up by standing water, during some good season [Hook] [Chamillionaire] Had to tell you, that I'm really feeling your style Saw you walking by, and couldn't let you pass Gotta tell ya, that I'm really feeling your smile But even better, is the beauty of your ass Staring right, into the beauty of your profile There's something, that I gotta ask Can you let me, let me Let me, view your beauty from the back [Hook] |
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from 정수동, Chamillionaire - The Sound Of Revenge (2005)
[Talking]
Ha-ha yeah, it's yours truly Houston's own Chamillionaire holding it down, for the playa that don't believe In love at first sight, but the playa that believes that he Can get love on the first night, that's right So before I get to discussing, what type of eye candy I need What type of visual stimulation, she needs to be able to achieve There's something special bout ya, that ain't hard to see [Hook] Grown and sexy from your head, down to your toes you know you're fine Got that perfect face a perfect shape, and perfect smile (a perfect smile) But soon as you turned around, it's something that I realized yeah You look better from behind, you look better from behind, grown and sexy [Chamillionaire] From the moment you flashed your teeth, I knew that we had to meet Your face was the Mona Lisa, your ass was a masterpiece Asked ya if you was married, and that's when you answered no I asked if you had a nigga, and that's when you said fa sho So I didn't care, as you walked away I was stare At your bottom in apple bottoms, your waist was shaped like a pare Really round at the bottom, a little thin up there So instead of letting ya leave, I pursued ya just like the playa That I am and damn, couldn't help but to help myself To a helping because I smelled some perfume, that can make me melt And you shoulda seen my demeanor, I had to control myself Approaching you from the rear, as I tapped you right on your belt And you tried to look surprised, like you didn't know I was behind ya But I could tell by your smile, you was waiting on me to find ya Mess with my thought a bit, and tried to play hard to get You don't wanna look like you're freaky, pretend like it's hard to hit [Hook] [Chamillionaire] Let's give a toast, to the ladies that look better up close That look better by the behind, and better when you approach You try your best to get up close, until you smelling the soap Lovely ladies from coast to coast, get in bed and she dope Not a eight and not a nine, grade you more than just a dime Bentley steering wheel body, cause you look better from behind Grip around your waist turn it, like I'm just trying to get a better view Cause God must of been working hard, when he assembled you I'm trying to test drive, your rear and your shape And I'm power steering your waist, and I see your rear is in shake If you thought I couldn't handle it, then you're really mistaken No one here to keep you near, then you're here for the taking I'm still waiting, for you to give me one good reason Why you couldn't leave and be speeding, off in some good breezing You'll never spend another boring night, in some hood freezing But posted up by standing water, during some good season [Hook] [Chamillionaire] Had to tell you, that I'm really feeling your style Saw you walking by, and couldn't let you pass Gotta tell ya, that I'm really feeling your smile But even better, is the beauty of your ass Staring right, into the beauty of your profile There's something, that I gotta ask Can you let me, let me Let me, view your beauty from the back [Hook] |
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from Chamillionaire - Grown & Sexy/Turn It Up / Intl 2 Track (2006)
[Talking]
Ha-ha yeah, it's yours truly Houston's own Chamillionaire holding it down, for the playa that don't believe In love at first sight, but the playa that believes that he Can get love on the first night, that's right So before I get to discussing, what type of eye candy I need What type of visual stimulation, she needs to be able to achieve There's something special bout ya, that ain't hard to see [Hook] Grown and sexy from your head, down to your toes you know you're fine Got that perfect face a perfect shape, and perfect smile (a perfect smile) But soon as you turned around, it's something that I realized yeah You look better from behind, you look better from behind, grown and sexy [Chamillionaire] From the moment you flashed your teeth, I knew that we had to meet Your face was the Mona Lisa, your ass was a masterpiece Asked ya if you was married, and that's when you answered no I asked if you had a nigga, and that's when you said fa sho So I didn't care, as you walked away I was stare At your bottom in apple bottoms, your waist was shaped like a pare Really round at the bottom, a little thin up there So instead of letting ya leave, I pursued ya just like the playa That I am and damn, couldn't help but to help myself To a helping because I smelled some perfume, that can make me melt And you shoulda seen my demeanor, I had to control myself Approaching you from the rear, as I tapped you right on your belt And you tried to look surprised, like you didn't know I was behind ya But I could tell by your smile, you was waiting on me to find ya Mess with my thought a bit, and tried to play hard to get You don't wanna look like you're freaky, pretend like it's hard to hit [Hook] [Chamillionaire] Let's give a toast, to the ladies that look better up close That look better by the behind, and better when you approach You try your best to get up close, until you smelling the soap Lovely ladies from coast to coast, get in bed and she dope Not a eight and not a nine, grade you more than just a dime Bentley steering wheel body, cause you look better from behind Grip around your waist turn it, like I'm just trying to get a better view Cause God must of been working hard, when he assembled you I'm trying to test drive, your rear and your shape And I'm power steering your waist, and I see your rear is in shake If you thought I couldn't handle it, then you're really mistaken No one here to keep you near, then you're here for the taking I'm still waiting, for you to give me one good reason Why you couldn't leave and be speeding, off in some good breezing You'll never spend another boring night, in some hood freezing But posted up by standing water, during some good season [Hook] [Chamillionaire] Had to tell you, that I'm really feeling your style Saw you walking by, and couldn't let you pass Gotta tell ya, that I'm really feeling your smile But even better, is the beauty of your ass Staring right, into the beauty of your profile There's something, that I gotta ask Can you let me, let me Let me, view your beauty from the back [Hook] |
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from Chamillionaire - Hip Hop Police / Int'l 2Trk (2007)
Go Go Go Go Go Go
Keep runnin' homie Go Go Go Go Go Go They on the trail Go Go Go Go Go Go Keep runnin' homie Go Go Go Go Go Go They on the trail With so much drama in the industry Hip Hop Police are listening Be careful or you'll be history Looks like another unsolved mystery It's murda murda murda ah It's murda murda murda yeah It's murda murda murda Somebody tell'em it's murda Murder was the case and they blamed me Officer I didn't do it you can't blame me for this Could you please loosen up the handcuffs on my wrists You can call me what you wanna but mayne I ain't a snitch No cooperation is exactly what you will get Til I talk to my lawyer you get no reply You've obviously been watching too much CSI I'm not a crash dummy so don't even try To talk your dirty trash to me no BFI If you are not guilty of anything then why did you run Cause you the police and plus I saw you cocking your gun And the chamber wasn't empty it was obviously one If you think I'm believing that one your obviously dumb Huh I know that you heard the sirens you dived in To the vehicle you was driving and ridin And you shouldn't be whining about abidin By the law nah it's obvious your lying With so much drama in the industry Hip Hop Police are listening Be careful or you'll be history Looks like another unsolved mystery It's murda murda murda ah It's murda murda murda yeah It's murda murda murda Somebody tell'em it's murda Murder was the case and they blamed me Stop lying to me boy it'd be best you confess I can smell the BS on the scent of your breath Saw the meth while I was inspecting your deck Saw that you was ridin dirty when I looked at the rest Who is this guy Busta Who is this guy Snoop Who is his other friend who's wearing the sky blue Look at this pic here he standing beside you Tell me his name now I heard he was piru Confiscated the CD's at one of your homes For evidence ever since we heard some of your songs What about this Pimp guy he was on one of your songs I coulda sworn he said he had a pocket full of stones Am I wrong Hell yeah I don't know who that is I don't know no Pimp C all I know is I'm rich And I'm a bond like James bet I be out here quick Man You ain't getting out of here you must think that your slick In the car we confiscated The Chronic and The Clipse Diary that you had and all your Blueprints On the Death Row booklet we found your two prints Your thumb and your index the judge will love this With so much drama in the industry Hip Hop Police are listening Be careful or you'll be history Looks like another unsolved mystery It's murda It's a bloody murder Ah it's murda It's a bloody murder Yeah it's murda It's a bloody murder Somebody tell'em it's murda Murder was the case and they blamed me And you can see your screwed as the evidence pours in The witness to the crime was at 3 in the morning Gave us a description so we picked up your boy and You'll get a lighter sentence if you put the crime on him A big celebrity a case we long for You a pirate Why you got that eyepatch on for Funny Puttin people in a hurse what I heard for Where were you the night of April 21st son Home I think that you got your facts wrong gats on you Chamillionaire Rob Chuck Couple cats on Melview What We gonna have to jail you too In the line up don't speak until we tell you to This the person who jimmed your lock sir Well he's dark Kinda looked like him I'm not sure Fail into nail cause a cell it's another Leave I see an unmarked tail in the glover Hit the Bodega not no more game This chick used to be all nice acting all strange Like she was gonna get it pathetic I sell in court now they all apologetic With so much drama in the industry Hip Hop Police are listening Be careful or you'll be history Looks like another unsolved mystery It's murda murda murda ah it's murda murda murda yeah it's murda murda murda Somebody tell'em it's murda Murder was the case and they blamed me |
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from Chamillionaire - Ultimate Victory (2007)
Go Go Go Go Go Go Keep runnin Homie Go Go Go Go Go Go They on the trail Go Go Go Go Go Go Keep runnin homie Go Go Go Go Go Go They on the trail With So Much Drama In the industry hip hop police are listening be careful or you'll be history looks like another unsolved mystery It's Murda Murda Murda ah It's Murda Murda Murda yeah It's Murda Murda murda somebody tellem it's Murda murder was the case and they blamed me Officer i didn't do it you can't blame me for this could you please loosen up the handcuffs on my wrists You can call me what you wanna man but i ain't a snitch No cooperation is exactly what you will get till I talk to my lawyer you get no reply You've obviously been wathcin too much CSI I'm not a crash dummie so don't even try to talk your dirty trash to me No BFI If you are not guilty of anything then why did you run Cause you the Police and plus I saw you cockin your gun and the chamber wasn't empty it was obviousy Won If you think im believin that one your obviously dumb huh I know you heard the sirens ya dived in to vehicle you was drivin and ridin in Instead you shouldn't be whining but abiding By the law Nah Its obvious that your lyin with so much drama in the industry hip hop police are listening be careful or you will be history looks like another unsolved mystery It's murda murda murda ah It's murda murda murda yeah It's murda murda murda somebody tellem it's murda murder was the case and they blamed me Stop lyin to me boy It be best you confess I can smell the BS on the scent of Your Breath saw the meth while I was expectin your deck Saw that you were ridin dirty when i looked at the rest who is this guy Busta who is this guy Snoop who is this other friend whose wearin the sky blue look at this pic here whose standing beside you tell me his name now I heard he was Pile roo Confiscated the cds in one of your homes For evidence ever since we heard some of your songs what about this pimp guy he was on one of your songs I could have sworn than he said he had a pocket full of stones Am I wrong Hell yeah I don't know who that is I don't know no pimp see all i know is i'm rich And I'm a Bond like James bet I be out here quick man You ain't getting out of here you must think you're so slick in the car we confiscated the chronic and the clips diary that you had and all your blueprints On the death row booklet we found your two prints Your thumb and your index the judge will love this With so Much drama in the industry hip hop police are listening be careful or you will be history looks like another unsolved mystery It's murda It's a bloody murder ah It's murda It's a bloody murder yeah It's murda It's a bloody murder Somebody tellem it murda Murder was the case and they blamed me Now you can see you're screwed as the evidence pours in the witness said the crime was at three in the morning gave us a description so we picked your boy and you'll get a lighter sentance if you put the crime on him A big celebrity a case we long for you a pirate why you got that eye patch on for funny Puting people in a hearse what i heard from where were you the night of April 21st son Home I think you got your facts wrong gatts on you chamillionare Rob Shot a couple cats on Melveiw What were gonna have to jail you two in the line up don't speak until we tell you to This the Person who jimmed your lock sir was dark kinda looked like him I'm not sure Failing to nail cause assailants another Leave i see an unmarked tailing a brother Hit the bodega not no more game This chick used to be nice acting all strange Like she was gonna get it pathetic I sail in court now they all apologetic With so much drama in the industry hip hop police are listening be careful or you'lll be history looks another unsolved mystery It's murda murda murda ah It's murda murda murda yeah It's murda murda murda Somebody tellem it's murda murder was the case and they blamed me |
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from Chamillionaire - Ultimate Victory (2007)
Go Go Go Go Go Go
Keep runnin' homie Go Go Go Go Go Go They on the trail Go Go Go Go Go Go Keep runnin' homie Go Go Go Go Go Go They on the trail With so much drama in the industry Hip Hop Police are listening Be careful or you'll be history Looks like another unsolved mystery It's murda murda murda ah It's murda murda murda yeah It's murda murda murda Somebody tell'em it's murda Murder was the case and they blamed me Officer I didn't do it you can't blame me for this Could you please loosen up the handcuffs on my wrists You can call me what you wanna but mayne I ain't a snitch No cooperation is exactly what you will get Til I talk to my lawyer you get no reply You've obviously been watching too much CSI I'm not a crash dummy so don't even try To talk your dirty trash to me no BFI If you are not guilty of anything then why did you run Cause you the police and plus I saw you cocking your gun And the chamber wasn't empty it was obviously one If you think I'm believing that one your obviously dumb Huh I know that you heard the sirens you dived in To the vehicle you was driving and ridin And you shouldn't be whining about abidin By the law nah it's obvious your lying With so much drama in the industry Hip Hop Police are listening Be careful or you'll be history Looks like another unsolved mystery It's murda murda murda ah It's murda murda murda yeah It's murda murda murda Somebody tell'em it's murda Murder was the case and they blamed me Stop lying to me boy it'd be best you confess I can smell the BS on the scent of your breath Saw the meth while I was inspecting your deck Saw that you was ridin dirty when I looked at the rest Who is this guy Busta Who is this guy Snoop Who is his other friend who's wearing the sky blue Look at this pic here he standing beside you Tell me his name now I heard he was piru Confiscated the CD's at one of your homes For evidence ever since we heard some of your songs What about this Pimp guy he was on one of your songs I coulda sworn he said he had a pocket full of stones Am I wrong Hell yeah I don't know who that is I don't know no Pimp C all I know is I'm rich And I'm a bond like James bet I be out here quick Man You ain't getting out of here you must think that your slick In the car we confiscated The Chronic and The Clipse Diary that you had and all your Blueprints On the Death Row booklet we found your two prints Your thumb and your index the judge will love this With so much drama in the industry Hip Hop Police are listening Be careful or you'll be history Looks like another unsolved mystery It's murda It's a bloody murder Ah it's murda It's a bloody murder Yeah it's murda It's a bloody murder Somebody tell'em it's murda Murder was the case and they blamed me And you can see your screwed as the evidence pours in The witness to the crime was at 3 in the morning Gave us a description so we picked up your boy and You'll get a lighter sentence if you put the crime on him A big celebrity a case we long for You a pirate Why you got that eyepatch on for Funny Puttin people in a hurse what I heard for Where were you the night of April 21st son Home I think that you got your facts wrong gats on you Chamillionaire Rob Chuck Couple cats on Melview What We gonna have to jail you too In the line up don't speak until we tell you to This the person who jimmed your lock sir Well he's dark Kinda looked like him I'm not sure Fail into nail cause a cell it's another Leave I see an unmarked tail in the glover Hit the Bodega not no more game This chick used to be all nice acting all strange Like she was gonna get it pathetic I sell in court now they all apologetic With so much drama in the industry Hip Hop Police are listening Be careful or you'll be history Looks like another unsolved mystery It's murda murda murda ah it's murda murda murda yeah it's murda murda murda Somebody tell'em it's murda Murder was the case and they blamed me |
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from Cool & Style With Shining Touch Beatz (2007)
Go Go Go Go Go Go
Keep runnin' homie Go Go Go Go Go Go They on the trail Go Go Go Go Go Go Keep runnin' homie Go Go Go Go Go Go They on the trail With so much drama in the industry Hip Hop Police are listening Be careful or you'll be history Looks like another unsolved mystery It's murda murda murda ah It's murda murda murda yeah It's murda murda murda Somebody tell'em it's murda Murder was the case and they blamed me Officer I didn't do it you can't blame me for this Could you please loosen up the handcuffs on my wrists You can call me what you wanna but mayne I ain't a snitch No cooperation is exactly what you will get Til I talk to my lawyer you get no reply You've obviously been watching too much CSI I'm not a crash dummy so don't even try To talk your dirty trash to me no BFI If you are not guilty of anything then why did you run Cause you the police and plus I saw you cocking your gun And the chamber wasn't empty it was obviously one If you think I'm believing that one your obviously dumb Huh I know that you heard the sirens you dived in To the vehicle you was driving and ridin And you shouldn't be whining about abidin By the law nah it's obvious your lying With so much drama in the industry Hip Hop Police are listening Be careful or you'll be history Looks like another unsolved mystery It's murda murda murda ah It's murda murda murda yeah It's murda murda murda Somebody tell'em it's murda Murder was the case and they blamed me Stop lying to me boy it'd be best you confess I can smell the BS on the scent of your breath Saw the meth while I was inspecting your deck Saw that you was ridin dirty when I looked at the rest Who is this guy Busta Who is this guy Snoop Who is his other friend who's wearing the sky blue Look at this pic here he standing beside you Tell me his name now I heard he was piru Confiscated the CD's at one of your homes For evidence ever since we heard some of your songs What about this Pimp guy he was on one of your songs I coulda sworn he said he had a pocket full of stones Am I wrong Hell yeah I don't know who that is I don't know no Pimp C all I know is I'm rich And I'm a bond like James bet I be out here quick Man You ain't getting out of here you must think that your slick In the car we confiscated The Chronic and The Clipse Diary that you had and all your Blueprints On the Death Row booklet we found your two prints Your thumb and your index the judge will love this With so much drama in the industry Hip Hop Police are listening Be careful or you'll be history Looks like another unsolved mystery It's murda It's a bloody murder Ah it's murda It's a bloody murder Yeah it's murda It's a bloody murder Somebody tell'em it's murda Murder was the case and they blamed me And you can see your screwed as the evidence pours in The witness to the crime was at 3 in the morning Gave us a description so we picked up your boy and You'll get a lighter sentence if you put the crime on him A big celebrity a case we long for You a pirate Why you got that eyepatch on for Funny Puttin people in a hurse what I heard for Where were you the night of April 21st son Home I think that you got your facts wrong gats on you Chamillionaire Rob Chuck Couple cats on Melview What We gonna have to jail you too In the line up don't speak until we tell you to This the person who jimmed your lock sir Well he's dark Kinda looked like him I'm not sure Fail into nail cause a cell it's another Leave I see an unmarked tail in the glover Hit the Bodega not no more game This chick used to be all nice acting all strange Like she was gonna get it pathetic I sell in court now they all apologetic With so much drama in the industry Hip Hop Police are listening Be careful or you'll be history Looks like another unsolved mystery It's murda murda murda ah it's murda murda murda yeah it's murda murda murda Somebody tell'em it's murda Murder was the case and they blamed me |
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from Chamillionaire - Ultimate Victory (2007)
mo money mo
u bring me trou- mo money mo u bring me trou- mo money mo u bring me trouble u bring me trouble but im still in love im still in love im still in love i think that im still in love im still in love im still in love i think that im still in love (Chamillionaire talkin) yea havin moneys like a relationship kno wat im sayin everybody always gon get in ya business try to break it up try and get involved in it but they really needa mind they own business money dont do buttin but bring ya trouble but for some reason i keep chasin it i must be in love Verse 1 u so bad they be gettin mad somebody that they wish they had ur a dime and u kno ur mine flippin wit u rite in my slab relationship aint the same as the others back in the past see i tried to have someone like you but didnt add up to half cruzin in wit my queen the jewels the wrist and the bling we movin and hit the scene the movie u flick the ???? paintin the city green like green is the coolest thing u cruzin up the ???? we doin it as a team i hopped in a different slab that aint got the easy tag u lookin so good to them that they told people let me pass neva tell me slow it down the rims keep on movin fast when im drivin i almost crash when i stare at yo sexy a** the longer we stay togetha ur apperance is lookin betta not betta-off with the fellaz u gon be mine 4eva they always lovin the yellows thats why i nickname ya chedda but they betta not touch ya or betta see my baretta u never leave by myside even kno they all try to take ya neva turnin on me even thho they all try to make ya long as u by my side theres nuthin that i couldnt pay for u'll make-up and never break-up i stay in love wit ya paper Chorus money cant money cant buy me love but shes actin like she love me cuz im ridin on dubz money cant money cant buy me trust but my money is attracted to the backstabbaz money bring money bring plenty hataz it be lookin so good that ima prolly fall in love money u bring me trouble but i still think i love you Verse 2 shes as black as a african but they call her american very thin yea she be messin around wit married men when he comes home shes neva askin him where he been cuz 99% of the time she was rite there wit him chances of him losin her in this life are very slim money duznt grow on trees u aint checkin every limb she gon be a rappa o wow she wants to marry him she gon still survive when he die she'll hav to bury him when u kno u wit a dime they'll treat u like your special broad at his ??????? cuz yours left you bring her to tha church and the pastor says "god bless you" bring her around ya boyz but be careful they gon get you cash in a hidden place ironically called it safe and ur prolly leavin the safe like its safe in the realist place i hope u gon stay awake cuz they gon enter and break and the safe is the first thing that them hataz gon try to take Chorus money cant money cant buy me love but shes actin like she love me cuz im ridin on dubz money cant money cant buy me trust but my money is attracted to the backstabbaz money bring money bring plenty hataz it be lookin so good that ima prolly fall in love money u bring me trouble but i still think i love you Verse 3 he introduced her to his motha his motha said that she loved her and after that he discovered his brotha don tryed to cut her they messin wit one anotha saw her under the covers and now he gotta show his brotha the meanin to keep it gutta all i kno is i love her i mean he loves her tryed to control his temper as he leaned and he hugged her just enuff to get close to her he screaemed as he shoved her outta the exit heard his brotha scream u's a busta dont touch her what u betta slow yo roll quick nah matter fact back up rite now before i click click whats this told u to stop playin wit me boi hurry up girl lezgo lez get in the car rite now you bring me trouble shes fallin to the floor he picked her up and hes grabbin her yellin out likes he mad at her soundin like hes a animal pullin and grabbin her now he already damaged her he throws her into the trunk and talks to her like a passenger and thats when uh he hearin the tires squeal hes speedin outta the driveway approachin the highest hill everytime that u called me i came like i served u even the boss i usta work for had the nerve to tell me i wasnt good enuff and didnt deserve u told me i wasnt good enuff and didnt deserve u i fought to keep u in my life and this the thanx i get well thanx for all the good memorys i think im sick (u bring me trouble but im still in love) today we bring u breaking news looks like theres a major car accident authority alarms the pursuit of an unamed individual who crashed his car into the front entrance of a gas station on the northwest side of town all tho there is not much info known about the suspect we are told the assailent tryed to get away on foot and the police are in close pursuit the reason for the crash may have been a loaded 9mm handgun that may have accidentally fired we will give u more details on the evening news |
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from Chamillionaire - Ultimate Victory (2007)
mo money mo u bring me trou- mo money mo u bring me trou- mo money mo u bring me trouble u bring me trouble but im still in love im still in love im still in love i think that im still in love im still in love im still in love i think that im still in love (Chamillionaire talkin) yea havin moneys like a relationship kno wat im sayin everybody always gon get in ya business try to break it up try and get involved in it but they really needa mind they own business money dont do buttin but bring ya trouble but for some reason i keep chasin it i must be in love Verse 1 u so bad they be gettin mad somebody that they wish they had ur a dime and u kno ur mine flippin wit u rite in my slab relationship aint the same as the others back in the past see i tried to have someone like you but didnt add up to half cruzin in wit my queen the jewels the wrist and the bling we movin and hit the scene the movie u flick the ???? paintin the city green like green is the coolest thing u cruzin up the ???? we doin it as a team i hopped in a different slab that aint got the easy tag u lookin so good to them that they told people let me pass neva tell me slow it down the rims keep on movin fast when im drivin i almost crash when i stare at yo sexy a** the longer we stay togetha ur apperance is lookin betta not betta-off with the fellaz u gon be mine 4eva they always lovin the yellows thats why i nickname ya chedda but they betta not touch ya or betta see my baretta u never leave by myside even kno they all try to take ya neva turnin on me even thho they all try to make ya long as u by my side theres nuthin that i couldnt pay for u'll make-up and never break-up i stay in love wit ya paper Chorus money cant money cant buy me love but shes actin like she love me cuz im ridin on dubz money cant money cant buy me trust but my money is attracted to the backstabbaz money bring money bring plenty hataz it be lookin so good that ima prolly fall in love money u bring me trouble but i still think i love you Verse 2 shes as black as a african but they call her american very thin yea she be messin around wit married men when he comes home shes neva askin him where he been cuz 99% of the time she was rite there wit him chances of him losin her in this life are very slim money duznt grow on trees u aint checkin every limb she gon be a rappa o wow she wants to marry him she gon still survive when he die she'll hav to bury him when u kno u wit a dime they'll treat u like your special broad at his ??????? cuz yours left you bring her to tha church and the pastor says "god bless you" bring her around ya boyz but be careful they gon get you cash in a hidden place ironically called it safe and ur prolly leavin the safe like its safe in the realist place i hope u gon stay awake cuz they gon enter and break and the safe is the first thing that them hataz gon try to take Chorus money cant money cant buy me love but shes actin like she love me cuz im ridin on dubz money cant money cant buy me trust but my money is attracted to the backstabbaz money bring money bring plenty hataz it be lookin so good that ima prolly fall in love money u bring me trouble but i still think i love you Verse 3 he introduced her to his motha his motha said that she loved her and after that he discovered his brotha don tryed to cut her they messin wit one anotha saw her under the covers and now he gotta show his brotha the meanin to keep it gutta all i kno is i love her i mean he loves her tryed to control his temper as he leaned and he hugged her just enuff to get close to her he screaemed as he shoved her outta the exit heard his brotha scream u's a busta dont touch her what u betta slow yo roll quick nah matter fact back up rite now before i click click whats this told u to stop playin wit me boi hurry up girl lezgo lez get in the car rite now you bring me trouble shes fallin to the floor he picked her up and hes grabbin her yellin out likes he mad at her soundin like hes a animal pullin and grabbin her now he already damaged her he throws her into the trunk and talks to her like a passenger and thats when uh he hearin the tires squeal hes speedin outta the driveway approachin the highest hill everytime that u called me i came like i served u even the boss i usta work for had the nerve to tell me i wasnt good enuff and didnt deserve u told me i wasnt good enuff and didnt deserve u i fought to keep u in my life and this the thanx i get well thanx for all the good memorys i think im sick (u bring me trouble but im still in love) today we bring u breaking news looks like theres a major car accident authority alarms the pursuit of an unamed individual who crashed his car into the front entrance of a gas station on the northwest side of town all tho there is not much info known about the suspect we are told the assailent tryed to get away on foot and the police are in close pursuit the reason for the crash may have been a loaded 9mm handgun that may have accidentally fired we will give u more details on the evening news |
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from Chamillionaire - I''m So Gone (Patron) (2009)
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I'm poppin bottles of patron (poppin bottles of patron) all night long (chamillionaire and bobby v, we in vip) its on, its on (hah chamillitary mayne) [Bobby Valentino] I don't normally drink but tonite I'm gon gone off that rosay, gone off that patron I'm so gone (baby) I'm tryna wash my problems away (jus for the day) had too much to drink i wont say I'm drunk but i think i drank a lil too much patron I'm so gone (baby) I'm tryna wash my problems away (jus for the day) [Chamillionaire] they mite say I'm such a flirt, lipstick on my neck and shirt chicks all up in vip, on my neck like its dessert said i was at work, and thats really where i was at first now I'm out with her and she tryna make my pockets hurt any drink that you prefer, any drink that you prefer knew that that will work, been a playa ever since my birth money is a curse, but i always chase the money first wonder why these girls, keep on askin what my necklace worth made a bunch of money, gotta lotta cars gotta lotta groupies that wanna be involved i could have em all, but my life aint gonna change cuz my problems still around the corners waitin i put my cd on, now my money long mayne i shoulda known, my haterz woulda grown and no i normally don't, but tonite i need a drank so I'm in the club like what you drinkin [Bobby Valentino] I don't normally drink but tonite I'm gon gone off that rosay, gone off that patron I'M so gone (baby) I'm tryna wash my problems away (jus for the day) had too much to drink i wont say I'm drunk but i think i drank a lil too much patron I'm so gone (baby) I'm tryna wash my problems away (jus for the day) [Chamillionaire] they mite say I'm such a flirt, lipstick on my neck and shirt chicks all up in vip, dancing in their mini skirts lookin at them curves, baddest woman in the universe I'm jus tellin her, i need you to be my passenger haterz gettin on my nerves, haterz gettin on my nerves and they better learn, they gon always get what they deserve money is a curse, but not havin money is the worst I'll get back to work, but I'm bout to sip this henney first said it aint trickin if you jus spend it imma run outta dough in a minute every chick sayin she independent starin at the diamonds all in my pendent I'm not offended still tryna find out what her friend is she tryna find out where my benz is I'm so glad i got a tenda its time to get it tell me when the last time that you've been with a playa this cool, I bet he isn't all eyes on me like a witness told her i didn't drink it, yee i really meant it and everybody is all up in my business and I'm hopin this Henny help me forget it [Bobby Valentino] I don't normally drink but tonite I'm gon gone off that rosay, gone off that patron I'm so gone (baby) I'm tryna wash my problems away (jus for the day) had too much to drink i wont say I'm drunk but i think i drank a lil too much patron I'm so gone (baby) I'm tryna wash my problems away (jus for the day) [Bobby Valentino (Chamillionaire)] (yeaa) ohohoh (crown royal) bottles of patron (and patron, you know its on) I'm so gone (i promise you I'd go back to doing what i do tomoro, but i got bills, i got stress) (and this buzz is) jus for the day ohohoh (chamillitary mayne) bottles of patron (uh, is going down) I'm so gone (I'm so gone right now, feelin so good so great) (but this buzz i got is really) jus for day |
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from Chamillionaire - The Sound Of Revenge (2005)
<i>[Intro]</i>
This, is, the-the sound of revenge <i>[repeat 2X]</i> You in the presence of the finest Chamillitary mayne! This for the streets Let's give 'em somethin they can bump (innnn the trunk) At this point you should be turnin your speakers up Turn your speakers up - Chamillionaire man! Let it bump, it's a southern thing Ha ha, Chamillitary mayne! (innnn the trunk) <i>[Verse 1]</i> I heard somebody say that the South ain't got no lyricists Well 'bang bang' at the game like everyone down here is pissed You lookin for the truth then look no further, here it is Turn it up a notch so they can not say they not hearin this They say Chamill is sick, click click, here's a clip 'Bang bang' at the rap game to make your spirits lift And it seems to me the industry is all on Jigga's dick Who? You, you, you, and you nigga - pick a click Universal sent me to bring some realness to the industry Got here, then I realized that ain't nobody real but me Okay, a couple niggaz but none of 'em real as me Tell your favorite rapper he should diss me if he disagree My bad I'm actin like your favorite rapper isn't me Tell your second favorite whose the best and show 'em a picture of me He'd have to take me out to prove that he's as sick as me So me verse me, the only battle that y'all gonna get to see I'm plainly sayin what I'm sayin to make these haters mad Perpetratin hatin ass, see me ridin candy slab Disbelieve his ass, how many vehicles can he have? I be losin count myself and I ain't even that bad at math That's how we do it in Texas, poppin trunk and grippin wood We reply to threats (how?) Nigga, I wish you would You can keep on talking, but that's only if you could Gotta turn my speakers up, can you hear 'em now? (No) Good! <i>[Chorus]</i> Ain't runnin from a thang, cause I ain't never been a punk Drama ain't a thang, cause I can bring it if they want I'ma let it bang, so they can feel it in the (innnn the trunk) You bout it wit'cha game, decide your rep and throw it up What you tryin to drank, cause I'ma bout to get you drunk Keep it pimpin mayne, so they can feel it in the (innnn the trunk) <i>[Verse 2]</i> This for the street niggaz knowin they gotta pee in a cup Know your peace officer tossin ya when he see the results This for the G's, hate is what you see in the scope Gauge gonna get sprayed like it's Raid when you see him approach Tell you ahead of time, solo I can handle mine You ain't too smart but play the part like you a pantomime But you don't have a nine, I'll show you I hammer mine Time to make you do the Running Man like it's Hammer Time Shout out to the west and all my gangstas pack heat up Actin up and pack enough heat to make you back it up The hoes back it up, soon as they hear the back of the trunk Now I'ma stock like New York slang (What you mean?) That's what;s up Money stack it up when they feel they have enough Get the chips and add 'em up, then she givin that to us Don't put all that in cuffs, treat your money like a slut Niggaz better share, hell yeah, cause I just wanna cut A hater gettin cut, someone gon' get hurt (hurt) Especially if you met me and was disrespect turf (turf) (Houston, Texas) I'm the worst, ice looking like sherbert Bouncin off my chest, you're starin at it like a pervert Mixtape god, don't hate me, go to church first (why?) Might as well since all the rappers wearin church shirts Better think ahead of time, call yourself a nurse (nurse!) Diss me in your second and you won't get to finish your third verse <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Verse 3]</i> You in the presence of the finest The game is full of fakes, all these rappin niggaz front (front) _Controversy Sells_, the industry givin 'em what they want (want) See he ain't gangsta as he say, that's why they dress 'em up Get a vest, a plastic gun and go pull a publicity stunt Hoe act like she slow, don't know that I'm rich And ignore the handles missing from the do's of my whip But then she saw me on TV and told me pause for a flick (What you tell her?) You can "106 & Park" on my dick (on my dick) Can't speak about Texas and not mention me Cause the world gon' have to see the truth come out eventually I'll rip any gimmick rapper out from A to Z 934-829 to the 2 if you still disagree We never marry a hoe, what I'ma marry you fo' I'm too busy tearin my shows up and getting married to dough (dough) Grave dig a nigga, (Whatchu mean?) I bury a flow Run, go get your city, come back and then I'ma bury your area code <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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from 정수동, Chamillionaire - The Sound Of Revenge (2005)
<i>[Intro]</i>
This, is, the-the sound of revenge <i>[repeat 2X]</i> You in the presence of the finest Chamillitary mayne! This for the streets Let's give 'em somethin they can bump (innnn the trunk) At this point you should be turnin your speakers up Turn your speakers up - Chamillionaire man! Let it bump, it's a southern thing Ha ha, Chamillitary mayne! (innnn the trunk) <i>[Verse 1]</i> I heard somebody say that the South ain't got no lyricists Well 'bang bang' at the game like everyone down here is pissed You lookin for the truth then look no further, here it is Turn it up a notch so they can not say they not hearin this They say Chamill is sick, click click, here's a clip 'Bang bang' at the rap game to make your spirits lift And it seems to me the industry is all on Jigga's dick Who? You, you, you, and you nigga - pick a click Universal sent me to bring some realness to the industry Got here, then I realized that ain't nobody real but me Okay, a couple niggaz but none of 'em real as me Tell your favorite rapper he should diss me if he disagree My bad I'm actin like your favorite rapper isn't me Tell your second favorite whose the best and show 'em a picture of me He'd have to take me out to prove that he's as sick as me So me verse me, the only battle that y'all gonna get to see I'm plainly sayin what I'm sayin to make these haters mad Perpetratin hatin ass, see me ridin candy slab Disbelieve his ass, how many vehicles can he have? I be losin count myself and I ain't even that bad at math That's how we do it in Texas, poppin trunk and grippin wood We reply to threats (how?) Nigga, I wish you would You can keep on talking, but that's only if you could Gotta turn my speakers up, can you hear 'em now? (No) Good! <i>[Chorus]</i> Ain't runnin from a thang, cause I ain't never been a punk Drama ain't a thang, cause I can bring it if they want I'ma let it bang, so they can feel it in the (innnn the trunk) You bout it wit'cha game, decide your rep and throw it up What you tryin to drank, cause I'ma bout to get you drunk Keep it pimpin mayne, so they can feel it in the (innnn the trunk) <i>[Verse 2]</i> This for the street niggaz knowin they gotta pee in a cup Know your peace officer tossin ya when he see the results This for the G's, hate is what you see in the scope Gauge gonna get sprayed like it's Raid when you see him approach Tell you ahead of time, solo I can handle mine You ain't too smart but play the part like you a pantomime But you don't have a nine, I'll show you I hammer mine Time to make you do the Running Man like it's Hammer Time Shout out to the west and all my gangstas pack heat up Actin up and pack enough heat to make you back it up The hoes back it up, soon as they hear the back of the trunk Now I'ma stock like New York slang (What you mean?) That's what;s up Money stack it up when they feel they have enough Get the chips and add 'em up, then she givin that to us Don't put all that in cuffs, treat your money like a slut Niggaz better share, hell yeah, cause I just wanna cut A hater gettin cut, someone gon' get hurt (hurt) Especially if you met me and was disrespect turf (turf) (Houston, Texas) I'm the worst, ice looking like sherbert Bouncin off my chest, you're starin at it like a pervert Mixtape god, don't hate me, go to church first (why?) Might as well since all the rappers wearin church shirts Better think ahead of time, call yourself a nurse (nurse!) Diss me in your second and you won't get to finish your third verse <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Verse 3]</i> You in the presence of the finest The game is full of fakes, all these rappin niggaz front (front) _Controversy Sells_, the industry givin 'em what they want (want) See he ain't gangsta as he say, that's why they dress 'em up Get a vest, a plastic gun and go pull a publicity stunt Hoe act like she slow, don't know that I'm rich And ignore the handles missing from the do's of my whip But then she saw me on TV and told me pause for a flick (What you tell her?) You can "106 & Park" on my dick (on my dick) Can't speak about Texas and not mention me Cause the world gon' have to see the truth come out eventually I'll rip any gimmick rapper out from A to Z 934-829 to the 2 if you still disagree We never marry a hoe, what I'ma marry you fo' I'm too busy tearin my shows up and getting married to dough (dough) Grave dig a nigga, (Whatchu mean?) I bury a flow Run, go get your city, come back and then I'ma bury your area code <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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from Chamillionaire - Ultimate Victory (2007)
[Intro:] Yeah, On behalf of Chamillitary Entertainment I'd like to extent my deepest apologies To anyone who feels they are offended by the following content Now that we done with all of the nonsense If you know you aint a groupie, make some noise [Chorus:] G-R-O-U-P-I-E Told me that she ain't a freak x2 G-R-O-U-P-I-E Told me that she ain't a freak x2 Baby, You was kinda high maintenance to me Want my paper but you'll let my partner sleep with you for free Baby, I thought you were in love with me But obviously, your just a groupie (Groupie Love) [Verse 1:] See, I got a clue when Young Dro said his girlfriend got a girlfriend That girlfriend of his girlfriend's had Chamillionaire as her man Then T-Pain said he was sprung, said he had fell in love with a stripper I shoulda known that you was the stripper that was on the pole tuggin on his zipper Kanye said that you was a gold digger, You always wanted to be major paid I turned on my TV and then I seen you kissin on Flava Flav We was both fans of UGK, we was both dreaming bout ridin blades While I was dreaming, you was gettin laid on everybodys bed and I was getting played Yung Joc knew that we was cool, said he knew he didn't stand a chance You stood still while my song played and his came on and you did his dance You kept begging me for romance, I kept telling you that's enough You turned on my boy Juvenile and then proceeded to back that up Pitbull said Culo and I ain't even that good at spanish But I knew he was talking to you, I was down with you so I couldn't stand it Don't try to lie, Don't try to cry, Ain't nothing more for us to talk about Like Unk told ya take 2-Steps towards the door and just walk it out [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Gave Bun B a little groupie love, you gave Pimp C a little groupie love And then you bumped into the whole Screwed Up Click and gave every member in the group a hug Even messed with my boy Slim Thug, he pulled up, you had a heart attack You tried to mess with Game and 50 but neither one of them called you back Ask J.R., my car was pushed to the limit on Cool & Dre Plus Rick Ross was Hustlin' that money outcha like everyday You knew that I loved you was those three words that I'd never say Now your business all over the radio and its the penalty that you have to pay You made the choice to go and be a freak, even Akon been smacking that Her plan was to get ran through by a linebacker or a quarterback R Kelly didn't have to tell me about your bump-n-grind and your foreplay I found out and I asked you if this was true, you said no way Birdman said Believe Dat, T.I.P. was like Shawty Then Young Jeezy said That's Right and Lil' Jon said Okay Heard you was messin with Ray J, you did a flick is what they say I ain't even wanna look at the tape until P.Diddy said Press Play [Chorus] [Outro:] To be continued... |
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from Chamillionaire - Ultimate Victory (2007)
[Intro:]
Yeah, On behalf of Chamillitary Entertainment I'd like to extent my deepest apologies To anyone who feels they are offended by the following content Now that we done with all of the nonsense If you know you aint a groupie, make some noise [Chorus:] G-R-O-U-P-I-E Told me that she ain't a freak x2 G-R-O-U-P-I-E Told me that she ain't a freak x2 Baby, You was kinda high maintenance to me Want my paper but you'll let my partner sleep with you for free Baby, I thought you were in love with me But obviously, your just a groupie (Groupie Love) [Verse 1:] See, I got a clue when Young Dro said his girlfriend got a girlfriend That girlfriend of his girlfriend's had Chamillionaire as her man Then T-Pain said he was sprung, said he had fell in love with a stripper I shoulda known that you was the stripper that was on the pole tuggin on his zipper Kanye said that you was a gold digger, You always wanted to be major paid I turned on my TV and then I seen you kissin on Flava Flav We was both fans of UGK, we was both dreaming bout ridin blades While I was dreaming, you was gettin laid on everybodys bed and I was getting played Yung Joc knew that we was cool, said he knew he didn't stand a chance You stood still while my song played and his came on and you did his dance You kept begging me for romance, I kept telling you that's enough You turned on my boy Juvenile and then proceeded to back that up Pitbull said Culo and I ain't even that good at spanish But I knew he was talking to you, I was down with you so I couldn't stand it Don't try to lie, Don't try to cry, Ain't nothing more for us to talk about Like Unk told ya take 2-Steps towards the door and just walk it out [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Gave Bun B a little groupie love, you gave Pimp C a little groupie love And then you bumped into the whole Screwed Up Click and gave every member in the group a hug Even messed with my boy Slim Thug, he pulled up, you had a heart attack You tried to mess with Game and 50 but neither one of them called you back Ask J.R., my car was pushed to the limit on Cool & Dre Plus Rick Ross was Hustlin' that money outcha like everyday You knew that I loved you was those three words that I'd never say Now your business all over the radio and its the penalty that you have to pay You made the choice to go and be a freak, even Akon been smacking that Her plan was to get ran through by a linebacker or a quarterback R Kelly didn't have to tell me about your bump-n-grind and your foreplay I found out and I asked you if this was true, you said no way Birdman said Believe Dat, T.I.P. was like Shawty Then Young Jeezy said That's Right and Lil' Jon said Okay Heard you was messin with Ray J, you did a flick is what they say I ain't even wanna look at the tape until P.Diddy said Press Play [Chorus] [Outro:] To be continued... |
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from Chamillionaire - The Sound Of Revenge (2005)
<i>[Bun B (Chorus)]</i>
This is for my gangstas,real niggas,ballas,trill niggas North side,South side,chunk ya deuce up This is for my gangstas,real niggas,ballas,trill niggas East side,West side,chunk ya deuce up <i>[Verse 1]</i> Plenty niggas get they head turned red for da bread Start off with da information,load it up in ya head Couldnt hold it,so it turned out its sumthin he said Wut he tell da FEDS (he need someone to call) Your decision was to snitchin and they was there to listen When he told what he know,said they barely was trippin Less time,now da niggas in a better position Unless you count the fact that the streets know he was snitchin He was lookin at a 30 but he only did 10, how your years turn to months, can he tell you dat, and He aint really gotta answer, just the sweat in his hands Will he make it out to make it, mmm well it depends Everybody know the info you was tellin ya friends Plus the streets know the deals that you made with the pen Russian Roulette,yep nigga bet the barrel will spin You hear that,yea nigga thats the sound of revenge <i>[Hook]</i> Walk down the right road,cuz the streets is so cold... You betta take ya life slow or you'll miss it Listen to da G-Code,if you know what i kno-oooow, then you'll keep yo mouth closed (keep ur mouth closed nigga) We dont tolerate snitches <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Verse 2]</i> If you gon live that crime life,i hope you hold dat 9 tight You live life like a pussy then dats prolly what you die like I neva eva loved a sucka,them aint really my type Rat snakes,yea mayne the game is full of wild-life Dont wanna do no time right? You wanna live that high life Like go withdrawl,have a hundred thousand in ya eye sight Enter ya crib,see the clouds peepin through ya skylight You be a copycat,(cat),cuz mine right Thats what he told me but i didnt listen Doin crime for a dime wasnt my intention You insane,think his name sumin i will mention Only snitches need someone to tell Alota niggas in the game,hustlin doin they thing Usin codes on the phone with they usual slang If you know what he know then you wont say a thing You wouldnt need someone to tell Careful bout the life you lead,aint smart with ya life, you plead, the streets will ignite ya T, like you aint got the right to breathe (Cough) To choke on da realness, reality is what the fake dont know how to deal with Words leak from the teeth, but he'll say seal it Then go get a undercover brother he can chill with Find a nigga that be hustlin to make a deal with But the streets will hold court for him and'll deal with it <i>[Hook]</i> <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Verse 3]</i> This for the G's,street jugglin,move da fire When you talkin what you talkin it aint through the wire Police pull you over,now they callin you a liar You got amnesia,dont even know the dude beside ya You dont know,you aint sayin,you aint heard what he said Told you a closed mouth aint gon neva get fed A open mouth'll get you county instead of the FEDS Some scared niggas speak up so they'll be less in the red Niggas cant deal with no 95 so they day-to-day budgeters Its the hustlers that get put away by the customers You upstate,niggas use to be southerners Here the streets make the laws and dont answer the governors We the niggas thats too real to snitch on a snitch But make a snitch turn to puff with a flick of the wrist That aint gon get in arguements,just go get you a clip And they gon think about the consequences,let em repent <i>[Hook]</i> <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Talking]</i> Man hold up, you a real nigga and you aint got nuthin to say when they come question you, just keep it 100, and go on a chunk ya deuce up |
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from Chamillionaire - The Sound Of Revenge (2005)
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Heyyyyyyyy Na na na na naaaa They said noooo when I told them thaaaaat I find a way to get to the toooop (to the tooop) They didn't knoooow that eventuallyyyy I'd be the ONE to worry about (worry aboouuut) When someoooone would mention meeeee they always try to say I'mma floooop But this the sound of reveeeeeennnge The sound of reveeeennnge The sound of reveeeennnge The sound of reveeeennnge Reveeeennnge <i>[Chamillionaire]</i> Yeah, on the path to find out whose true the only person you can really trust is you And if you, feel like you can't even trust you You can always trust you know who And if you don't know who you know who is Then I feel so sorry for you Cause that's really the only person that can judge and critics people that wanna see you fail and tell you what you can do, shouldn't do, must do And when you got that glow Nobody's else words can really bugs you Haha Revenge has always been looked upon as a sin and sometimes you just feel like you have to sin to win Sometmes it sound like (gun shot), It's what it coulda been And when you get to the gates of heaven they probably wouldn't let you in Haha But to change that meaning of it success is what it is in the end and instead of worrying about what it should of, could of, or would it been You turn you head towards the future and keep it moviiin, knowwhatI'm sayin? (Well say it again) Keep it moviiiin, knowwhatI'm sayin? Screw it then KnooowwhatI'm sayiiiin? If you waitiiiiin for me to faiiiil Your time is running out on the clock (on the gloooock) I'm runniiiiiiin to the finish yeeeeeaaahh when I get there I ain't gonna stooooooop (gonna stoooop) Success iiiiiiisssss what I couldn't haaaavve but now I tell them look what I goooooott This the sound of reveeeeeennnnge The sound of reveeeeennnnnge The sound of reveeeeeeennnnnnge The sound of reveeeeennnnnge reveeeennnnge Na na na na naaaa Heeeeyyyyyyy Na na na na naaaa Na na na na naaaa Heeeeyyyyyyy Na na na na naaaa |
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from 정수동, Chamillionaire - The Sound Of Revenge (2005)
Na na na na naaaa
Heyyyyyyyy Na na na na naaaa They said noooo when I told them thaaaaat I find a way to get to the toooop (to the tooop) They didn't knoooow that eventuallyyyy I'd be the ONE to worry about (worry aboouuut) When someoooone would mention meeeee they always try to say I'mma floooop But this the sound of reveeeeeennnge The sound of reveeeennnge The sound of reveeeennnge The sound of reveeeennnge Reveeeennnge <i>[Chamillionaire]</i> Yeah, on the path to find out whose true the only person you can really trust is you And if you, feel like you can't even trust you You can always trust you know who And if you don't know who you know who is Then I feel so sorry for you Cause that's really the only person that can judge and critics people that wanna see you fail and tell you what you can do, shouldn't do, must do And when you got that glow Nobody's else words can really bugs you Haha Revenge has always been looked upon as a sin and sometimes you just feel like you have to sin to win Sometmes it sound like (gun shot), It's what it coulda been And when you get to the gates of heaven they probably wouldn't let you in Haha But to change that meaning of it success is what it is in the end and instead of worrying about what it should of, could of, or would it been You turn you head towards the future and keep it moviiin, knowwhatI'm sayin? (Well say it again) Keep it moviiiin, knowwhatI'm sayin? Screw it then KnooowwhatI'm sayiiiin? If you waitiiiiin for me to faiiiil Your time is running out on the clock (on the gloooock) I'm runniiiiiiin to the finish yeeeeeaaahh when I get there I ain't gonna stooooooop (gonna stoooop) Success iiiiiiisssss what I couldn't haaaavve but now I tell them look what I goooooott This the sound of reveeeeeennnnge The sound of reveeeeennnnnge The sound of reveeeeeeennnnnnge The sound of reveeeeennnnnge reveeeennnnge Na na na na naaaa Heeeeyyyyyyy Na na na na naaaa Na na na na naaaa Heeeeyyyyyyy Na na na na naaaa |
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from Chamillionaire - The Sound Of Revenge (2005)
<i>[Hook]</i>
I can tell by the way that you peepin me That you havin some thoughts about freakin me But if you walk up and just speak to me And tell me what you like we'll hook up tonight yeah I can tell by the way that you peepin me That you haven't been satisfied recently Haven't been wit a p.i.m.p. like me But if thats what you like your in luck tonight yeah <i>[Verse 1]</i> yeah black dickies, black vehicle, pull up on black dubs Durin that party im in the block pullin them freaks for afta Nothing gets a broad looser than a stack of cash does So them rims bigger than dubs let me see how they math was Count them inches They peepin as the truck get suspended Fellin spended Got a stack and im gone use it till its ended Ima spend it on the bottle after I get bartended Ima walk up and choose you hope ypur friends don't get affended Ima playa I don't dance what I gotta dance for I just pick hoes from the bar And take em off the dance floor Wit a chick in the club posted up in the back of That club got a girl but i'm actin like a bachlor Snach her Can't tell me that she ain't ready for the part Lights, camra, action act like she ain't never seen a star Seen the corner of your eye looking this way at the bar Slip you out of them cuffs cuz yo nigga ain't on his job <i>[Hook]</i> <i>[Verse 2]</i> In the club you backin it up im lovin what i see and a Doin it like its yo b-day Hopein you can back it up me way Tellin me patna give a 100 dollars to the d.j. So he can play that song again I see the instant replay I can tell that you lovein all the attention Of the boys thats trying to snatch ya Hopin that they just keep attendin Cuz you know who you really consintratin on gettin Yeah you know Koopa is that playa that keep it pimpin I turned to look ova at you frequently And i noticed that your still peepin me peepin me I know your ready I know your ready I wanna roll wit a playa lets go I turned to look ova at you frequently And I noticed that your still peepin me peepin me I know your ready I know your ready I wanna roll wit a playa lets go <i>[Hook]</i> <i>[Verse 3]</i> I can see the look in your eyes baby you wantin it bad huh Wonderin if its gonna be right and wonderin what i have for I got that cron I got that henn I got somethin for that buzz Milk does the body good but not as good as that huh Now that was i got you feelin ready and ready on that move But before you approach me a nigga already approachin you Walkin like she know shes cruel While i'm picturein you in the nude Ima tell her the motions cleava its whateva you want to do I can tell by the way you been peepin Trtin to visit me on the weekend Trying to have that bed sqeekin sqeekin yeah even a couple of friends drinkin Thinkin bout gettin even Wit a man that been cheatin So I sweep em right off thier toes Like a set of voes Never seen a old school vehicle wit wetta doors She asked is she could leave wit me and I should let her go Man I'm just too much of a playa to refuse and tell her no <i>[Hook]</i> |
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from Chamillionaire - The Sound Of Revenge (2005)
<i>[Intro]</i>
My life is real baby, you peeping me take a picture You peeping me take a picture, (you should take a photograph) - <i>[2x]</i> <i>[Bun B]</i> Catch me today, with a cannon or a Kodak Cause by tomorrow, yesterday gon be a throwback (You see it's real, they be like look at that Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph) <i>[Chamillionaire]</i> Introducing the truest voice of the South, it's who else but me fool Don't let all that foolishness they feed you, on T.V. mislead you Don't let all the magazines, and them papers out there deceive you The cups that be used to sip, but Caucasian kinda like my tee do You see that hand be glistening, you see the Sedans we flipping The hundreds of grands we getting, these units of scans we shipping You see that Caddy tipping, them thangs on that Caddy twisting That paint and that candy dripping, that drank and that can is missing That ain't a Cola, though dry and you feeling sober Boys trying to switch it over, apply it up in a soda Home of the Houston hustlers, who grinding and hit the quota Who fire and hit the doja, you high when you sniff the odor Told ya you gotta have, a foreign or buy your slab Afford it then buy it that's, important without it now You ain't gotta take college class, to see that we bout our cash You not if you gotta ask, let's take a pic by the slab hol' up <i>[Hook]</i> You see my slab, you see my candy slab Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph You see my chick, you see my chick is bad Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph You see it's real, they be like look at that Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph Photograph, ph-ph-ph-photograph-photograph Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph <i>[Chamillionaire]</i> When I'm tipping they'll probably watch me, the cops'll be paparazzi And try to patrol my posse, we shining and glowing glossy The jealous will try to top me, we keep it too real to copy What I'm listening to ain't a floppy, that disc gon be Screwed and Chop-pied All the ballers will ride to this, deposit deposit slips Buy the car and apply the fifth, raise the trunk an entire lift Use to go to that Kappa, but Kappa ain't been as crunk So I'm popping up at Daytona, on chrome and I'm popping trunk Jamming that "Ridin' Dirty", while riding beside the laws And they staring over at me, trying to scare me like I'ma pause Tell 'em naw they know I'ma crawl, all day in the robber cause I'm trying to go wash the ride, till them tires have whiter walls You peeping him take a picture, that chrome and that paint official You smoking then take a swisha, there's plenty just take 'em wit ya You chilling you ain't a sipper, then I'ma be hanging wit ya Take a hold of the grain and grip a, handful and smile for the pictures nigga <i>[Hook]</i> <i>[Bun B]</i> You see the bling up on my bracelet, and the shine on my chest Syrup in my styrofoam, it's sweet with doja no cess You done put it down with the rest, time to roll with the best Cause when you ride with the original, you ain't gotta guess I'm the connection that you need, when they say it's a drought Cause it's not really a drought, them other niggaz just out And I'm the plug you gotta have, when they say the river's dry Cause it's not really dry, they just ran out of supply I'm too fly for the clouds, too down for the green grass Better wear tinted lenses, if you look at my clean ass Catch me today, with a cannon or a Kodak Cause by tomorrow, yesterday gon be a throwback Candy still dripping, 4's is still tipping Wood grain grass, steering wheel I'm still gripping Repping for P.A.T., the West and the East And I'm repping for Pimp C, till he get back on the streets it never cease <i>[Hook]</i> <i>[Chamillionaire]</i> My life is real baby, ain't just a song (ain't just a song) Gripping that wood wheel baby, and riding chrome (I'm riding chrome) This is for the real playas, that get that do' (that get that do') Tell me how it feel baby, to see I'm-I'm riding candy and chrome <i>[Bun B]</i> Catch me today, with a cannon or a Kodak Cause by tomorrow, yesterday gon be a throwback - <i>[2x]</i> <i>[talking]</i> Know I'm saying, gripping wood Riding through the hood, and feeling good Just like we say down in Texas, it's already You staring at me so hard You need to go on, do yourself a favor playa And take a motherfucking picture |
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from 정수동, Chamillionaire - The Sound Of Revenge (2005)
<i>[Intro]</i>
My life is real baby, you peeping me take a picture You peeping me take a picture, (you should take a photograph) - <i>[2x]</i> <i>[Bun B]</i> Catch me today, with a cannon or a Kodak Cause by tomorrow, yesterday gon be a throwback (You see it's real, they be like look at that Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph) <i>[Chamillionaire]</i> Introducing the truest voice of the South, it's who else but me fool Don't let all that foolishness they feed you, on T.V. mislead you Don't let all the magazines, and them papers out there deceive you The cups that be used to sip, but Caucasian kinda like my tee do You see that hand be glistening, you see the Sedans we flipping The hundreds of grands we getting, these units of scans we shipping You see that Caddy tipping, them thangs on that Caddy twisting That paint and that candy dripping, that drank and that can is missing That ain't a Cola, though dry and you feeling sober Boys trying to switch it over, apply it up in a soda Home of the Houston hustlers, who grinding and hit the quota Who fire and hit the doja, you high when you sniff the odor Told ya you gotta have, a foreign or buy your slab Afford it then buy it that's, important without it now You ain't gotta take college class, to see that we bout our cash You not if you gotta ask, let's take a pic by the slab hol' up <i>[Hook]</i> You see my slab, you see my candy slab Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph You see my chick, you see my chick is bad Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph You see it's real, they be like look at that Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph Photograph, ph-ph-ph-photograph-photograph Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph <i>[Chamillionaire]</i> When I'm tipping they'll probably watch me, the cops'll be paparazzi And try to patrol my posse, we shining and glowing glossy The jealous will try to top me, we keep it too real to copy What I'm listening to ain't a floppy, that disc gon be Screwed and Chop-pied All the ballers will ride to this, deposit deposit slips Buy the car and apply the fifth, raise the trunk an entire lift Use to go to that Kappa, but Kappa ain't been as crunk So I'm popping up at Daytona, on chrome and I'm popping trunk Jamming that "Ridin' Dirty", while riding beside the laws And they staring over at me, trying to scare me like I'ma pause Tell 'em naw they know I'ma crawl, all day in the robber cause I'm trying to go wash the ride, till them tires have whiter walls You peeping him take a picture, that chrome and that paint official You smoking then take a swisha, there's plenty just take 'em wit ya You chilling you ain't a sipper, then I'ma be hanging wit ya Take a hold of the grain and grip a, handful and smile for the pictures nigga <i>[Hook]</i> <i>[Bun B]</i> You see the bling up on my bracelet, and the shine on my chest Syrup in my styrofoam, it's sweet with doja no cess You done put it down with the rest, time to roll with the best Cause when you ride with the original, you ain't gotta guess I'm the connection that you need, when they say it's a drought Cause it's not really a drought, them other niggaz just out And I'm the plug you gotta have, when they say the river's dry Cause it's not really dry, they just ran out of supply I'm too fly for the clouds, too down for the green grass Better wear tinted lenses, if you look at my clean ass Catch me today, with a cannon or a Kodak Cause by tomorrow, yesterday gon be a throwback Candy still dripping, 4's is still tipping Wood grain grass, steering wheel I'm still gripping Repping for P.A.T., the West and the East And I'm repping for Pimp C, till he get back on the streets it never cease <i>[Hook]</i> <i>[Chamillionaire]</i> My life is real baby, ain't just a song (ain't just a song) Gripping that wood wheel baby, and riding chrome (I'm riding chrome) This is for the real playas, that get that do' (that get that do') Tell me how it feel baby, to see I'm-I'm riding candy and chrome <i>[Bun B]</i> Catch me today, with a cannon or a Kodak Cause by tomorrow, yesterday gon be a throwback - <i>[2x]</i> <i>[talking]</i> Know I'm saying, gripping wood Riding through the hood, and feeling good Just like we say down in Texas, it's already You staring at me so hard You need to go on, do yourself a favor playa And take a motherfucking picture |
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from Chamillionaire - Ultimate Victory (2007)
yea let her go let her go let her go let her go chamilitary-mayne yea pimp mode u kno i stay in pimp mode u kno i stay in pimp mode ya let her go let her go let her go yea pimp mode pimp mode she dont wanna leave, u gotta let her breath baby u wanna stay, make sure u wipe yo feet on the flo fo u step thru the door chamilitary mayne lez go Chorus let me hop right in the pimp mode got the top down on a fresh set of 4's and i push it real slow,slow,slow i pimp the caddy real slow,real slow,real slow let me hop right in the pimp mode put the game on em u kno how the rest go u kno how the rest go,go,go u kno i be in pimp mode,pimp mode,pimp mode,pimp mode Verse 1 picture me listenin while she beggin that aint even my style thats a penalty or a foul hit the sideline and sit down i aint even trippin bout how many my numbers that she gon dial u'll get ejected from the game now watch reality hit ya like pow u kno my stacks will stay stackin knowin they hate so ima stay packin knowin chamillionaire got what they lackin havin them ladys showin they back in continental lincoln jus stretchin stash is hot and my weapon baby flashin her fleshin hopin its her that im sexin yes im stayin fresh jus like mannie bout to go hit my spot in miami now that i won im puttin my grammy on the grill and hood of my candy she talkin bout can we can we what please take anotha vacation and im like take another vacation u gon have to sit and stay patient i control her and remote her she doin jus wat i told her got a fonebook in my fone yea somewhere up in my folder i stay choosin em like a voter told her ill promote her pinky shinin like its solar game colder than a polar Chorus let me hop right in the pimp mode got the top down on a fresh set of 4's and i push it real slow,slow,slow i pimp the caddy real slow,real slow,real slow let me hop right in the pimp mode put the game on em u kno how the rest go u kno how the rest go,go,go u kno i be in pimp mode,pimp mode,pimp mode,pimp mode Verse 2 well its a sunny day in the city wit syrup and sunny d flippin thru sunny side tryin to get me some money g down south on the south side where carseats is super-soft if u trill we can conversate if u aint ill blow ya off from me the king of the trill the one and the only mayne my roof linin is swade my seats is pony mayne my air-forces is crocodile candy and dodo mayne so when i step out i step and im fly thats fa'sho tho mayne now cadillac cars the machine 26's sittin clean cup full of promethazine for the lean naw mean sittin taller than yao-ming cut the corna them hatas fall back and start bawing lookin regal in the regal presidential in the lincoln a balla in the beama man what the f**k was u thinkin me and koopa wouldnt shine we got u boyz sweatin playa texas is the gind-house ask Robert and Quentin we be pimpin Chorus let me hop right in the pimp mode got the top down on a fresh set of 4's and i push it real slow,slow,slow i pimp the caddy real slow,real slow,real slow let me hop right in the pimp mode put the game on em u kno how the rest go u kno how the rest go,go,go u kno i be in pimp mode,pimp mode,pimp mode,pimp mode Hook u in the presence of a playa in the presence of a playa i aint gon be the one to save ya i aint gon be the one to save ya u in the presence of a playa in the presence of a playa i aint gon be the one to save ya i aint gon be the one to save ya Chorus let me hop right in the pimp mode got the top down on a fresh set of 4's and i push it real slow,slow,slow i pimp the caddy real slow,real slow,real slow let me hop right in the pimp mode put the game on em u kno how the rest go u kno how the rest go,go,go u kno i be in pimp mode,pimp mode,pimp mode,pimp mode what u mean u aint gon save me i dont need nobody to save me oh yea and u talkin about pimp p-i-m-p in the flesh u kno what that mean to me what paper in my pocket haha now pull out ya credit card lets see if u can make my bank account pregnant man u krazy wat color is yo card o is it black american express cuz if it aint u need to step ya game up rookie man who u callin a rookie get up out my car uh i was jus playin baby you kno i love you yea ight i hope u love to walk get out |
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from Chamillionaire - Ultimate Victory (2007)
Yeah
Let her go, let her go, let her go, let her go Chamillitary-man yeaah Pimp Mode, You know I stay in Pimp Mode You know I stay in Pimp Mode yea Let her go (she wanna leave) Let her go (then you gotta let her breathe baby) Let her go (But if you wanna stay make sure you wipe your feet off on the floor before you step through the door)(Chamillitary-Man) [Chorus] Let me hop right into Pimp Mode Got the top down on a fresh set of those fo's And I push it real slow, slow, slow I pimp the Caddy real slow, real slow, real slow Let me hop right into Pimp Mode Put the game on them, you know how the rest go, You know how the rest go, go, go You know I be in Pimp Mode, Pimp Mode, Pimp Mode [Verse 1] Picture me listenin' while she beggin' (beggin') That ain't even my style (style), thats a penalty or a foul (foul) Hit the sideline and sit down (down) I ain't even trippin' bout how many my numbers that she gon dial (dial) You'll get ejected from the game now (now) Watch reality hit ya like pow (pow) You know my stacks will stay stackin' Knowin' they hate so I'ma stay packin' Knowin' Chamillionaire got what they lackin' havin' them ladys showin they back in Continental Lincoln just stretchin' Stash is hidin' my weapon Baby flashin' her fleshin' Hopin' its her that im sexin' Yes, I'm stayin' fresh just like Mannie 'Bout to go hit my spot in Miami Now that I won I'm puttin' my Grammy On the grill and hood of my Candy She talkin' bout can we, can we what? Please take another vacation? And I'm like take another vacation? You gonna have to sit and stay patient I control her and remote her She doin' just what I told her Got her phone book in my phone yea somewhere up in my folder I stay choosin' em like a voter I Told her I'll promote her Pinky shinin' like its solar Game colder than a polar (hold up) [Chorus] Let me hop right into Pimp Mode Got the top down on a fresh set of those fo's And I push it real slow, slow, slow I pimp the Caddy real slow, real slow, real slow Let me hop right into Pimp Mode Put the game on them, you know how the rest go, You know how the rest go, go, go You know I be in Pimp Mode, Pimp Mode, Pimp Mode [Verse 2 (Bun-B)] Well it's a sunny day in the city With syrup and Sunny D Flippin' through Sunny Side Tryin' to get me some money g Down South on the South Side Where car seats are super-soft If you Trill we can conversate If you ain't I'll blow ya off Bun B, the King of the Trill The one and the only mayne My roof linin' is suede My seats is pony mayne My air-forces is crocodile Candy and Do Do mayne So when I step out I'm steppin out fly Thats fa'sho tho mayne Now Cadillac cars The machine 26's Sittin' clean, cup full of promethazine for the lean, naw mean (naw mean) Sittin taller than Yao-Ming Cut the corner, them hatas fall back and start bawling Lookin regal in the Regal Presidential in the Lincoln A Balla in the Beama Man what the fuck was you thinkin'? Me and Koopa wouldn't shine We got u boys sweatin' Playa, Texas is a grind-house Ask Robert and Quentin we be pimpin [Chorus] Let me hop right into Pimp Mode Got the top down on a fresh set of those fo's And I push it real slow, slow, slow I pimp the Caddy real slow, real slow, real slow Let me hop right into Pimp Mode Put the game on them, you know how the rest go, You know how the rest go, go, go You know I be in Pimp Mode, Pimp Mode, Pimp Mode Pimp Mode, [Hook] Mmm You in the presence of a playa In the presence of a playa (yea) Mmm I aint gonna be the one to save ya I ain't gonna be the one to save ya Mmm you in the presence of a playa In the presence of a playa Mmm I aint gonna be the one to save ya I ain't gonna be the one to save ya [Chorus:] Let me hop right into Pimp Mode Got the top down on a fresh set of those fo's And I push it real slow, slow, slow I pimp the Caddy real slow, real slow, real slow Let me hop right into Pimp Mode Put the game on them, you know how the rest go, You know how the rest go, go, go You know I be in Pimp Mode, Pimp Mode, Pimp Mode Pimp Mode, |
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from Lil' Flip - I Need Mine (2006)
(feat. Chamillionaire)
[Hook: Chamillionaire] You know I stay stacking my cheddar, leaning back on the leather With a ride or die chick, on my side Nobody does it better, so somebody better tell ya That you dealing, with a playa fo' life I'm a playa fo' life, I'm a playa fo' life I'm a playa fo' life, I'm a playa fo' life You need a baller, I'm a baller your type You need a playa, that's what I is fo' life [Lil' Flip:] 24's on the coupe when I roll by, four guns on my lap when I roll high Now I'm back in the trap with four fpies, three macks on my lap and a fo'-five Mo'fuckers ain't know I could rap fast, mo'fuckers ain't know I could stack cash Lil' mama right there she got a fat ass, but you know Clover Geez don't trick cash Now let me slow it down, for all you Screw heads Don't call me Flipper, it's Mr. I Can Do Dat Fuck a lay-away, if I like it I buy it And if it's purple haze, if I like it I try it I'm doing 85, on 2-88 The music so loud, my phone on vibrate I missed like twenty calls, and two of em my dogs And you guessed it right, the rest of em broads [Hook] [Lil' Flip:] Come with me and tour the globe, let me show you how it go I'll take you out that Bebe, and put you in designer clothes You'll be closing Phantom do's, and Dolce & Cabana clothes The paparazzi waiting, when you stepping out that G4 G5 we fly, we high ah man I bet your man, ain't never had a hundred grand I be drunk every hour, I be high every minute I be dodging the press, because my windows tinted I'm a playa for real, diamonds lay on my grill To get out my deal, I had to pay two mill Now I'm happy as ever, laying back on my leather The number one fly boy, on the back of my sweater [Hook] [Lil' Flip:] Them chicks in Chi-Town, looking for a real playa Them chicks in Las Vegas, they get that money out there Them chicks in New York, cute but they talk rude Them chicks in Paris France, now they know what to do Them chicks in Berlin, they say they want a playa too I got the chicks in the Lou, they hollin' what it do Them Cali chicks, want a playa with that real do' That's when I pull up in my drop, and let me grill show [talking:] Ay-ay come ride-come ride-come ride Ay, Southside for life Ain't nobody do it like me, aaay [Hook] |
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from Chamillionaire - The Sound Of Revenge (2005)
<i>[Chamillionaire + (Female)]</i>
This for the streets (Nah this for the radio) <i>[3X]</i> Well it's for radio then just keep it street (Well go on do it then!) <i>[Chamillionaire]</i> Nah that ain't a problem at all my man Got a lot of rubber bands, time to count up all my grands Well go on do it then - put a ninth caller in Now we got a lot of jams, we gon' play a lot of Cham Well go on do it then - she can say she is not a fan Tell me she ain't got a man, plus she got a lot of damn! .. And she love how the Impala can change a bunch of colors like you lookin at a hologram .. She wanna ride off on 24's Butterfly do's raise up, she feelin so.. special and she like my music better slow Tell me that I'm fin' to blow, I reply to her "I know!" <i>[Chorus: Chamillionaire]</i> So let me break it down and do somethin I know the ladies can feel She say she's lovin my style Turn on the radio and you probably hearin nothin but the Chamillitary mayne We interruptin this sound just to let you hear a message from me I'm representin the South And know how we get down, know we gotta keep it gutter and street (Go on do it then!) <i>[Chamillionaire]</i> I got a white girl, I call her Shady/Aftermath Cause she love a rapper, see a nigga she gonna snatch him fast Fine and you can't say that she don't have an ass Plus her eyes green enough to even up and match my cash Hispanic college girl that love to dance right after class Pray the way she back that ass up her class she has to pass The others bad and black, take her to the bachelor pad Crib big yo, her man's crib is less than half of that <i>[Hook: Chamillionaire]</i> Call up the DJ's on your radio They'll say Chamillionaire got a crazy flow My radio station doesn't play it though Say he gotta make somethin for the ladies so <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Chamillionaire]</i> Relax boy, lax boy, revenge is the sound I've made it here, America gon' have to feel me now Hear that bass come rumblin, boys see me actin up Also see that fast pyoom pyoom when I pass him up Turn it up, tell the listeners to listen here Listenin here the sickest rapper in the Southern hempisphere Yeah, keep it gutter, suckers missin in the picture yeah We erased them from the game, commercial rappers disappear <i>[Hook]</i> <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Female]</i> Now they know the name that's running the game Them boyz down in Houston that got the streets on lock But just incase they slow and don't know Somebody tell em the name Chamillitary mayne Ha ha You got a problem? Then let it be known You got something you wanna get off your chest Give us a call, we're taking requests Gon do it then |
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from 정수동, Chamillionaire - The Sound Of Revenge (2005)
<i>[Chamillionaire + (Female)]</i>
This for the streets (Nah this for the radio) <i>[3X]</i> Well it's for radio then just keep it street (Well go on do it then!) <i>[Chamillionaire]</i> Nah that ain't a problem at all my man Got a lot of rubber bands, time to count up all my grands Well go on do it then - put a ninth caller in Now we got a lot of jams, we gon' play a lot of Cham Well go on do it then - she can say she is not a fan Tell me she ain't got a man, plus she got a lot of damn! .. And she love how the Impala can change a bunch of colors like you lookin at a hologram .. She wanna ride off on 24's Butterfly do's raise up, she feelin so.. special and she like my music better slow Tell me that I'm fin' to blow, I reply to her "I know!" <i>[Chorus: Chamillionaire]</i> So let me break it down and do somethin I know the ladies can feel She say she's lovin my style Turn on the radio and you probably hearin nothin but the Chamillitary mayne We interruptin this sound just to let you hear a message from me I'm representin the South And know how we get down, know we gotta keep it gutter and street (Go on do it then!) <i>[Chamillionaire]</i> I got a white girl, I call her Shady/Aftermath Cause she love a rapper, see a nigga she gonna snatch him fast Fine and you can't say that she don't have an ass Plus her eyes green enough to even up and match my cash Hispanic college girl that love to dance right after class Pray the way she back that ass up her class she has to pass The others bad and black, take her to the bachelor pad Crib big yo, her man's crib is less than half of that <i>[Hook: Chamillionaire]</i> Call up the DJ's on your radio They'll say Chamillionaire got a crazy flow My radio station doesn't play it though Say he gotta make somethin for the ladies so <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Chamillionaire]</i> Relax boy, lax boy, revenge is the sound I've made it here, America gon' have to feel me now Hear that bass come rumblin, boys see me actin up Also see that fast pyoom pyoom when I pass him up Turn it up, tell the listeners to listen here Listenin here the sickest rapper in the Southern hempisphere Yeah, keep it gutter, suckers missin in the picture yeah We erased them from the game, commercial rappers disappear <i>[Hook]</i> <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Female]</i> Now they know the name that's running the game Them boyz down in Houston that got the streets on lock But just incase they slow and don't know Somebody tell em the name Chamillitary mayne Ha ha You got a problem? Then let it be known You got something you wanna get off your chest Give us a call, we're taking requests Gon do it then |
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from Chamillionaire - The Sound Of Revenge (2005)
Well Billy rapped all night about his suicide
Said he'd kick it in the head when he was 25 Speed jive, don't want to stay alive when you're 25 And Wendy's stealing clothes from Marks and Sparks And Freddie's got spots from ripping off the stars from his face Funky little boat race The television man is crazy Saying we're juvenile delinquent wrecks Oh man, I need TV when I got T.Rex? Oh brother, you guessed, I'm a dude now All the young dudes, carry the news Boogaloo dudes, carry the news All the young dudes, carry the news Boogaloo dudes, carry the news Billy's looking sweet 'cos he dresses like a queen But he can kick like a mule, it's a real mean team But we can love, oh yes, we can love And my father's back at home with his Beatles and his Stones He never got it off with that revolution stuff What a drag, too many snags Well I drunk a lot of wine and I'm feeling fine I gotta raise some cat to bed Oh man, is that concrete all around or is it in my head? Brother, I'm a dude now All the young dudes, carry the news Boogaloo dudes, carry the news All the young dudes, carry the news Boogaloo dudes, carry the news All the young dudes, carry the news Boogaloo dudes, carry the news All the young dudes, carry the news Boogaloo dudes, carry the news All the young dudes, carry the news Boogaloo dudes, carry the news |
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from 정수동, Chamillionaire - The Sound Of Revenge (2005)
Well Billy rapped all night about his suicide
Said he'd kick it in the head when he was 25 Speed jive, don't want to stay alive when you're 25 And Wendy's stealing clothes from Marks and Sparks And Freddie's got spots from ripping off the stars from his face Funky little boat race The television man is crazy Saying we're juvenile delinquent wrecks Oh man, I need TV when I got T.Rex? Oh brother, you guessed, I'm a dude now All the young dudes, carry the news Boogaloo dudes, carry the news All the young dudes, carry the news Boogaloo dudes, carry the news Billy's looking sweet 'cos he dresses like a queen But he can kick like a mule, it's a real mean team But we can love, oh yes, we can love And my father's back at home with his Beatles and his Stones He never got it off with that revolution stuff What a drag, too many snags Well I drunk a lot of wine and I'm feeling fine I gotta raise some cat to bed Oh man, is that concrete all around or is it in my head? Brother, I'm a dude now All the young dudes, carry the news Boogaloo dudes, carry the news All the young dudes, carry the news Boogaloo dudes, carry the news All the young dudes, carry the news Boogaloo dudes, carry the news All the young dudes, carry the news Boogaloo dudes, carry the news All the young dudes, carry the news Boogaloo dudes, carry the news |
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from Chamillionaire - The Sound Of Revenge (2005)
[Chorus]
They see me rollin They hatin Patrolling they tryin to catch me ridin dirty Tryin to catch me ridin dirty Tryin to catch me ridin dirty Tryin to catch me ridin dirty Tryin to catch me ridin dirty My music so loud I'm swangin They hopin that they gon catch me ridin dirty Tryin to catch me ridin dirty Tryin to catch me ridin dirty Tryin to catch me ridin dirty Tryin to catch me ridin dirty [Verse 1 - Chamillionaire] Police think they can see me lean I'm tint so it ain't easy to be seen When you see me ride by they can see the glean And my shine on the deck and the TV screen Ride with a nooche, she like hold up Next to the playstation controller is a full clip and my pistola Turn a jacker into a coma Girl you ain't know, I'm crazy like Krayzie Bone Just tryin to bone ain't tryin to have no babies Rock clean itself so I pull in ladies Laws of patrolling you know they hate me Music turned all the way up until the maximum I can speak for some niggas tryin to jack for some But we packin somethin that we have and um will have a nigga locked up in the maximum Security cell, I'm grippin oak Music loud and tippin slow Twist and twistin like hit this dough Pull up from behind and is in his throat Windows down gotta stop pollution CDs change niggas like who is that producing? This the Play-N-Skillz when we out and cruisin Got warrants in every city except Houston but I'm still ain't losin [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Krayzie Bone] I been drinkin and smokin holdin shit cause a brother can't focus I gotta get to home 'fore the po po's scope this big ol Excursion swerving all up in the curve man Nigga been sippin on that Hennessey and the gin again is in again we in the wind Doin a hundred while I come from the block And rollin another one up, we livin like we ain't givin a fuck I got a revolver in my right hand, 40 oz on my lap freezing my balls Roll a nigga tree, green leaves and all Comin up pretty deep, me and my do-jo I gotta get back to backstreets Wanted by the six pound and I got heat glock glock shots to the block we creep creep Pop Pop hope cops don't see me, on a low key With no regards for the law we dodge em like fuck em all But I won't get caught up and brought up on charges for none of y'all Keep a gun in car, and a blunt to spark, but well if you want, nigga you poppin dark Ready or not we bust shots off in the air Krayzie Bone and Chamillionaire [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Chamillionaire] Do what you thinkin so, I tried to let you go Turn up a blink of light and I swang it slower A nigga upset for sure cause they think they know that they catchin me with plenty of the drinkin drough So they get behind me tryin to check my tags, look at my rearview and they smilin Thinkin they'll catch me on the wrong well keep tryin Cause they denyin is racial profiling Houston, TX you can check my tags Pull me over try to check my slab Glove compartment gotta get my cash Cause the crooked cops try to come up fast And been a baller that I am I talk to them, giving a damn bout not feeling my attitude When they realize I ain't even ridin dirty bet you'll be leavin with an even madder mood I'mma laugh at you then I'mma have to cruise I'm in number two on some more DJ Screw You can't arrest me plus you can't sue This a message to the laws tellin them WE HATE YOU I can't be toss or tell em that they shoulda known Tippin down sittin crooked on my chrome Bookin my phone tryin to find a chick I wanna bone Like they couldn't stop me I'mma bout to pull up at your home and it's on [Chorus 2x] |
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from 정수동, Chamillionaire - The Sound Of Revenge (2005)
[Chorus] They see me rollin They hatin Patrolling they tryin to catch me ridin dirty Tryin to catch me ridin dirty Tryin to catch me ridin dirty Tryin to catch me ridin dirty Tryin to catch me ridin dirty My music so loud I'm swangin They hopin that they gon catch me ridin dirty Tryin to catch me ridin dirty Tryin to catch me ridin dirty Tryin to catch me ridin dirty Tryin to catch me ridin dirty [Verse 1 - Chamillionaire] Police think they can see me lean I'm tint so it ain't easy to be seen When you see me ride by they can see the glean And my shine on the deck and the TV screen Ride with a nooche, she like hold up Next to the playstation controller is a full clip and my pistola Turn a jacker into a coma Girl you ain't know, I'm crazy like Krayzie Bone Just tryin to bone ain't tryin to have no babies Rock clean itself so I pull in ladies Laws of patrolling you know they hate me Music turned all the way up until the maximum I can speak for some niggas tryin to jack for some But we packin somethin that we have and um will have a nigga locked up in the maximum Security cell, I'm grippin oak Music loud and tippin slow Twist and twistin like hit this dough Pull up from behind and is in his throat Windows down gotta stop pollution CDs change niggas like who is that producing? This the Play-N-Skillz when we out and cruisin Got warrants in every city except Houston but I'm still ain't losin [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Krayzie Bone] I been drinkin and smokin holdin shit cause a brother can't focus I gotta get to home 'fore the po po's scope this big ol Excursion swerving all up in the curve man Nigga been sippin on that Hennessey and the gin again is in again we in the wind Doin a hundred while I come from the block And rollin another one up, we livin like we ain't givin a fuck I got a revolver in my right hand, 40 oz on my lap freezing my balls Roll a nigga tree, green leaves and all Comin up pretty deep, me and my do-jo I gotta get back to backstreets Wanted by the six pound and I got heat glock glock shots to the block we creep creep Pop Pop hope cops don't see me, on a low key With no regards for the law we dodge em like fuck em all But I won't get caught up and brought up on charges for none of y'all Keep a gun in car, and a blunt to spark, but well if you want, nigga you poppin dark Ready or not we bust shots off in the air Krayzie Bone and Chamillionaire [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Chamillionaire] Do what you thinkin so, I tried to let you go Turn up a blink of light and I swang it slower A nigga upset for sure cause they think they know that they catchin me with plenty of the drinkin drough So they get behind me tryin to check my tags, look at my rearview and they smilin Thinkin they'll catch me on the wrong well keep tryin Cause they denyin is racial profiling Houston, TX you can check my tags Pull me over try to check my slab Glove compartment gotta get my cash Cause the crooked cops try to come up fast And been a baller that I am I talk to them, giving a damn bout not feeling my attitude When they realize I ain't even ridin dirty bet you'll be leavin with an even madder mood I'mma laugh at you then I'mma have to cruise I'm in number two on some more DJ Screw You can't arrest me plus you can't sue This a message to the laws tellin them WE HATE YOU I can't be toss or tell em that they shoulda known Tippin down sittin crooked on my chrome Bookin my phone tryin to find a chick I wanna bone Like they couldn't stop me I'mma bout to pull up at your home and it's on [Chorus 2x] |
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from Chamillionaire - Ultimate Victory (2007)
Rock Star Rock Star Rock On Rock Star Rock On It's Rock n Roll Rock On I got ladies that love my ladies Haters that hate my haters I'm a Chamillionaire but got billionaires for my neighbors Rock On I been havin paper I been havin stacks The crowd screamin loud in every city on the map Got the groupies goin crazy they don't know how to act I bring em backstage and tell em baby just relax Rock on they see the jewels is so sick l like flu spit and flu cough Take it off and you lost the tough talk get tooled off Keep the 4 iron near keep on thinkin that it's for golf Nickel Plate on your head silverware's food for thought Grammy winner the haters is like 'How could this happen On the red carpet so much they mistake me for Aladdin How I'm a rapper with revenue like a rock star If I'm near you can believe the black card is not far Teen Spirit ain't what they smellin they yellin Where that Nirvana The crowd is rockin n rollin them swishers full of marijuana They judgin me like your honor your daughter's here with her mama They tell me that I'm a charmer more freakier than Madonna Famous look right at me and said Know why i got my ligher up Cause like the throwback P Diddy alias I'ma Puff See how we rippin up tickets that police be writin us Do like Michael Jackson's complexion Mr and lighten up Ladies love it when your livin like a rock star I got em screamin loud as they be screamin comin out broads daily Ladies love it when your livin like a rock star She's sayin she's in love with me and she is probably your lady Like a rockstar Lady Like a rockstar Lady Ladies love it when your livin like a rock star Baby Catch me gettin into trouble like it's my job Baby When they listen to the cops come then I'ma Rock On I been havin paper I been havin stacks The crowd screamin loud in every city on the map Got the groupies goin crazy they don't know how to act I bring em backstage and tell em baby just relax Rock n Roll Fly Bitch behold I I am the shit Hear the commode cry Hear the guitar scream That Double R lean And if it's for me Then its foreign I mean my cars I mean my clothes I mean my hos I mean my flows You dress different round then me I'ma clean your nose Step into the line of fire hide the penal code Compared to big foot you just twinkle toes I get ya girlfriend wet like wrinkled clothes Rock star like money drugs freaky hos World tours walkthroughs and TV shows My hair's out Hey No Shirt Hey I stage dive Rock Rock I crowd surf Hey I'm a hot boy Hey I'm on my hot shit Rock Rock Reportin' to you live from the mosh pit Ladies love it when your livin like a rock star I got em screamin loud as they be screamin comin out broads daily Ladies love it when your livin like a rock star She's sayin she's in love with me and she is probably your lady Like a rockstar Lady Like a rockstar Lady Ladies love it when your livin like a rock star Baby Catch me gettin into trouble like it's my job Baby When they listen to the cops come then I'ma Rock On I'm so cool I'm so smooth I'm that dude I'm so fly Groupies tellin me like a spy the ground be tellin me that I'm fly The cloud see me and they cry just to get a glimpse of I Got Mother nature so jealous she knockin pigeons out the sky Can't help it i got em rockin they pelvic bones And losin clothes The higher my album sales get They love me that's right you nailed it They treatin me like I'm Elvis Naked pictures she mailed She licked on a stamp and melted So save your rap for the rookies cause there ain't no rappers here A show you do in a club is a show we do in the ampitheatre We packin stadiums ladies come in i'll introduce ya It's too packed to maneuver crowd look like LaLaPalooza We outshinin the losers know i ride with the Ruger You know I'ma producer weapon upside ya medulla Got no time to seduce a Super Head type of seducer Groupies tyrin to snake me but Koopa denyin' Medusas Ladies love it when your livin like a rock star I got em screamin loud as they be screamin comin out broads daily Ladies love it when your livin like a rock star She's sayin she's in love with me and she is probably your lady Like a rockstar Lady Like a rockstar Lady Ladies love it when your livin like a rock star Baby Catch me gettin into trouble like it's my job Baby When they listen to the cops come then I'ma Rock On Rock Rock Rock On Rock Rock Rock On rockin n rollin till the wheels fall off Know what I'm talkin bout Chamillitary Mayne Young Money We the new Red Hot Chili Peppers We on fire Sold out arenas Tearin up tour busses You Know how we get down HaHa Rock On Hol Up Hol Up Hol Up Tryna get the Ozzy Osborne paper mayne I'ma throw a pool party Me and the playboy bunnies gonna be swimmin in a pool of a paper like Scrooge McDuck HaHa Your Invited If You can swim Rock On |
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from Chamillionaire - Ultimate Victory (2007)
[Intro]
Rock Star! Rock Star! (Rock On) Rock Star! (Rock On) It's Rock n Roll! (Rock On!) I got ladies that love my ladies Haters that hate my haters I'm a Chamillionaire, but got billionaires for my neighbors (Rock On) [Hook] I been havin paper, I been havin stacks The crowd screamin loud in every city on the map Got the groupies goin crazy, they don't know how to act I bring em backstage and tell em baby just relax [Verse 1] Rock on, they see the jewels is so sick,l like flu spit and flu cough Take it off and you lost, the tough talk get tooled off Keep the 4 iron near, keep on thinkin that it's for golf Nickel Plate on your head, silverware's food for thought Grammy winner the haters is like 'How could this happen?' (how?) On the red carpet so much they mistake me for Aladdin (wow?) How I'm a rapper with revenue like a rock star? If I'm near you can believe the black card is not far 'Teen Spirit' ain't what they smellin, they yellin 'Where that Nirvana?' The crowd is rockin n rollin, them swishers full of marijuana They judgin me like your honor, your daughter's here with her mama They tell me that I'm a charmer, more freakier than Madonna Famous look right at me and said 'Know why i got my ligher up?' 'Cause like the throwback P. Diddy alias I'ma 'Puff' See how we rippin up tickets that police be writin us Do like Michael Jackson's complexion Mr. and lighten up [Chorus] Ladies love it when your livin like a rock star I got em screamin loud as they be screamin comin out broads daily Ladies love it when your livin like a rock star She's sayin she's in love with me and she is probably your lady Like a rockstar (Lady) Like a rockstar (Lady) Ladies love it when your livin like a rock star (Baby) Catch me gettin into trouble like it's my job (Baby) When they listen to the cops come then I'ma (Rock On!) [Hook] I been havin paper, I been havin stacks The crowd screamin loud in every city on the map Got the groupies goin crazy, they don't know how to act I bring em backstage and tell em baby just relax [Verse 2 (Lil' Wayne)] Rock n Roll Fly Bitch behold I I am the shit Hear the commode cry Hear the guitar scream That Double R lean And if it's for me Then its foreign I mean my cars, I mean my clothes I mean my hos, I mean my flows You dress different round then me I'ma clean your nose Step into the line of fire hide the penal code Compared to big foot, you just twinkle toes I get ya girlfriend wet like wrinkled clothes Rock star- like, money, drugs, freaky hos World tours, walkthroughs and T.V. shows My hair's out (Hey!) No Shirt (Hey!) I stage dive (Rock Rock!) I crowd surf (Hey!) I'm a hot boy I'm on my hot shit Reportin' to you live from the mosh pit [Chorus] Ladies love it when your livin like a rock star I got em screamin loud as they be screamin comin out broads daily Ladies love it when your livin like a rock star She's sayin she's in love with me and she is probably your lady Like a rockstar (Lady) Like a rockstar (Lady) Ladies love it when your livin like a rock star (Baby) Catch me gettin into trouble like it's my job (Baby) When they listen to the cops come then I'ma (Rock On!) [Verse 3] I'm so cool, I'm so smooth, I'm that dude, I'm so fly Groupies tellin me like a spy, the ground be tellin me that I'm fly The cloud see me and they cry just to get a glimpse of I Got Mother nature so jealous she knockin pigeons out the sky Can't help it, I got em rockin they pelvic-bones And losin clothes The higher my album sales get They love me, that's right you nailed it They treatin me like I'm Elvis Naked pictures she mailed She licked on a stamp and melted So save your rap for the rookies, 'cause there ain't no rappers here A show you do in a club is a show we do in the ampitheatre We packin stadiums, ladies come in I'll introduce ya It's too packed to maneuver, crowd look like LaLaPalooza We outshinin the losers, know I ride with the Ruger You know I'ma producer, weapon upside ya medulla Got no time to seduce a Super Head type of seducer Groupies tyrin to snake me, but Koopa denyin' Medusas [Chorus] Ladies love it when your livin like a rock star I got em screamin loud as they be screamin comin out broads daily Ladies love it when your livin like a rock star She's sayin she's in love with me and she is probably your lady Like a rockstar (Lady) Like a rockstar (Lady) Ladies love it when your livin like a rock star (Baby) Catch me gettin into trouble like it's my job (Baby) When they listen to the cops come then I'ma (Rock On!) [Outro] Rock Rock (Rock On!) Rock Rock (Rock On!) We gonna keep on rockin n rollin till the wheels fall off. Know what I'm talkin bout? Chamillitary Mayne! Young Money! We the new Red Hot Chili Peppers We on fire Sold out arenas Tearin up tour busses You Know how we get down. HaHa Rock On, Hol Up, Hol Up, Hol Up Tryna get the Ozzy Osborne paper mayne I'ma throw a pool party Me and the playboy bunnies gonna be swimmin in a pool of a paper like Scrooge McDuck. HaHa. Your Invited. If You can swim. Rock On |
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from Chamillionaire - Ultimate Victory (2007)
[Chorus]
The Rain Is Fallin' And The Weather Is Cold Don't Know Which Way To Go, But I Continue To Roll The Rainfall Is Really Taking A Toll On My Mind And My Body And On My Spirit And Soul The Rain's Fallin' But I'm Keeping A Hold On The Light Cuz I Know That I Could Spin Outta Control I Know Know, I Know Know, I Know This Is Gonna Be One Rocky Road [Verse 1] What part of the voyage is this? Friendship and business don't mix Wit anyone else its just business Wit friends I'm personally pissed Is this a curse or a gift? Guess i was blessed wit my wish Don't tell me that u feel my pain That I sayin' its best if we switch You take the fortune and fame And see if its what u expected Take the money and change And be careful where u invest it Just take the test and don't stress it You get stopped by a detective Tryna get in ya personal life The gotta do yo best to protect it The answer rests in a message When I go I'll go in a blaze But it wont be no captain savin' Cuz where I'm goin ya saved Tryna rain down on my parade Till that umbrella get raised They thinkin' that they can read me Then they ain't knowin' my page Tryin' to keep a smile on my face Even at times when I engage In business conversations Wit people I know are snakes If life is a piece of cake Part of the icing is venom Spent a lifetime tryin to bring me down But I jus ain't gonna let em Ya betta tell em [Chorus] The Rain Is Fallin' And The Weather Is Cold Don't Know Which Way To Go, But I Continue To Roll The Rainfall Is Really Taking A Toll On My Mind And My Body And On My Spirit And Soul The Rain's Fallin' But I'm Keeping A Hold On The Light Cuz I Know That I Could Spin Outta Control I Know Know, I Know Know, I Know This Is Gonna Be One Rocky Road [Verse 2] I'm back and forth and I'm pacing Bein more patient than patience Tryin to wait for the good news to show up But im unfortunately waitin' Gotta be group participation If its intercourse that we making I was unfortunately done And she was unfortunately fakin' Cuz the only sexual spark Is the spark he got for the dough They say till death do us part But that part is where she says no There are too many emotions Emotions like pins and needles Actin' like emotions are evil Like showin love is illegal I thought that it was a eagle But I've seen this vulture before He thinks this is where i stop 'Cause he sees that im walkin slow But no I think you should know That soon as I get where I go You'll remember the fact that I had a purpose fa'sho [Hook] I Hope You Know Where Your Going I hope You Know That Today On The Side Of The Road You Gon See A Whole Lotta Snakes When The Bad Weather Comes To Rain Down On Ya Parade Jus Raise Up Ya Umbrella And Try To Keep Goin Straight [Chorus] The Rain Is Fallin' And The Weather Is Cold Don't Know Which Way To Go, But I Continue To Roll The Rainfall Is Really Taking A Toll On My Mind And My Body And On My Spirit And Soul The Rain's Fallin' But I'm Keeping A Hold On The Light Cuz I Know That I Could Spin Outta Control I Know Know, I Know Know, I Know This Is Gonna Be One Rocky Road [Verse 3 - Devin Da Dude] This road has many curves Many bumps and potholes It can even take you thru a loop if u aint got yo Shit togetha unpredictable weather could leave ya Dehydrated frostbitten washed away or eitha Ran ova by heavy traffic watch where you roam Cuz its a challenge jus tryna make it home But still I walk I keep my pace I keep my stride Would hitchhike, but there's too much pride I must find a narrow path So I can walk and laugh out loud Cry and sing without bein judged by the crowd Maybe someday I could just fly away but for now I'll jus beat my feet and get there someway somehow And mile after mile after mile I'll smile Keepin my head up even though rain's pourin down And the road gets rough and the journey is long I might get tired but I must move on [Chorus] The Rain Is Falling And The Weather Is Cold Don't Know Which Way To Go, But I Continue To Roll The Rainfall Is Really Taking A Toll On My Mind And My Body And On My Spirit And Soul The Rain's Fallin' But I'm Keeping A Hold On The Light Cuz I Know That I Could Spin Outta Control I Know Know, I Know Know, I Know This Is Gonna Be One Rocky Road |
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from Chamillionaire - Ultimate Victory (2007)
Chorus The Rain Is Falling' And The Weather Is Cold Don't Know Which Way To Go But I Continue To Roll The Rainfall Is Really Taking A Toll On My Mind And My Body And On My Spirit And Soul The Rains Fallin' But I'm Keeping A Hold On The Light Cuz I Know That I Could Spin Outta Control I Know Know,I Know Know,I Know This Is Gonna Be One Rocky Road Verse 1 What part of the business is this? friendship and business don't mix wit anyone else its just business wit friends I'm personally pissed is this a curse or a gift guess i was blessed wit my wish don't tell me that u feel my pain that i sayin' its best if we switch u take the fortune and fame and see if its what u expected take the money and change and be careful where u invest it just take the test and don't stress it you get stopped buy detectives try to get into ya personal lives gotta do yo best to protect it answer the rest in a message when i go ill go in a blaze but it wont be no captain savin' cuz where im goin ya saved tryin' to rain down on my parade till that umbrella get raised they thinkin' that they can read me when they ain't knowin' my page tryin' to keep a smile on my face even at times when i engage in business conversations wit people i know r snakes if life is a piece of cake part of the icing is venom been a lifetime tryin to bring me down but i jus ain't gonna let em ya betta tell em Chorus The Rain Is Fallin And The Weather Is Cold Dont Know Which Way To Go But I Continue To Roll The Rainfall Is Really Taking A Toll On My Mind And My Body And On My Spirit And Soul The Rains Fallin But Im Keeping A Hold On The Light Cuz I Know That I Could Spin Outta Control I Know Know,I Know Know,I Know This Is Gonna Be One Rocky Road Verse 2 back and forth and im pacing bein more patient than patience tryin to wait for the good news to show up but im unfortunately waitin gotta be group participation if its in the course that we making i was unfortunately dumb she was unfortunately fakin cuz the only sexual spark is the spark he got for the gold they say till death do us part but that part is where she says no there are too many emotions emotions like pins and needles actin like emotions are evil like showin love is illegal i thought that it was a eagle but ive seen this volture before he thinks this is where i will stop cuz he sees that im walkin slow but no i think u should kno that soon as i get where i go u'll remember the fact that i had a purpose fa'sho Hook I Hope You Know Where Your Going I hope You Know That Today On The Side Of The Road You Gon See A Whole Lotta Snakes When The Bad Weather Comes To Rain Down On Ya Parade Jus Raise Up Ya Umbrella And Try To Keep Goin Straight Chorus The Rain Is Fallin And The Weather Is Cold Dont Know Which Way To Go But I Continue To Roll The Rainfall Is Really Taking A Toll On My Mind And My Body And On My Spirit And Soul The Rains Fallin But Im Keeping A Hold On The Light Cuz I Know That I Could Spin Outta Control I Know Know,I Know Know,I Know This Is Gonna Be One Rocky Road Verse 3 this road has many curves many bumps and potholes it can even take u thru a loop if u aint got yo shit togetha unpredictable weather could leave ya dehydrated frostbitten washed away or eitha ran ova by heavy traffic watch where you roam cuz its a challenge jus tryna make it home but still i walk i keep my pace i keep my stride ??????????? but theres too much pride i must find a narrow path so i can walk and laugh out loud cry and sing without bein judged by the crowd maybe someday i could jus fly away but for now ill jus beat my feet and get there someway somehow and mile after mile after mile ill smile keepin my head up even tho rains pourin down and the road gets ruff and the journey is long i mite get tired but i must move on Chorus The Rain Is Fallin And The Weather Is Cold Dont Know Which Way To Go But I Continue To Roll The Rainfall Is Really Taking A Toll On My Mind And My Body And On My Spirit And Soul The Rains Fallin But Im Keeping A Hold On The Light Cuz I Know That I Could Spin Outta Control I Know Know,I Know Know,I Know This Is Gonna Be One Rocky Road Chamillionaire Talking most of our heroes are locked up or deceased u can never rlly feel remorse untill someone restin in peace we measure the best by success and aint impressed by nuthin less only time we say we wanna change is when we aint got no change left only time we call on god is when theres nobody else to call keep stumblin ova the same roadblock that jus made ya fall we always gotta wait till somethin happen bfo we start reactin we at war with ourselves, how much longer we gon be attackin |
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from Chamillionaire - Ultimate Victory (2007)
(Hello?)
Hello wassup, who dis (Who dis?) Wad' do ya mean who dis? That's you spanky (No, there's no Spanky here This is, uh, Fo Foo Yung uh...) Man stop playing me I know voice man I know that you Spanky It's Chamillionaire boy (AH WasSup! I see you rollin'! Wassup dog, wassup We cool my dude Look, look I didn't mean to call you this time but I was gonna call you On my mama I just my sayin to momma and my granmma that I was gonna call you) You be Lyin man I called you for the past couple of weeks And you ain't picked up the phone not one time You ain't called me back. You dodging me Homie. What's up with that money you owe me? (Aww man Listen Hey Listen Bro Ya know Imma keep it real 100% real wit ya my dude I dropped my phone then I lost a piece of it Then and then I found it. It was in ..Ya know what I..I found my phone today And I told her I was gonna call you And plus was at my baby mama's house She be breakin me dog Ya know) Yeah whatch' you need to do is you need to break me off that money you owe me mayne I'm tired of playing games with you man You call me beggin me crying all on the phone Talkin bout you wanna borrow some money And dis the thanks I get? (Mayne... Imma pay you yo' money mayne Stop sweating me mayne I'm sweating mayne Get me s towel That's how you sweat me so hard Get a towel with some Gatorade I need some electrolytes or something mayne Get off me mayne Imma pay yo yo money You a millionaire anyway You don't even need it! What is you sweat me for I got fifteen dollars mayne You got..got a billion dollars) That's the principal mayne (And you sweat me for fifteen Come and collect my fifteen dollars So you gonna have a billion and fifteen dollars) That's impossibe Spanky You act like you doing me a favor By paying me back MY money mayne (Girl shut yo mouth) Mayne who was dat (I ain't gonna let nobody stop me imma mayne imma mayne Alright then. Alright then. Imma pay this sucka whenever I feel like it) Spanky who you calling sucka? (Shut yo mouth {woman in shouting in background..} I said...) Mayne I'm tired of you playing these games dogg (I said I'm gonna pay you back whenever I feel like it My man You hear me?) Mayne I'm overseas right now mayne Soon as I get off this plane (Don't be buggin' me mayne You bug me one more time Keep buggin me and I ain't gonna pay you nothing Zero, Zip, NaTa I don't know no more languages But you know anymore languages Say Zero and that's what you get Stop callin me mayne Imma protect yo momma) What? (Imma go to church wit her or somethin) |
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from Chamillionaire - Ultimate Victory (2007)
(Hello?)
Hello wassup, who dis (Who dis?) Wad' do ya mean who dis? That's you spanky (No, there's no Spanky here This is, uh, Fo Foo Yung uh...) Man stop playing me I know voice man I know that you Spanky It's Chamillionaire boy (AH WasSup! I see you rollin'! Wassup dog, wassup We cool my dude Look, look I didn't mean to call you this time but I was gonna call you On my mama I just my sayin to momma and my granmma that I was gonna call you) You be Lyin man I called you for the past couple of weeks And you ain't picked up the phone not one time You ain't called me back. You dodging me Homie. What's up with that money you owe me? (Aww man Listen Hey Listen Bro Ya know Imma keep it real 100% real wit ya my dude I dropped my phone then I lost a piece of it Then and then I found it. It was in ..Ya know what I..I found my phone today And I told her I was gonna call you And plus was at my baby mama's house She be breakin me dog Ya know) Yeah whatch' you need to do is you need to break me off that money you owe me mayne I'm tired of playing games with you man You call me beggin me crying all on the phone Talkin bout you wanna borrow some money And dis the thanks I get? (Mayne... Imma pay you yo' money mayne Stop sweating me mayne I'm sweating mayne Get me s towel That's how you sweat me so hard Get a towel with some Gatorade I need some electrolytes or something mayne Get off me mayne Imma pay yo yo money You a millionaire anyway You don't even need it! What is you sweat me for I got fifteen dollars mayne You got..got a billion dollars) That's the principal mayne (And you sweat me for fifteen Come and collect my fifteen dollars So you gonna have a billion and fifteen dollars) That's impossibe Spanky You act like you doing me a favor By paying me back MY money mayne (Girl shut yo mouth) Mayne who was dat (I ain't gonna let nobody stop me imma mayne imma mayne Alright then. Alright then. Imma pay this sucka whenever I feel like it) Spanky who you calling sucka? (Shut yo mouth {woman in shouting in background..} I said...) Mayne I'm tired of you playing these games dogg (I said I'm gonna pay you back whenever I feel like it My man You hear me?) Mayne I'm overseas right now mayne Soon as I get off this plane (Don't be buggin' me mayne You bug me one more time Keep buggin me and I ain't gonna pay you nothing Zero, Zip, NaTa I don't know no more languages But you know anymore languages Say Zero and that's what you get Stop callin me mayne Imma protect yo momma) What? (Imma go to church wit her or somethin) |
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from 2Pac - Pac's Life / Explicit Version (2006)
Don't go 2 sleep You can get your cash on nigga if you peak Other niggaz close there eyes seeing DREAMS in they sleep But don't fall 2 sleep don't fall 2 sleep You can get your cash on nigga Pictures of plenty Sippin my glass full of henny Hands on my semi Automatic kill for pennies Approach for contact Cause I'm live I multiply Soon as I open fire Niggaz die with open eyes Scared to take a nap It's a trap A long maze Dreaming of getting stacks Making scratch the wrong way What song says We murder mother fucker's daily Black out Blow the the track out My lyrics never fail me I inhale strong weed Then release the stress Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west Like Yay Yo Niggaz pull out When I say so Commence to poppin' Mother fuckers copy and fail Efficiently I release and flee The art of war living sucka free Get with me Don't go 2 sleep You can get your cash on nigga if you peak Other niggaz close there eyes seeing DREAMS in they sleep But don't fall 2 sleep Don't go 2 sleep You can get your cash on nigga if you peak Other niggaz close there eyes seeing DREAMS in they sleep But don't fall 2 sleep I'm starin' thru my rear view Doin' 'bout 90 The petal to the metal So I can see what's behind me Buckle up your seat belt eyes on the road They know we ridin' dirty gotta play it how it go They close down the projects the clubs been closed And then they wonder why niggaz breakin down o's I'm a run away slave Ya get it nigga off the chain I got that thug life shit runnin' thru my viens And now they scare They know that I been heaven sent And yeah we know the dope comin' from the president But look at us We ain't got shit to lose Feel like we ballin' if we got a new pair of tennis shoes In the ghetto or better yet home sweet home This is the land of the free But to me that's wrong I'm on my way to the white house strapped wit' my heat So don't fall asleep Come on niggaz Don't go to sleep You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep Other niggaz close they eyes Seein' dreams in they sleep But don't fall asleep Don't go to sleep You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep Other niggaz close they eyes Seein' dreams in they sleep But don't fall asleep They say that the moe they hate ya the moe that it motivate ya My mind set on grind my mental set on the paper 62 hours and countin' and I'm still awake And they slippin' me sleepin' pills wit' the will I break Broke nigga always tellin' ya how to make ya cash adjust So I just stop listenin' and now my cash is up Red dotted the media cause they always mad at us I don't see 'em tryin' to mediate when we get gats and bust They just instigate and as soon as the get the tape It's dropped from my nigga life just as soon as they get the case Personally I ain't trippin' on all this rappin' stuff I'm takin' back my money counter cause it wasn't fast enough yep I got a couple problems and none of 'em is money Just those that love me to pretend to love me and say they buddies Sometimes I want to maneuver with the ruger To live like Freddie Krueger these nightmares just ain't as buddy In meetings they always askin' what my passion is money talks so I always have words to answer this I can't relax cause its like I'm a fetti activist Might see me on tv never a mattress Don't go to sleep You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep Other niggaz close they eyes Seein' dreams in they sleep But don't fall asleep Don't go to sleep Don't go to sleep You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep Other niggaz close they eyes Seein' dreams in they sleep But don't fall asleep Sleep banger Don't go to sleep You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep Other niggaz close they eyes Seein' dreams in they sleep But don't fall asleep Don't go to sleep You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep Other niggaz close they eyes Seein' dreams in they sleep But don't fall asleep |
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from Chamillionaire - Hip Hop Police / Int'l 2Trk (2007)
<i>[Chorus]</i>
I get that paper, I do it major I'm stayin sucker-free and, I'm shakin haters (OHH!) I ain't really tryin to hurt nobody (say what?) I ain't really tryin to hurt nobody (say what?) I ain't really tryin to hurt nobody Is somebody gonna get hurt up in here? Probably <i>[Chamillionaire]</i> My money get jealous, I keep the dough in check The checks bounce, give me cash and give me mo' interest Rick Rock, now I get the dough goin west 20 thou' on the ground, what'chu wanna bet? If I lose I roll another bet to even up Keep lookin for the dough like I ain't seen enough Fully equipped the whip, that would be a plus Hop off the you-know-what and I'ma leave it up (Tell us what you leavin up) The dough on the Lambo' Don't try to be a Rambo or be an example Passport paper, ain't a place that I can't go Haters gettin sick 'bout to +Earl+, like Kimbo (ugh!) Go ahead man, smack yourself silly Rubberbands never fit when I package my scrilly Overseas but I'm still the man back in my city Ugh, put the cream on the acne like Diddy (what'chu mean?) Show you how to make 'em put the paper in your face Let the yellow bones know that it's time to skate Pillsbury dough sho' make a lot of cake Time to show all of these suckas how to paper chase The blueprint for the paper, just rewind it back Yeah our money cash cars, I be rhymin that Stay ballin on the base like a Diamondback While you in the crowd gettin mad because the concert packed <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Chamillionaire]</i> Two chicks talkin to me on the 3-way Breeze blowin in the hair of my breezy Woodgrain I'ma grab when you see me Oakland in my hand like it's eBay Both chicks beggin me to come to see A No time like I ran out of prepaid If you don't go and give this hotness to the DJ You'll need a Doctor and it ain't gonna be Dre Fans tryin to figure out and try to find who the last verse of the last hearse applied to I could tell you a lie and tell you it's not you But like B on the ScanTron - not true Cause y'all boys is costumes I brush 'em off like the canvas in an art room Bring it on boy, my victory's your doom Your plan was to 'Samity Sam me but it's gone BOOM! <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Chamillionaire]</i> Some people hate to see you spendin the new bucks You better not show your animosity to us Hit gon' have the three K's like Klu Klux So bring 'em to the barber that'll give 'em a crewcut Yup! That mean minus a couple Need to be findin your mind instead of findin some trouble Cause it's obvious you lost when we up out of the huddle Ready to blitz, yup - I seen you in outer space like a shuttle Ha ha; one mil', two mil', three, fo' mil' Stayin hungry like I missed the past fo' meals Half a mil' still tell a man "No deal" Ridin with the type of bananas you don't peel Yeah, the type of weapon that don't jam Like most of these rappers in this game that don't man Plus the homie ridin with me is no fan Don't bring the drama wit'chu if you ain't bringin no plan <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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from Chamillionaire - The Sound Of Revenge (2005)
<i>[Intro]</i>
Gun cocking, shots fired. <i>[Chamillionaire]</i> The sound of revenge, haha. Woo, tell em what it is mayne (tell em what it is). <i>[Pastor Troy]</i> Welcome to the New World Order. Atlanta, Georgia. <i>[Chamillionaire]</i> Houston, Texas, he already know. <i>[Pastor Troy]</i> The south is takin over. <i>[Chorus x2 - Chamillionaire]</i> Just look over your shoulder (shoulder) Let me see who just showed up (showed up) It's the southern takeover (its over) You betta tell em I got dreams to stand on top, try and stop (pop pop pop) <i>[Killer Mike]</i> It's the mister fo fifth told em Cookin coke with baking soda Dub roller, pro smoker Wood gripper, pistol whipper. Muck a nigga if he figure F**kin with my figures. Makes him richer, he should know. Instead, it'll make him better than a money f**kin with my money. Get yo money stacked right outta sunday school On a bright and sunny sunday. This ain't funny. I ain't jokin bout my coke and package come up shorter. Might kidnap yo wife and daughter. Bury them down deep in Georgia. No D.A.s a f**kin lawyer prosecutin witnesses. We excutin, start the shootin, start the lukin, Start the violence, start a riot. Get this motherfucker crunker, crunk as you can get it. Pass that dro, I'm a hit it. Outta line, we gon spit it, spit it vivid, cause i live it. You don't walk it, you just talk it. Pistol totin, and a loadin. That's how smokin got this dope And i aint hopin, steady slangin Right on yo trappa block. Take your track, set up shop. Try and stop (pop pop pop). <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Chamillionaire]</i> Hey hey, this ain't about an image. This ain't about a gimmick. P**sys stand to the side. Now the game got a menace. I damn seen a city that I think is not the realest. We bummin on his ass. He ain't finishin his sentence. I only got a minute. I feelin about a digit. You lookin at a nigga like I ain't about to get it. I'm lookin at the money like I ain't about to finish. You need to mind your business. If you ain't about your business. I'm a H-town soldier. I'm a come with the trunk up yeah I'm a gon remind ya. If you ain't gettin it you shoulda told ya father. Nigga chamillionaire never show no problems. You don't want no problem (problem). Get em g'ed shoulda let the fo fo remind em. Ya you tip on the ride em. I be ridin fo fos on the door beside em. 6' 6" tall lookin like he a center. 10 tatoos lookin like he a killa. Skinny ass niggas don't fight with a nigga. Pull out a billfold, put a price on a nigga. I have this camp fo put a knife in a nigga. From the car to his pocket then right in your liver. Was a big boy that put a slice in the middle. Ya head fast think you hold a mike with the killa. Don't mess with the south homie, thats a dream, Hallucinate or imagining so. Double XL with the gats I mean, Keep somethin ready to blow in the magazine. And you know that southern cash is mean. Franklins frown for me when I stash my cream. Pull up in candy paint that match my green. Killer, Pastor, and Koopa are the master machine. <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Pastor Troy]</i> Y'all know me, it's PT. Well I hunt and all of that, Black on black, with black tip. I can't help but represent. I'm not content, I want more. Who the f**k you take me for? Studio rappers not the fortay. I drop my top and bust my AK. No mo play, nigga NGA. Yeah, that's a classic. Ridin in the classic. Tote a mill, and I blast em. Send em to the casket. Send em to the morgue. Slap me a nigga cause i'm motherf**kin bored. Chamillionaire, I camoflouge in my surrounding. Get my desert E's and get to motherf**kin poundin. Up and down the streets, Throwin heat, out the driver's seat, Ridin to the beat, Tell them nigga just lay weak. <i>[Chorus x2]</i> |
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from 정수동, Chamillionaire - The Sound Of Revenge (2005)
<i>[Intro]</i>
Gun cocking, shots fired. <i>[Chamillionaire]</i> The sound of revenge, haha. Woo, tell em what it is mayne (tell em what it is). <i>[Pastor Troy]</i> Welcome to the New World Order. Atlanta, Georgia. <i>[Chamillionaire]</i> Houston, Texas, he already know. <i>[Pastor Troy]</i> The south is takin over. <i>[Chorus x2 - Chamillionaire]</i> Just look over your shoulder (shoulder) Let me see who just showed up (showed up) It's the southern takeover (its over) You betta tell em I got dreams to stand on top, try and stop (pop pop pop) <i>[Killer Mike]</i> It's the mister fo fifth told em Cookin coke with baking soda Dub roller, pro smoker Wood gripper, pistol whipper. Muck a nigga if he figure F**kin with my figures. Makes him richer, he should know. Instead, it'll make him better than a money f**kin with my money. Get yo money stacked right outta sunday school On a bright and sunny sunday. This ain't funny. I ain't jokin bout my coke and package come up shorter. Might kidnap yo wife and daughter. Bury them down deep in Georgia. No D.A.s a f**kin lawyer prosecutin witnesses. We excutin, start the shootin, start the lukin, Start the violence, start a riot. Get this motherfucker crunker, crunk as you can get it. Pass that dro, I'm a hit it. Outta line, we gon spit it, spit it vivid, cause i live it. You don't walk it, you just talk it. Pistol totin, and a loadin. That's how smokin got this dope And i aint hopin, steady slangin Right on yo trappa block. Take your track, set up shop. Try and stop (pop pop pop). <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Chamillionaire]</i> Hey hey, this ain't about an image. This ain't about a gimmick. P**sys stand to the side. Now the game got a menace. I damn seen a city that I think is not the realest. We bummin on his ass. He ain't finishin his sentence. I only got a minute. I feelin about a digit. You lookin at a nigga like I ain't about to get it. I'm lookin at the money like I ain't about to finish. You need to mind your business. If you ain't about your business. I'm a H-town soldier. I'm a come with the trunk up yeah I'm a gon remind ya. If you ain't gettin it you shoulda told ya father. Nigga chamillionaire never show no problems. You don't want no problem (problem). Get em g'ed shoulda let the fo fo remind em. Ya you tip on the ride em. I be ridin fo fos on the door beside em. 6' 6" tall lookin like he a center. 10 tatoos lookin like he a killa. Skinny ass niggas don't fight with a nigga. Pull out a billfold, put a price on a nigga. I have this camp fo put a knife in a nigga. From the car to his pocket then right in your liver. Was a big boy that put a slice in the middle. Ya head fast think you hold a mike with the killa. Don't mess with the south homie, thats a dream, Hallucinate or imagining so. Double XL with the gats I mean, Keep somethin ready to blow in the magazine. And you know that southern cash is mean. Franklins frown for me when I stash my cream. Pull up in candy paint that match my green. Killer, Pastor, and Koopa are the master machine. <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Pastor Troy]</i> Y'all know me, it's PT. Well I hunt and all of that, Black on black, with black tip. I can't help but represent. I'm not content, I want more. Who the f**k you take me for? Studio rappers not the fortay. I drop my top and bust my AK. No mo play, nigga NGA. Yeah, that's a classic. Ridin in the classic. Tote a mill, and I blast em. Send em to the casket. Send em to the morgue. Slap me a nigga cause i'm motherf**kin bored. Chamillionaire, I camoflouge in my surrounding. Get my desert E's and get to motherf**kin poundin. Up and down the streets, Throwin heat, out the driver's seat, Ridin to the beat, Tell them nigga just lay weak. <i>[Chorus x2]</i> |
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from Chamillionaire - Ultimate Victory (2007)
[Talking:] What's up man, Since you got a grammy and everything, You done changed, You ain- You can't even call me back, You won't even call me back bro, I called you 75 times yesterday dawg, They cut my phone off, 'cause I was callin' you [Intro:] Now that I've got dough in my pockets, And a whole lot of profits, (owww!) Seems like everybody loves me It feels great, Seems like everybody loves me, A round of applause for the cause, Thank you, thank you, Ch-chyea [Verse 1:] Used to treat me like the bad guy from Houston, In the media, it was like Darth Vader, People turnin' like turntables, Stay crossin' over like crossfaders, Try to switch up teams, like ball playas, So our enemies are like our neighbors, Keep 'em close, yeah very close, Most of my folks are still on papers, You can work, or you can have the work, But we makin' more than all of y'all wages, Motivation, makes hustlas make ya, So we successful because y'all made us, Used to not, give a flyin' eff, When they greated us with that one finga, Whole world jumped on the tip, And we hit the switch and sat on swangaz, In the hood they say y'all famous, Grindin' hard, so we can ball later, They be like damn, that boy made it, If they say I didn't, that's wrong data, First the braud, would try to say I'm fraud, See me pull that waud, and that braud changes, Callin' me, she wanna be on the team, And now she's mad because I'm ignorin' pagers, Boys thinkin' that they can serve me, Y'all actin' like y'all waiters, Same ones who used to walk pass me, We was underground, but now we on majors, Keep speakin', beggin' for a beat, And I'll tell the streets to give that boy a favor, Turn 'em purple blue and red, all flavors I got a message for all haters [Chorus:] Headed to the top, And there ain't no way to stop it, And I sho ain't forgot, When everybody used to judge me, Now that I got dough in my pockets, And a whole lot of profits, Seems like everybody loves me, I know you like my style, I know you like my style, I know you love the way I put it down, I made it through the hard times, When you see my shinin', Give me your standing ovation [Verse 2:] I was bouncin' back like ping-pong, Ridin' became the new theme song, Beatin' on my chest like I'm King Kong, When I broke the record for the ring tones, You ever seen a platinum plaque, That look like that, Then you seen wrong, Better sit back and relax, Because my platinum reign is gonna sing long, And I don't blame boys for hatin', Because they wasn't patient, And they didn't know the plan, I knew that something had them shakin, It was gonna bubble like a Coka Cola can, And I shook it up like a soda can, My wallet is over flowin' man, Now my potential is unlimited, Like the minutes on my Motorola plan, Accountants and lawyers, I got big business, managers, Chamillitary is an interprise, Is you ready to ride? Is you a fan or what? Sound scannin' in Africa, Sound scannin' in Canada, We don't play, yeah VMAs, It can't get any better, can it huh? (can it huh) And I know it's hard to stay humble, They really thought I threw a fumble, I could of caught that through the trees, While runnin' right into the jungle, Could of been little Mugsy Bee, Turn her back into Mutumble, Would of still been a victory for me, You win, then they'll say they love you [Hook:] I know you like my style, I know you like my style, I know you love the way I put it down, I made it through the hard times, When you see me shinin', Give me your standing ovation [Verse 3:] Let's give a cheers, (give 'em cheers!) To everyone who thought I'd disappear, Thought that every word I said, Was a subliminal shot to disappear, Now I'm in a different gear, No beef, no hate, no dissin' here, You must of been drunk to doubt me, You obviously didn't miss a beer, I used to argue about everything, With folks that just didn't hear, Realized, that I was wastin' words, Like whisperin' in a missin' ear, I say it good and real, They tellin' me it isn't clear, My two eyes just didn't tear, 'Cause weakness is what I didn't feel, (yeah!) It's a better result than last time, But this grind, it's a different year, I really should be commended, For what I've accomplished, Give a cheer [Talking:] Naw matter fact, I take that back, (wonderful!) Hold your applause for the sequel, We haven't got to the part where they try to cheat you, (wicked!) Aha (woo!) (Chamillitary!) (you're a genius, you're a genius!) [Chorus:] Headed to the top, And there ain't no way to stop it, And I sho ain't forgot, When everybody used to judge me, Now that I got dough in my pockets, And a whole lot of profits, Seems like everybody loves me, I know you like my style, I know you like my style, I know you love the way I put it down, I made it through the hard times, When you see my shinin', Give me your standing ovation [Outro:] (wonderful!) (wicked!) (woo!) (Chamillitary!) (you're a genius, you're a genius!) |
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from Chamillionaire - Ultimate Victory (2007)
[Talking:]
What's up man, Since you got a grammy and everything, You done changed, You ain- You can't even call me back, You won't even call me back bro, I called you 75 times yesterday dawg, They cut my phone off, 'cause I was callin' you [Intro:] Now that I've got dough in my pockets, And a whole lot of profits, (owww!) Seems like everybody loves me It feels great, Seems like everybody loves me, A round of applause for the cause, Thank you, thank you, Ch-chyea [Verse 1:] Used to treat me like the bad guy from Houston, In the media, it was like Darth Vader, People turnin' like turntables, Stay crossin' over like crossfaders, Try to switch up teams, like ball playas, So our enemies are like our neighbors, Keep 'em close, yeah very close, Most of my folks are still on papers, You can work, or you can have the work, But we makin' more than all of y'all wages, Motivation, makes hustlas make ya, So we successful because y'all made us, Used to not, give a flyin' eff, When they greated us with that one finga, Whole world jumped on the tip, And we hit the switch and sat on swangaz, In the hood they say y'all famous, Grindin' hard, so we can ball later, They be like damn, that boy made it, If they say I didn't, that's wrong data, First the braud, would try to say I'm fraud, See me pull that waud, and that braud changes, Callin' me, she wanna be on the team, And now she's mad because I'm ignorin' pagers, Boys thinkin' that they can serve me, Y'all actin' like y'all waiters, Same ones who used to walk pass me, We was underground, but now we on majors, Keep speakin', beggin' for a beat, And I'll tell the streets to give that boy a favor, Turn 'em purple blue and red, all flavors I got a message for all haters [Chorus:] Headed to the top, And there ain't no way to stop it, And I sho ain't forgot, When everybody used to judge me, Now that I got dough in my pockets, And a whole lot of profits, Seems like everybody loves me, I know you like my style, I know you like my style, I know you love the way I put it down, I made it through the hard times, When you see my shinin', Give me your standing ovation [Verse 2:] I was bouncin' back like ping-pong, Ridin' became the new theme song, Beatin' on my chest like I'm King Kong, When I broke the record for the ring tones, You ever seen a platinum plaque, That look like that, Then you seen wrong, Better sit back and relax, Because my platinum reign is gonna sing long, And I don't blame boys for hatin', Because they wasn't patient, And they didn't know the plan, I knew that something had them shakin, It was gonna bubble like a Coka Cola can, And I shook it up like a soda can, My wallet is over flowin' man, Now my potential is unlimited, Like the minutes on my Motorola plan, Accountants and lawyers, I got big business, managers, Chamillitary is an interprise, Is you ready to ride? Is you a fan or what? Sound scannin' in Africa, Sound scannin' in Canada, We don't play, yeah VMAs, It can't get any better, can it huh? (can it huh) And I know it's hard to stay humble, They really thought I threw a fumble, I could of caught that through the trees, While runnin' right into the jungle, Could of been little Mugsy Bee, Turn her back into Mutumble, Would of still been a victory for me, You win, then they'll say they love you [Hook:] I know you like my style, I know you like my style, I know you love the way I put it down, I made it through the hard times, When you see me shinin', Give me your standing ovation [Verse 3:] Let's give a cheers, (give 'em cheers!) To everyone who thought I'd disappear, Thought that every word I said, Was a subliminal shot to disappear, Now I'm in a different gear, No beef, no hate, no dissin' here, You must of been drunk to doubt me, You obviously didn't miss a beer, I used to argue about everything, With folks that just didn't hear, Realized, that I was wastin' words, Like whisperin' in a missin' ear, I say it good and real, They tellin' me it isn't clear, My two eyes just didn't tear, 'Cause weakness is what I didn't feel, (yeah!) It's a better result than last time, But this grind, it's a different year, I really should be commended, For what I've accomplished, Give a cheer [Talking:] Naw matter fact, I take that back, (wonderful!) Hold your applause for the sequel, We haven't got to the part where they try to cheat you, (wicked!) Aha (woo!) (Chamillitary!) (you're a genius, you're a genius!) [Chorus:] Headed to the top, And there ain't no way to stop it, And I sho ain't forgot, When everybody used to judge me, Now that I got dough in my pockets, And a whole lot of profits, Seems like everybody loves me, I know you like my style, I know you like my style, I know you love the way I put it down, I made it through the hard times, When you see my shinin', Give me your standing ovation [Outro:] (wonderful!) (wicked!) (woo!) (Chamillitary!) (you're a genius, you're a genius!) |
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from Chamillionaire - Ultimate Victory (2007)
I got a degree ( Yeah ) But my felony wont let me get a job (That's what i'm talking) Life is so hard (Pretty hard baby) And just today somebody stole my car and bus don't run my way (It's messed up man whatcha gonna do?) I think i'll walk the street today It seems like i'm stuck in the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto (Feel that baby) Sometimes it seems like i'm stuck in the ghetto But I've got love for ghetto, ghetto (That's real baby) When I go to my friends Now they opened arms they greet 'n' let me in 'What's up Tony baby? Let's go do something, let's go drink something, huh? And every day we just dream and ?? and drink out lots of way (Try to get behind this walls baby) I think I flied the sky today It seems like i'm stuck (stuck baby) in the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto Sometimes it seems (It's real Tony) like i'm stuck in the ghetto (It's all good mayne) But I've got love for ghetto, ghetto (Yeah we gonna be all good babe) |
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from Frankie J - Priceless (2007)
[Intro - Mannie Fresh (Chamillionaire)]
Ladies and gentlemen (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) The most beautiful girl in the world pagan (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) Brought to you by (Yeah) (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) Frankie J (Yeah) (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) (Chamillionaire) and Mannie F-f-f-f-fresh (Hold up, let`s go) [Chamillionaire] My swagger`s like a dagger I want it, I can have her I pop off and I grab her like abracadabra Body`s picture perfect like she`s shaking it for my camera She introduce Frankie while he moving forward and catch her [Frankie J] Everybody knows when I step in the club (club) Girls see me and they wanna show me love (love) I got my chain on, with my shades on Rocking designer shoes and a sold a million So many girls, but there`s one that caught my eye (eye) Pretty lady so fine she blew my mind Oh why `Cause she`s the one for me [Chorus - Frankie J, Mannie Fresh] I`ve been around the world And seen so many girls But none can compare `Cause I can`t keep my eyes of that girl She got a bill and a face like a supermodel And a body built just like a coke bottle But none can compare `Cause I can`t keep my eyes of that girl Shake it [6X] Snap Shake it [5X] bring it back But none can compare `Cause I can`t keep my eyes of that girl [Frankie J:] I think she knows that I try to get at her Imma go ahead and try to put in words What`s your name, what`s your number, can I hit you up? If you digging what I`m saying Let me know what`s up So baby let me know if I can take you home (take you home) I just wanna be somewhere where we`re alone, alone `Cause you`re the one for me [Chorus - Frankie J, Mannie Fresh:] I`ve been around the world (around the world) And seen so many girls (so many girls) But none can compare `Cause I can`t keep my eyes of that girl She got a bill and a face like a supermodel And a body built just like a coke bottle But none can compare `Cause I can`t keep my eyes of that girl (none can compare, she`s that girl) Shake it [6X] Snap Shake it [5X] bring it back But none can compare `Cause I can`t keep my eyes of that girl [Mannie Fresh says "Snap" in background] Welcome to Miami I`ve seen so many mammies Of these girls I`ve seen But none compare to you baby I`ve been around the world and back And never seen a girl like that Now it`s clear to me that you`re that girl for me [Chamillionaire:] And then she looks at me And then she says "if I ever had breakfast in bed" Then I say "I`d rather have breakfast in Brazil in Stan" Then she says "Stop playing, why you`re messing with my hair?" Then I say "I`m not playing, I got a jet and we can check it" So how you`re tryna find any chance of battery Keep gone, she know she`ll be sweating, loosing calories You can be the best "B" I bet you couldn`t handle me With money on the bed and I can prove it on my salary [Chorus - Frankie J, Mannie Fresh:] She got a bill and a face like a supermodel And a body built just like a coke bottle But none can compare `Cause I can`t keep my eyes of that girl Shake it [6X] Snap Come on, come on, come on, come on baby Shake it [5X] bring it back Come on, come on, come on, come on you`re so sexy But none can compare `Cause I can`t keep my eyes of that girl Shake it [6X] Snap The way your body moves Shake it [5X] bring it back I love your sexy attitude But none can compare `Cause I can`t keep my eyes of that girl [Scratch] That girl [Scratch] That girl Shorty you`re some exiting to look at |
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from Chamillionaire - Ultimate Victory (2007)
[Intro] Play N Skills [Chorus] Now your introuble here comes the bill colleta Now your introuble here comes the bill colleta When I pick up my phone you’ll already kno its bout to go down if ya ain’t got my papper Hang up my phone you’ll already kno its bout to go down if ya ain’t got my papper [VerseChamillionaire] Man you know that you had them warrants you kept ignorin you don’t want em You said that is was annoying like pay em wasn’t important Your tv still in the pawn you tell them its in the storage When the police pull you over you be givn a oscar performance A ticket u can’t afford it but expire plates on ur Taurus Ur baby’s momma stay trippn cause none of them kids are supported You mest up every appointment that’s why u ain’t got employment And spider webs in ur wallet ur pockets look like they haunted Always wanted to be famous well u gone get wat u wanted Americas most wanted they bout to see u up on it You normally move like tourist but you get in car and u floor it but u can’t even escape cause the repot man got u ya cornerd [Chorus] Now your introuble here comes the bill colleta Now your introuble here comes the bill colleta When I pick up my phone you’ll already kno its bout to go down if ya ain’t got my papper Hang up my phone you’ll already kno its bout to go down if ya ain’t got my papper [Hook] Better pick up ur phone Better pick up ur phone Seem like everytime I call I you just I get a dial tone Pick on ur phone Better pick on ur phone Seem like everytime I call you I just get a dial tone [VerseChamillionaire] Checkn checkn you checkn checkn you ain’t got a profit And you try to hide till the repot man come and shake up them pockets Im talkn to u cause ur rent is due and u ain’t try to drop it Till the lights is turned off in ur crib just like lamps ain’t got no sockets They coming at you and you gottn u try to say u ain’t got it You haven’t paid a payment or part of it half of piece of the deposit So I suggested the best of u use some reason to logic Or the bill collecta is comin comin to see u about it got it [Chorus] Now your introuble here comes the bill colleta Now your introuble here comes the bill colleta When I pick up my phone you’ll already kno its bout to go down if ya ain’t got my papper Hang up my phone you’ll already kno its bout to go down if ya ain’t got my papper |
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from Chamillionaire - Ultimate Victory (2007)
[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
Now you're in trouble Here comes the bill collecta Now-now you're in trouble Here comes the bill collecta [Krayzie] When I hang up my phone ya already know it's about to go down if you ain't got my paper When I hang up my phone ya already know it's about to go down if you ain't got my paper [Chamillionaire] Man... You knew that you had those warrants You kept ignoring those warnings You said that it was annoying Like makin them payments wasn't important Yo' TV in the pawn but you tell people it's in the storage and When the police pull you over you be givin' an oscar performance A ticket you can't afford it With Expired plates on your taurus Your baby momma stay trippin cause none of them kids is supported You messed up every appointment Thats why you ain't got employment With spiderwebs in your wallet your pockets look like they haunted You always wanted to be famous, well you gonna get what you wanted America's Most Wanted, they 'bout to see ya up on it You normally move like a tortuise, but you get in your car and your floor it but you can't even escape cause the repo man got you cornered [Chorus] [Bridge: Chamillionaire] Better pick up your phone, better pick up your phone Seems like every time I call you I just get a dial tone Better pick up your phone, better pick up your phone Seems like every time I call you I just get a dial tone [Chamillionaire] Betta check the check the checker you checking. you ain't gotta profit and you try to hide until the repo man come and shake up dem pockets I'm talkin to you cause your rent is due and you ain't tryna drop it Til the lights turned off in your crib like lamps that ain't got no sockets They comin' to get what you got and you tryin to say you ain't got it you ain't paid a payment, a part of it, half a peice or deposit So I suggest that its best that you use some reason or logic Or the bill collect is comin' to come and see ya about it got it? [Chorus] [Krayzie] Yall just betta have my dough because I'm comin around the corner hundred miles and gunnin Finna ride by dumpin' If anybody owe me somethin', then I strongly suggest you run it Yall better respect the bill collecta or you'll get chin checked like the rest of 'em never did joke when it come to the decimal when it come to gettin dough I'm a professional (fresh ya know) in it to win it i get to bombin in a minute any and every thing over three digits these suckas they really think krayzie be slippin' but I'm here to tell em I den already bent em Money is a mission gotta have that dolla bill yall fell its really enough to kill yall I might fall but I get right back up and still ball stil raw still get down with the buck bang So give me all my change bust brains, cause I gotta maintain got just enough game to get me paid just enough aim to leave you laid out on the pavement down on the game believe me you'll pay cause I got three hundred and fifty seven reasons [Chorus] |
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from Chamillionaire - Ultimate Victory (2007)
[CHORUS] Gas prices raises, the money keeps burning, Dropout rate rising, so what are they learning?, Sending the troops in the war so I turn in, To today's evening news. [VERSE 1] Welcome to the evening news, I thank you all for tuning in, Yes, I'm your host and your journalist, here Chamillionaire, so let the news begin, Our helicopters out in the streets look at the screen, an' let's zoom it in, 'cause Cashis is live at the scene, hey Cashis how are you my friend?, Got no time for no interviews (go-got no time for no interviews), No time to trip we don't get confused, cause this type of news opinion and views Got no time for no interviews (go-got no time for no interviews), You know I keep my ear to the streets so it's up to me to bring you the truth, I saw a movie where George Bush had a bearded man on his squad, So much power from oil money that poor folks can't sit by him, No problem, Osama, Bin Laden, Been hidin', So long that them pictures all starting to look like him on them milk cartons, Don Imus made comments that made everybody forget about him, That's him, Anna Nicole got pregant and had kids by him, Rest in peace Virgina Tech, too many innocent kids dyin', Well let's just blame hip-hop and act like that's the big problem, [HOOK] Now I would give you news about Katrina, but you know I can't talk about Katrina, 'Cause everytime I talk about Katrina, they look at me like it's a misdemeanor, Anyways, there's way more important stuff that we can discuss, George Bush is playing golf, everybody hush, he's about to putt. [CHORUS] Gas prices raises, the money keeps burning, Dropout rate rising, so what are they learning?, Sending the troops in the war so I turn in, To today's evening news. And the world keeps turning slow (turning slow, turning slow) As the world keeps turning slow (turning slow, turning slow) As the world keeps on turning slow (turning slow, turning slow) This is your evening news. [VERSE 2] I know you take offense to certain words, I've heard worse, but I wouldn't blame ya', They say he's a entertainer, don't worry about it, nevermind Kramer, The Crocodile Hunter got stung, and the lion turned on the lion tamer, We keep sending troops to Iraq, I figured that we must like danger, Little kids don't learn in school they go to school to go spray a gun, If you a parent, then be a parent, get off the couch and go raise your son, Kobe just broke another record, today's game he hit 81, Now they saying he's number 1, but yesterday they all hated him, OJ was named innocent, he got no sentence, he's still alive, It's very ironic that the lawyer that defended him had to die, Well, now my cue card says the price of gas isn't really high, But I'm not going to read that, 'cause we all know that that's a lie. [CHORUS] Gas prices raises, the money keeps burning, Dropout rate rising, so what are they learning?, Sending the troops in the war so I turn in, To today's evening news. And the world keeps turning slow (turning slow, turning slow) As the world keeps turning slow (turning slow, turning slow) As the world keeps on turning slow (turning slow, turning slow) This is your evening news. [VERSE 3] We still haven't found Pac's killer, still haven't found Biggie's either, 30 minutes into the case they got tired and took a breather, Snoop Dogg just got arrested, everyday he get a new subpoena, Innocent when murder was the case so the prosecution got a middle finger, Hip-Hop is sweeping the nation, but the contents seem so degrading, Most rappers got new albums that white kids are anticipating, If you don't like it on the radio or the television then switch the station, Flavor Flav get a lot of ratings, Bill O'Reilly somewhere is hating, Kanye just said WHAT? the president ain't got time for that, The White House is going to stay white even tho' we know Obama's black, 9/11 was a calculation, and some would say it was a timed attack, He gave a speech on CNN, "They bombed us, now we're bombing back", Where the heck is Osama at? [HOOK] And I would love to talk about Katrina, but everytime I talk about Katrina, they look at me like it's a misdemeanor Anyways, there's way more important stuff that we can discuss N'Sync, Makin da band and Milli Vanilli had broken up, [CHORUS] Gas prices raises, the money keeps burning, Dropout rate rising, so what are they learning?, Sending the troops in the war so I turn in, To today's evening news. And the world keeps turning slow (turning slow, turning slow) As the world keeps turning slow (turning slow, turning slow) As the world keeps on turning slow (turning slow, turning slow) This is your evening news. |
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from Chamillionaire - Ultimate Victory (2007)
[CHORUS]
Gas prices raises, the money keeps burning, Dropout rate rising, so what are they learning?, Sending the troops in the war so I turn in, To today's evening news. [VERSE 1] Welcome to the evening news, I thank you all for tuning in, Yes, I'm your host and your journalist, here Chamillionaire, so let the news begin, Our helicopters out in the streets look at the screen, an' let's zoom it in, 'cause Cashis is live at the scene, hey Cashis how are you my friend?, Got no time for no interviews (go-got no time for no interviews), No time to trip we don't get confused, cause this type of news opinion and views Got no time for no interviews (go-got no time for no interviews), You know I keep my ear to the streets so it's up to me to bring you the truth, I saw a movie where George Bush had a bearded man on his squad, So much power from oil money that poor folks can't sit by him, No problem, Osama, Bin Laden, Been hidin', So long that them pictures all starting to look like him on them milk cartons, Don Imus made comments that made everybody forget about him, That's him, Anna Nicole got pregant and had kids by him, Rest in peace Virgina Tech, too many innocent kids dyin', Well let's just blame hip-hop and act like that's the big problem, [HOOK] Now I would give you news about Katrina, but you know I can't talk about Katrina, 'Cause everytime I talk about Katrina, they look at me like it's a misdemeanor, Anyways, there's way more important stuff that we can discuss, George Bush is playing golf, everybody hush, he's about to putt. [CHORUS] Gas prices raises, the money keeps burning, Dropout rate rising, so what are they learning?, Sending the troops in the war so I turn in, To today's evening news. And the world keeps turning slow (turning slow, turning slow) As the world keeps turning slow (turning slow, turning slow) As the world keeps on turning slow (turning slow, turning slow) This is your evening news. [VERSE 2] I know you take offense to certain words, I've heard worse, but I wouldn't blame ya', They say he's a entertainer, don't worry about it, nevermind Kramer, The Crocodile Hunter got stung, and the lion turned on the lion tamer, We keep sending troops to Iraq, I figured that we must like danger, Little kids don't learn in school they go to school to go spray a gun, If you a parent, then be a parent, get off the couch and go raise your son, Kobe just broke another record, today's game he hit 81, Now they saying he's number 1, but yesterday they all hated him, OJ was named innocent, he got no sentence, he's still alive, It's very ironic that the lawyer that defended him had to die, Well, now my cue card says the price of gas isn't really high, But I'm not going to read that, 'cause we all know that that's a lie. [CHORUS] Gas prices raises, the money keeps burning, Dropout rate rising, so what are they learning?, Sending the troops in the war so I turn in, To today's evening news. And the world keeps turning slow (turning slow, turning slow) As the world keeps turning slow (turning slow, turning slow) As the world keeps on turning slow (turning slow, turning slow) This is your evening news. [VERSE 3] We still haven't found Pac's killer, still haven't found Biggie's either, 30 minutes into the case they got tired and took a breather, Snoop Dogg just got arrested, everyday he get a new subpoena, Innocent when murder was the case so the prosecution got a middle finger, Hip-Hop is sweeping the nation, but the contents seem so degrading, Most rappers got new albums that white kids are anticipating, If you don't like it on the radio or the television then switch the station, Flavor Flav get a lot of ratings, Bill O'Reilly somewhere is hating, Kanye just said WHAT? the president ain't got time for that, The White House is going to stay white even tho' we know Obama's black, 9/11 was a calculation, and some would say it was a timed attack, He gave a speech on CNN, "They bombed us, now we're bombing back", Where the heck is Osama at? [HOOK] And I would love to talk about Katrina, but everytime I talk about Katrina, they look at me like it's a misdemeanor Anyways, there's way more important stuff that we can discuss N'Sync, Makin da band and Milli Vanilli had broken up, [CHORUS] Gas prices raises, the money keeps burning, Dropout rate rising, so what are they learning?, Sending the troops in the war so I turn in, To today's evening news. And the world keeps turning slow (turning slow, turning slow) As the world keeps turning slow (turning slow, turning slow) As the world keeps on turning slow (turning slow, turning slow) This is your evening news. |
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from Chamillionaire - Ultimate Victory (2007)
[Verse 1]
Welcome to the evening news, I thank you all for tuning in, Yes I'm your host and your journalist and Chamillionaire so let the news begin, All helicopters out in the streets look at the screen let's zoom it in, Cause Cashis is at the scene, hey Cashis how are you my friend, Got time for no interviews (go-got no time for no interviews), No time to trip so don't get confused, cause this type of news depends on interviews, Got time for no interviews (go-got no time for no interviews), You know I keep my ear to the streets so it's up to me to bring you the truth, I saw a movie were George Bush had a bearded man on his squad so, So much power from oil money that poor folks can't seed by him, No problem, Osama, Bin Laden, been hidin', So long them pictures all starting to look like him on the milk cartons, Don Imus made comments that made everybody forget about him, That's him, Anna Nicole got pregant and had kids by him, Rest in peace to Virgina Tech, too many innocent kids dyin', Well let's just blame hip hop and act like that's the big problem, [Hook] Now I would give you news about Katrina, but you know I can't talk about Katrina, Cause everytime I talk about Katrina, they look at me like it's a misdeamenor, Anyways there's 'way more important stuff that we can discuss, George Bush is playing golf, everybody hush, he's about to puttin [Chorus] Gas prices raises, the money keeps burning, Dropout rate rising, so what are they learning?, Sending the troops to the war so I turn it, To today's evening news And the world keeps turning slow (turning slow, turning slow) And the world keeps turning slow (turning slow, turning slow) And the world keeps turning slow (turning slow, turning slow) This is the evening news [Verse 2] I know you take offense to certain words, but I've heard worse, but I won't blame ya, They say he's a entertainer but don't worry about it, never mind Cramer, Crocidile Hunter got stung, and the lion turned on the lion tamer, We keep sending troops to Iraq, I figured that we must like danger, Little kids don't learn in school they go to school to go spray a gun, If you a parent, then be a parent, get off the couch and go raise your son, Kobe just broke another record today's game he ain't eighty-one, Now he saying he's number 1, but yesterday they had hated dumb, OJ was named innocent, he got no sentence and he's still alive, It's very ironic that the lawyer that defended him had to die, Well now my q-card says the price of gas isn't very high, But I'm not going to read that cause we all know that that's a lie [Chorus] Gas prices raises, the money keeps burning, Dropout rate rising, so what are they learning?, Sending the troops to the war so I turn it, To today's evening news And the world keeps turning slow (turning slow, turning slow) And the world keeps turning slow (turning slow, turning slow) And the world keeps turning slow (turning slow, turning slow) This is the evening news [Verse 3] We still haven't found Pac's killer, still haven't found Biggie's either, Thirty minutes into the case they got tired and took a breather, Snoop Dogg just got arrested, everyday he gets a new sepina, Innocent when murder was the case so the prosacution got a middle finger, Hip Hop is sweeping the nation, but the contents seem so degrading, Most rappers got new albums that white kids are anticipating, If you don't like it on the radio or the television then switch the station, Flavor Flav get a lot of ratings, Bill O'Rielly somewhere is hating, Kanye just said WHAT? the president ain't got time for that, The White House is goning to stay white even tho' we know Obama's black, 9/11 was a calculation, and some would say it was a timed attack, He gave a speech on CNN, "They bombed us, now we're bombing back", Where the heck is Ossama at? [Hook] Now I want to know about Katrina, but everytime I talk about Katrina, They look at me like it's a misdeamenor, Anyways there's way more important stuff that we can discuss, N'Sync, Makin The Band and ??? had broken off [Chorus] Gas prices raises, the money keeps burning, Dropout rate rising, so what are they learning?, Sending the troops to the war so i turn it, To today's evening news And the world keeps turning slow (turning slow, turning slow) And the world keeps turning slow (turning slow, turning slow) And the world keeps turning slow (turning slow, turning slow) This is your evening news |
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from Chamillionaire - Ultimate Victory (2007)
[Verse 1] Welcome to the evening news, I thank you all for tuning in, Yes I'm your host and your journalist and Chamillionaire so let the news begin, All helicopters out in the streets look at the screen let's zoom it in, Cause Cashis is at the scene, hey Cashis how are you my friend, Got time for no interviews (go-got no time for no interviews), No time to trip so don't get confused, cause this type of news depends on interviews, Got time for no interviews (go-got no time for no interviews), You know I keep my ear to the streets so it's up to me to bring you the truth, I saw a movie were George Bush had a bearded man on his squad so, So much power from oil money that poor folks can't seed by him, No problem, Osama, Bin Laden, been hidin', So long them pictures all starting to look like him on the milk cartons, Don Imus made comments that made everybody forget about him, That's him, Anna Nicole got pregant and had kids by him, Rest in peace to Virgina Tech, too many innocent kids dyin', Well let's just blame hip hop and act like that's the big problem, [Hook] Now I would give you news about Katrina, but you know I can't talk about Katrina, Cause everytime I talk about Katrina, they look at me like it's a misdeamenor, Anyways there's 'way more important stuff that we can discuss, George Bush is playing golf, everybody hush, he's about to puttin [Chorus] Gas prices raises, the money keeps burning, Dropout rate rising, so what are they learning?, Sending the troops to the war so I turn it, To today's evening news And the world keeps turning slow (turning slow, turning slow) And the world keeps turning slow (turning slow, turning slow) And the world keeps turning slow (turning slow, turning slow) This is the evening news [Verse 2] I know you take offense to certain words, but I've heard worse, but I won't blame ya, They say he's a entertainer but don't worry about it, never mind Cramer, Crocidile Hunter got stung, and the lion turned on the lion tamer, We keep sending troops to Iraq, I figured that we must like danger, Little kids don't learn in school they go to school to go spray a gun, If you a parent, then be a parent, get off the couch and go raise your son, Kobe just broke another record today's game he ain't eighty-one, Now he saying he's number 1, but yesterday they had hated dumb, OJ was named innocent, he got no sentence and he's still alive, It's very ironic that the lawyer that defended him had to die, Well now my q-card says the price of gas isn't very high, But I'm not going to read that cause we all know that that's a lie [Chorus] Gas prices raises, the money keeps burning, Dropout rate rising, so what are they learning?, Sending the troops to the war so I turn it, To today's evening news And the world keeps turning slow (turning slow, turning slow) And the world keeps turning slow (turning slow, turning slow) And the world keeps turning slow (turning slow, turning slow) This is the evening news [Verse 3] We still haven't found Pac's killer, still haven't found Biggie's either, Thirty minutes into the case they got tired and took a breather, Snoop Dogg just got arrested, everyday he gets a new sepina, Innocent when murder was the case so the prosacution got a middle finger, Hip Hop is sweeping the nation, but the contents seem so degrading, Most rappers got new albums that white kids are anticipating, If you don't like it on the radio or the television then switch the station, Flavor Flav get a lot of ratings, Bill O'Rielly somewhere is hating, Kanye just said WHAT? the president ain't got time for that, The White House is goning to stay white even tho' we know Obama's black, 9/11 was a calculation, and some would say it was a timed attack, He gave a speech on CNN, "They bombed us, now we're bombing back", Where the heck is Ossama at? [Hook] Now I want to know about Katrina, but everytime I talk about Katrina, They look at me like it's a misdeamenor, Anyways there's way more important stuff that we can discuss, N'Sync, Makin The Band and ??? had broken off [Chorus] Gas prices raises, the money keeps burning, Dropout rate rising, so what are they learning?, Sending the troops to the war so i turn it, To today's evening news And the world keeps turning slow (turning slow, turning slow) And the world keeps turning slow (turning slow, turning slow) And the world keeps turning slow (turning slow, turning slow) This is your evening news |
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from Chamillionaire - The Sound Of Revenge (2005)
[Verse 1]
Yeah, a lightning bolt strikes in the air, yeah, finally it's here Cause y'all are the judge, the day of judgement finally is near In your eye I see a tear, and it's remindin me of fear Rap's been dead so long, so stop denyin what you feel Dis payback for the fact that y'all ain't tryin to keep it real Grim reaper that we call Revenge right beside ya in your ear He's saying your time expired, time is finally due it's clear Not sober mind is a weak mind and he's buyin you a beer - ha ha ha Cheers... time for a toast (your heart's beatin, your heart's beatin) To the haters that hate you the most (your heart's beatin) And the friends that pretend to be your folks (your heart's beatin) This is what revenge sounds like (your heart's beatin, your heart's beatin) I hear your heart beatin, keep runnin your mouth, yeah [Verse 2] Your mouth runnin ahead of you, your mouth do what your legs should do Let me walk to the edge with you, jump off of it, it It sounds like your ready to, cause these rappers are terrible And the game is unbearable but I'ma fix, fix This feeling that's dead in you got your brains like a vegetable Use the Pro Tools and tell em to edit it, it Switch to somethin that's better fool, turn it up what you better do When I'm bringing revenge to you it sounds like this, this, this Somebody call the doctor (you're not breathin, you're not breathin) They ain't gonna be well after this one right here You're not breathin (you're not breathin, you're not breathin) Just make sure they learn the name (you're not breathin) that's about to be runnin the game (you're not breathin) Tell 'em the name ... Chamillitary mayne [Verse 3] Shoulda heard what I was tellin you, I don't do what the jealous do I don't hate when a nigga make it, cause I'm smarter and better too You run when they tell you to but I move when I'm ready to If you stop to take a breather, see that I'm light years ahead of you Y'all musta thought y'all wasn't gonna have to see me or somethin (you're not leavin, you're not leavin) Houston, Texas, I'm here now (you're not leavin, you're not leavin) Anybody gotta problem? (you're not leavin) Speak now or forever hold your peace (you're not leavin) I ain't think so yeah! [Verse 4] The feeling's great cause they pay me, I expect some hatred so daily I'm sticking the middle finger up like the feeling's mutual baby The franchise and they say that the future can't really trade me In Houston, I'm number one like I'm in the place of McGrady But keep on pacing it baby, the full truth has arrived If they ask you about you nigga, you fin' to lie They assk me about me and hear a truthful reply They said they seem none better than me so hear the truth wit'cha eyes [Verse 5] Better go take over befo' it rains Cause I'd hate to say that I told you mayne I know, I know what you're gonna say... but have it your way I know these haters is gonna hate And I see that angry look on your face Tell 'em Sound of Revenge is on the way... this isn't your day Lookin for the truth, they ask me where have you been? (Where have you been? Where have you been?) Getting ready for these haters, I got somethin for them (Somethin for them, somethin for them) You're real quiet 'til you think you hear a sound in the wind (Sound in the wind, sound in the wind) You turn around cause you think you hear that sound once again You hear that? (Yeah what's that?) That's The Sound of Revenge [gunshots] [Girl] See, I told you That's what happens when you get on his bad side Ha ha ha Chamillitary mayne! And now, for The Sound of Revenge |
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from 정수동, Chamillionaire - The Sound Of Revenge (2005)
[Verse 1]
Yeah, a lightning bolt strikes in the air, yeah, finally it's here Cause y'all are the judge, the day of judgement finally is near In your eye I see a tear, and it's remindin me of fear Rap's been dead so long, so stop denyin what you feel Dis payback for the fact that y'all ain't tryin to keep it real Grim reaper that we call Revenge right beside ya in your ear He's saying your time expired, time is finally due it's clear Not sober mind is a weak mind and he's buyin you a beer - ha ha ha Cheers... time for a toast (your heart's beatin, your heart's beatin) To the haters that hate you the most (your heart's beatin) And the friends that pretend to be your folks (your heart's beatin) This is what revenge sounds like (your heart's beatin, your heart's beatin) I hear your heart beatin, keep runnin your mouth, yeah [Verse 2] Your mouth runnin ahead of you, your mouth do what your legs should do Let me walk to the edge with you, jump off of it, it It sounds like your ready to, cause these rappers are terrible And the game is unbearable but I'ma fix, fix This feeling that's dead in you got your brains like a vegetable Use the Pro Tools and tell em to edit it, it Switch to somethin that's better fool, turn it up what you better do When I'm bringing revenge to you it sounds like this, this, this Somebody call the doctor (you're not breathin, you're not breathin) They ain't gonna be well after this one right here You're not breathin (you're not breathin, you're not breathin) Just make sure they learn the name (you're not breathin) that's about to be runnin the game (you're not breathin) Tell 'em the name ... Chamillitary mayne [Verse 3] Shoulda heard what I was tellin you, I don't do what the jealous do I don't hate when a nigga make it, cause I'm smarter and better too You run when they tell you to but I move when I'm ready to If you stop to take a breather, see that I'm light years ahead of you Y'all musta thought y'all wasn't gonna have to see me or somethin (you're not leavin, you're not leavin) Houston, Texas, I'm here now (you're not leavin, you're not leavin) Anybody gotta problem? (you're not leavin) Speak now or forever hold your peace (you're not leavin) I ain't think so yeah! [Verse 4] The feeling's great cause they pay me, I expect some hatred so daily I'm sticking the middle finger up like the feeling's mutual baby The franchise and they say that the future can't really trade me In Houston, I'm number one like I'm in the place of McGrady But keep on pacing it baby, the full truth has arrived If they ask you about you nigga, you fin' to lie They assk me about me and hear a truthful reply They said they seem none better than me so hear the truth wit'cha eyes [Verse 5] Better go take over befo' it rains Cause I'd hate to say that I told you mayne I know, I know what you're gonna say... but have it your way I know these haters is gonna hate And I see that angry look on your face Tell 'em Sound of Revenge is on the way... this isn't your day Lookin for the truth, they ask me where have you been? (Where have you been? Where have you been?) Getting ready for these haters, I got somethin for them (Somethin for them, somethin for them) You're real quiet 'til you think you hear a sound in the wind (Sound in the wind, sound in the wind) You turn around cause you think you hear that sound once again You hear that? (Yeah what's that?) That's The Sound of Revenge [gunshots] [Girl] See, I told you That's what happens when you get on his bad side Ha ha ha Chamillitary mayne! And now, for The Sound of Revenge |
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from Chamillionaire - Ultimate Victory (2007)
Get away, get away (hey) you got to have a passport if you're rollin with me we can hit jamaica or we can chill in france roll with a player, you can bring a friend you are in presence with some players, chamillionaire doing it big we could hit hawaii or the caribbean, we could do it major, chillin on the sand chorus you are stressing everyday because of the way you are livin seeing it on your face, aint faking no feelin |
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from Chamillionaire - Ultimate Victory (2007)
Get away, get away (hey)
you got to have a passport if you're rollin with me we can hit jamaica or we can chill in france roll with a player, you can bring a friend you are in presence with some players, chamillionaire doing it big we could hit hawaii or the caribbean, we could do it major, chillin on the sand chorus you are stressing everyday because of the way you are livin seeing it on your face, aint faking no feelin |
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from Chamillionaire - Ultimate Victory (2007)
verse~ I'ma keep winnin' but the album almost through Thanks I ain't neva' had a fan like you Eazy-E, Left Eye and Aaliyah too Pac Biggie Hauf Fatpack and DJ screw I wanna thank you Thanks for openin' my eyes and helpin' to me to realize that tomorrow ain't promised, gotta live life to the fullest, whats life if you ain't enjoyin' it, know what I'm talkin' bout'? My purpose really used to be so unclear Science fiction with the swagger its so unreal So fly that my nickname should be up here Lookin' up is the only time when I appear I'm a spartan, go ahead and through your spear Slap failure in the face and still show no fear They say no show but I show like yea (The champs here) But the whole crowd know my cheer (Victory) The media they write about you in the mass, spread rumors bout ya' life and write you was detatched I know one of my three publicists would ruin my chance, so let me let you know I don't like you in advance but I (thank you) And I extend their thanks to, to everybody sayin' stuff you know ain't true You need to go and find God like Mase too, and just stay there with him and try to stay you Gettin' away is important I could pull a couple strings like a guitar hand Better yet bring out the whole guitar band Grab green we could swing somewhere like Tarzan I swear to yall' the rap game really makin' me sick The record industry's your home then I came to evict Put some nonsense out and I bet you this one'll stick I put real music out and I'm probly' gon' catch a brick Brick, on top of brick we'll build a house Tell whoever said that I'm still filled with doubt Told me I'm in the right hole then sealed it out Told me I'm on the right track and killed my route (Ouch) You never miss a good thing till it's gone Ya the flow is so fluid it's like drinkin' a song (Don't get the track listing wrong) This ain't even a song This is a beat that I must release therapy on Everybody singin' that they wanna see me successful Came into the game but now I'm feelin' like (Let's go) Intimate moments never seem to be special See the jet, you can bet I'm disappearin' like (Presto) Alakazam, I ain't mad at the fans, I ain't mad at the man, they both scattered my brain Never would understand what really matters to Cham so matter of fact the title is just a matter of plan (Victory) After revenge it's the Victory right?, well the final runs' done and it's the Victory height Now that everybody's present and it's Victory night Let me re-paint the pic, they wasn't depictin' me right (Now what you mean?) Tell the world that I'm more than just a grille Show ya how to put your hands on more than a wood wheel If that's all your hearin' then let me just be for real Take your contract, To hell with a record deal Keep thinkin' I'ma lose if you want to Been through 10 times more in life than you've gone through Thats why, I always have to make the move on fools Back on my feet like I got 2 gum shoes Ya, why you think Em probly' goin' all crazy Why you think Britney Spears goin' bald baby Interview me you think you know it all lady I'm outta here (ya) but not before yall pay me (Thank you) I appreciate it You know I'ma use the power respect and the million dollar check to do what I wanna do, but right now, I'm finna take a vacation A real vacation tho (Ha ha) This the outro was gon' put it at the beginnin' , but this is what I say the moment after I'm winnin' Thank you Ultimate Victory |
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from Chamillionaire - Ultimate Victory (2007)
verse~
I'ma keep winnin' but the album almost through Thanks I ain't neva' had a fan like you Eazy-E, Left Eye and Aaliyah too Pac Biggie Hauf Fatpack and DJ screw I wanna thank you Thanks for openin' my eyes and helpin' to me to realize that tomorrow ain't promised, gotta live life to the fullest, whats life if you ain't enjoyin' it, know what I'm talkin' bout'? My purpose really used to be so unclear Science fiction with the swagger its so unreal So fly that my nickname should be up here Lookin' up is the only time when I appear I'm a spartan, go ahead and through your spear Slap failure in the face and still show no fear They say no show but I show like yea (The champs here) But the whole crowd know my cheer (Victory) The media they write about you in the mass, spread rumors bout ya' life and write you was detatched I know one of my three publicists would ruin my chance, so let me let you know I don't like you in advance but I (thank you) And I extend their thanks to, to everybody sayin' stuff you know ain't true You need to go and find God like Mase too, and just stay there with him and try to stay you Gettin' away is important I could pull a couple strings like a guitar hand Better yet bring out the whole guitar band Grab green we could swing somewhere like Tarzan I swear to yall' the rap game really makin' me sick The record industry's your home then I came to evict Put some nonsense out and I bet you this one'll stick I put real music out and I'm probly' gon' catch a brick Brick, on top of brick we'll build a house Tell whoever said that I'm still filled with doubt Told me I'm in the right hole then sealed it out Told me I'm on the right track and killed my route (Ouch) You never miss a good thing till it's gone Ya the flow is so fluid it's like drinkin' a song (Don't get the track listing wrong) This ain't even a song This is a beat that I must release therapy on Everybody singin' that they wanna see me successful Came into the game but now I'm feelin' like (Let's go) Intimate moments never seem to be special See the jet, you can bet I'm disappearin' like (Presto) Alakazam, I ain't mad at the fans, I ain't mad at the man, they both scattered my brain Never would understand what really matters to Cham so matter of fact the title is just a matter of plan (Victory) After revenge it's the Victory right?, well the final runs' done and it's the Victory height Now that everybody's present and it's Victory night Let me re-paint the pic, they wasn't depictin' me right (Now what you mean?) Tell the world that I'm more than just a grille Show ya how to put your hands on more than a wood wheel If that's all your hearin' then let me just be for real Take your contract, To hell with a record deal Keep thinkin' I'ma lose if you want to Been through 10 times more in life than you've gone through Thats why, I always have to make the move on fools Back on my feet like I got 2 gum shoes Ya, why you think Em probly' goin' all crazy Why you think Britney Spears goin' bald baby Interview me you think you know it all lady I'm outta here (ya) but not before yall pay me (Thank you) I appreciate it You know I'ma use the power respect and the million dollar check to do what I wanna do, but right now, I'm finna take a vacation A real vacation tho (Ha ha) This the outro was gon' put it at the beginnin' , but this is what I say the moment after I'm winnin' Thank you Ultimate Victory |
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from Chamillionaire - The Sound Of Revenge (2005)
<i>[Chorus: Natalie:]</i>
I want to know who you are but you seem very nice So will you talk to me? Shall I tell you a story? Shall I tell you a treat? They think I'm crazy, They don't understand how I feel <i>[Verse 1: Chamillionaire]</i> See, it started off as just a simple conversation I gave her The name of my record company, (Oh you're a singer) I said my name's Chamillionaire and I'm a rap entertainer (Oh you that guy they talking bout when they be whispering, ain't cha Bring your name up when they talking and say money will change ya I heard a lot about how you can't deal with your anger Heard the rumors how your always in trouble or danger Not gotta judge you if it's true, there's no need to explain sir You do have a right to be, you seem like your nice to me I'm bout to order me another drink, yeah would you like a seat?) I tell the bartender same Hennesey on ice for me Her drink starts emptying while she's spilling out her life to me Telling me about her goals and how successful she would like to be And invite me to a session of her life and she Seems so damn innocent but something isn't right to me She pulls out her picture phone "I got pictures, would you like to see?" I'm thinking she gotta be friendly as hell Giving a soul to me, it's like an identity sell We never met is the story that my memory tells Telling me tales like she doesn't handle Hennesey well Getting into it, getting intimate and into details See, I just met you and you showing me your kids "Who said I had any kids? I didn't bring up no kids" Then who's in this picture, "Man, let you show you just who it is" <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Verse 2: Chamillionaire]</i> Umm, I don't remember her name but she look like an angel She wasn't from here, I knew she didn't hang a Round this part of the hood but hey the story gets stranger Cause this stranger was stranger than I could explain you see She said she wasn't married but the ring on her finger Told me she was lying and using the same uhh Game I use on women so I couldn't even blame her Spitting the game I spit to 'em when I'm trying to bang her (I bump into this guy, he told me that he used to know you He told me about the loyalty and love he used to show you He said what he said with a passion like it was so true Wouldn't take advantage of the fact that the listeners didn't really know you) There's pictures in my pocketbook, almost got it, I'll show you She digs in her purse and while she fumbles around I find that photo, I'm like "Oh no there's some trouble in town" I turn around as these two officers is coming in now They walk in real suspicious and come and sit down So close, I can see they barrels of the guns to the ground So close that they can listen to either one of us now We turn back around and she says no need for whispering Then she tells me that (I don't really give a damn whose listening Try to make it last a long time was my mission And he kept on tripping and then I got pissed at him Hit 'em with my fist and my punches were never missing him) <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Verse 3: Chamillionaire]</i> Okay, let's get this straight, your man cheated on you and now You talking to a perfect stranger like it's making you proud And the rest of this conversation she just telling me how It wasn't her boyfriend in the pic but a familiar smile She said (pictures can be deceiving like she knew he was foul Look closer, you'll see a coward who uses his smile as power Fleeing the smoke strength, couldn't stand it another hour So she did what she did then she went to go take a shower) Damn what do you mean? ( couldn't tell you that I missing him) I don't understand what your saying, how did you get rid of him? She dissing him, as I ask her what it is she did to him She stops, Ay keep talking I'm listening (I don't wanna tell about the images I'm picturing) Henny spilling then she tell me (For real and I got the feeling of what I'm feeling is that I wanted to kill him) Something's wrong here and I know just who is the villian Her voice was getting louder, the moral is getting clearer The officers is looking at us and I can tell they can hear her Told me (It was protection, Reached for it in the stash) The plastic is what she grabbed and she put it right on his ass Bust it before the blast, she thought she was free at last Baby I think you crazy, Sorry I'm pressing for time I gotta go grind, time's been interesting Now I'm sweating and stressing, this girl's got me guessing That this conversation is some type of evil confession She pulls a clearer picture, it's my damn ex-best friend How you know him? She told me she was with him at his house Watching movies on Sundays when they be chilling And that's exactly the day that the hospital came to get him The feeling was the worst feeling that she could possibly be feeling Stood up and then I yelled out "Why in the hell did you kill him?" I didn't kill him, I have AIDS, he had sex with 'em and that's crazy |
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from 정수동, Chamillionaire - The Sound Of Revenge (2005)
<i>[Chorus: Natalie:]</i>
I want to know who you are but you seem very nice So will you talk to me? Shall I tell you a story? Shall I tell you a treat? They think I'm crazy, They don't understand how I feel <i>[Verse 1: Chamillionaire]</i> See, it started off as just a simple conversation I gave her The name of my record company, (Oh you're a singer) I said my name's Chamillionaire and I'm a rap entertainer (Oh you that guy they talking bout when they be whispering, ain't cha Bring your name up when they talking and say money will change ya I heard a lot about how you can't deal with your anger Heard the rumors how your always in trouble or danger Not gotta judge you if it's true, there's no need to explain sir You do have a right to be, you seem like your nice to me I'm bout to order me another drink, yeah would you like a seat?) I tell the bartender same Hennesey on ice for me Her drink starts emptying while she's spilling out her life to me Telling me about her goals and how successful she would like to be And invite me to a session of her life and she Seems so damn innocent but something isn't right to me She pulls out her picture phone "I got pictures, would you like to see?" I'm thinking she gotta be friendly as hell Giving a soul to me, it's like an identity sell We never met is the story that my memory tells Telling me tales like she doesn't handle Hennesey well Getting into it, getting intimate and into details See, I just met you and you showing me your kids "Who said I had any kids? I didn't bring up no kids" Then who's in this picture, "Man, let you show you just who it is" <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Verse 2: Chamillionaire]</i> Umm, I don't remember her name but she look like an angel She wasn't from here, I knew she didn't hang a Round this part of the hood but hey the story gets stranger Cause this stranger was stranger than I could explain you see She said she wasn't married but the ring on her finger Told me she was lying and using the same uhh Game I use on women so I couldn't even blame her Spitting the game I spit to 'em when I'm trying to bang her (I bump into this guy, he told me that he used to know you He told me about the loyalty and love he used to show you He said what he said with a passion like it was so true Wouldn't take advantage of the fact that the listeners didn't really know you) There's pictures in my pocketbook, almost got it, I'll show you She digs in her purse and while she fumbles around I find that photo, I'm like "Oh no there's some trouble in town" I turn around as these two officers is coming in now They walk in real suspicious and come and sit down So close, I can see they barrels of the guns to the ground So close that they can listen to either one of us now We turn back around and she says no need for whispering Then she tells me that (I don't really give a damn whose listening Try to make it last a long time was my mission And he kept on tripping and then I got pissed at him Hit 'em with my fist and my punches were never missing him) <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Verse 3: Chamillionaire]</i> Okay, let's get this straight, your man cheated on you and now You talking to a perfect stranger like it's making you proud And the rest of this conversation she just telling me how It wasn't her boyfriend in the pic but a familiar smile She said (pictures can be deceiving like she knew he was foul Look closer, you'll see a coward who uses his smile as power Fleeing the smoke strength, couldn't stand it another hour So she did what she did then she went to go take a shower) Damn what do you mean? ( couldn't tell you that I missing him) I don't understand what your saying, how did you get rid of him? She dissing him, as I ask her what it is she did to him She stops, Ay keep talking I'm listening (I don't wanna tell about the images I'm picturing) Henny spilling then she tell me (For real and I got the feeling of what I'm feeling is that I wanted to kill him) Something's wrong here and I know just who is the villian Her voice was getting louder, the moral is getting clearer The officers is looking at us and I can tell they can hear her Told me (It was protection, Reached for it in the stash) The plastic is what she grabbed and she put it right on his ass Bust it before the blast, she thought she was free at last Baby I think you crazy, Sorry I'm pressing for time I gotta go grind, time's been interesting Now I'm sweating and stressing, this girl's got me guessing That this conversation is some type of evil confession She pulls a clearer picture, it's my damn ex-best friend How you know him? She told me she was with him at his house Watching movies on Sundays when they be chilling And that's exactly the day that the hospital came to get him The feeling was the worst feeling that she could possibly be feeling Stood up and then I yelled out "Why in the hell did you kill him?" I didn't kill him, I have AIDS, he had sex with 'em and that's crazy |
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from Chamillionaire - The Sound Of Revenge (2005)
<i>[Whistle]</i>
<i>[Chamillionaire:]</i> Yeah! It's the name they say is running the game Chamilitary Mayne <i>[Lil' Flip:]</i> Flip in the building! <i>[Chamillionaire:]</i> Go ahead and hand over the torch Super producer Scott Storch And of course <i>[Chorus: Chamillionaire]</i> I'ma show you how to get your shine on (shine on) Turn it up the DJ playing my song (my song) Everybody keep on calling my phone (my phone) Which one of y'all am I gone take home (take home) I'ma show 'em how to get the club crunk (club crunk) Give 'em something thats goin' rattle that trunk (that trunk) Tip ya cups up until ya get drunk (get drunk) Tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up.. <i>[Chamillionaire]</i> Give me that million dollar beat and let me show you what to do with it (Who that is??) That's the illest rapper choppin' and screwin' it Couldnt snatch the game that's what they told me, so I'm provin it Put the truth in Texas with Scott Storch and you got you a hit Hittin never miss rep yo click and throw 'em high Because Chamillionaire's the anwser to the game like Allen I Middle fingaz to the sky, if they don't like that reply Cause any DJ that deny is a mother fu errrwwwee lie So give the ladies what that want Got 'em racin' to the front of the stage to feel the bass and tell the DJ turn it up (Turn it Up) Yeaah Sound of Revenge saying Universal to go get my plaque Rappin's dead so I'ma bring it back, like DJ's do when they hear my track Check out my track record, they'll say I'ma track wrecka Hotter than a black pepper now that I am back nigggga (He's Baaack) You can't get mad if you feel that you and cap fit ya Drop the biggest stat's ever so don't let that bbback hit ya <i>[Chorus: Chamillionaire]</i> I'ma show you how to get your shine on (shine on) Turn it up the DJ playing my song (my song) Everybody keep on calling my phone (my phone) Which one of y'all am I gone take home (take home) I'ma show 'em how to get the club crunk (club crunk) Give 'em something thats goin' rattle that trunk (that trunk) Tip ya cups up until ya get drunk (get drunk) Tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up.. <i>[Lil' Flip]</i> When it's time to hit the club I let my chain hang If they got clovers on they neck we in the same gang I'm 20 deep in V.I.P. puffin' Mary Jane Splinters still in my hand from my woodgrain I got homies on the West who like to gangbang And I got homies on the East who do the same thang I told Johhny put 50 in my pankyrang 5 karot diamond chain vvs is in it mayne You know I rep the dirty dirty where they move cane You know we mix purple stuff in that blue drank Hipnotic, Big Bodies with Blue paint We got that oomp spray, but it still stank You a lame so yo dame playin mind games Ima pimp so I stay in that mindframe Niggaz talk shit untill I let that nine bang Me and Duke in that maybach switchin lanes <i>[Chorus: Chamillionaire]</i> I'ma show you how to get your shine on (shine on) Turn it up the DJ playing my song (my song) Everybody keep on calling my phone (my phone) Which one of y'all am I gone take home (take home) I'ma show 'em how to get the club crunk (club crunk) Give 'em something thats goin' rattle that trunk (that trunk) Tip ya cups up until ya get drunk (get drunk) Tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up.. <i>[Bridge: Chamillionaire]</i> Heaaded to the baar (I'm headed to the baar) You know I'm V.I.P. (You know I'm vipee) And since you rollin' with a star (You rollin with a staar) You V.I.P. with mee (Chamillitary heey heey) <i>[Chamillionaire]</i> Chamillitary the biggest threat to any of these rapper thinkin' they doin it (Who That Is??) That's dem boyz from Texas that always do it big Multi-colored diamonds got us shining They say our jewerly sick Houston got a problem and you don't want nuthin to do wit it (Do you kid?) I ain't think so I'm tippin slow Wen my trunk is liftin' up look at the neons as they glow Groupies never givin' up they be everywhere I go When that elevator go up to my suite they there fo sho Told me that she didnt care about my money Wasnt hearin it Looks can be deceving as Chamillion paint apperances You know how we do it at home of Screw and purple syrup is She got turned out quicker than my power steering did <i>[Chorus: Chamillionaire]</i> I'ma show you how to get your shine on (shine on) Turn it up the DJ playing my song (my song) Everybody keep on calling my phone (my phone) Which one of y'all am I gone take home (take home) I'ma show 'em how to get the club crunk (club crunk) Give 'em something thats goin' rattle that trunk (that trunk) Tip ya cups up until ya get drunk (get drunk) Tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up.. |
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from 정수동, Chamillionaire - The Sound Of Revenge (2005)
<i>[Whistle]</i>
<i>[Chamillionaire:]</i> Yeah! It's the name they say is running the game Chamilitary Mayne <i>[Lil' Flip:]</i> Flip in the building! <i>[Chamillionaire:]</i> Go ahead and hand over the torch Super producer Scott Storch And of course <i>[Chorus: Chamillionaire]</i> I'ma show you how to get your shine on (shine on) Turn it up the DJ playing my song (my song) Everybody keep on calling my phone (my phone) Which one of y'all am I gone take home (take home) I'ma show 'em how to get the club crunk (club crunk) Give 'em something thats goin' rattle that trunk (that trunk) Tip ya cups up until ya get drunk (get drunk) Tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up.. <i>[Chamillionaire]</i> Give me that million dollar beat and let me show you what to do with it (Who that is??) That's the illest rapper choppin' and screwin' it Couldnt snatch the game that's what they told me, so I'm provin it Put the truth in Texas with Scott Storch and you got you a hit Hittin never miss rep yo click and throw 'em high Because Chamillionaire's the anwser to the game like Allen I Middle fingaz to the sky, if they don't like that reply Cause any DJ that deny is a mother fu errrwwwee lie So give the ladies what that want Got 'em racin' to the front of the stage to feel the bass and tell the DJ turn it up (Turn it Up) Yeaah Sound of Revenge saying Universal to go get my plaque Rappin's dead so I'ma bring it back, like DJ's do when they hear my track Check out my track record, they'll say I'ma track wrecka Hotter than a black pepper now that I am back nigggga (He's Baaack) You can't get mad if you feel that you and cap fit ya Drop the biggest stat's ever so don't let that bbback hit ya <i>[Chorus: Chamillionaire]</i> I'ma show you how to get your shine on (shine on) Turn it up the DJ playing my song (my song) Everybody keep on calling my phone (my phone) Which one of y'all am I gone take home (take home) I'ma show 'em how to get the club crunk (club crunk) Give 'em something thats goin' rattle that trunk (that trunk) Tip ya cups up until ya get drunk (get drunk) Tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up.. <i>[Lil' Flip]</i> When it's time to hit the club I let my chain hang If they got clovers on they neck we in the same gang I'm 20 deep in V.I.P. puffin' Mary Jane Splinters still in my hand from my woodgrain I got homies on the West who like to gangbang And I got homies on the East who do the same thang I told Johhny put 50 in my pankyrang 5 karot diamond chain vvs is in it mayne You know I rep the dirty dirty where they move cane You know we mix purple stuff in that blue drank Hipnotic, Big Bodies with Blue paint We got that oomp spray, but it still stank You a lame so yo dame playin mind games Ima pimp so I stay in that mindframe Niggaz talk shit untill I let that nine bang Me and Duke in that maybach switchin lanes <i>[Chorus: Chamillionaire]</i> I'ma show you how to get your shine on (shine on) Turn it up the DJ playing my song (my song) Everybody keep on calling my phone (my phone) Which one of y'all am I gone take home (take home) I'ma show 'em how to get the club crunk (club crunk) Give 'em something thats goin' rattle that trunk (that trunk) Tip ya cups up until ya get drunk (get drunk) Tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up.. <i>[Bridge: Chamillionaire]</i> Heaaded to the baar (I'm headed to the baar) You know I'm V.I.P. (You know I'm vipee) And since you rollin' with a star (You rollin with a staar) You V.I.P. with mee (Chamillitary heey heey) <i>[Chamillionaire]</i> Chamillitary the biggest threat to any of these rapper thinkin' they doin it (Who That Is??) That's dem boyz from Texas that always do it big Multi-colored diamonds got us shining They say our jewerly sick Houston got a problem and you don't want nuthin to do wit it (Do you kid?) I ain't think so I'm tippin slow Wen my trunk is liftin' up look at the neons as they glow Groupies never givin' up they be everywhere I go When that elevator go up to my suite they there fo sho Told me that she didnt care about my money Wasnt hearin it Looks can be deceving as Chamillion paint apperances You know how we do it at home of Screw and purple syrup is She got turned out quicker than my power steering did <i>[Chorus: Chamillionaire]</i> I'ma show you how to get your shine on (shine on) Turn it up the DJ playing my song (my song) Everybody keep on calling my phone (my phone) Which one of y'all am I gone take home (take home) I'ma show 'em how to get the club crunk (club crunk) Give 'em something thats goin' rattle that trunk (that trunk) Tip ya cups up until ya get drunk (get drunk) Tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up.. |
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from Chamillionaire - Grown & Sexy/Turn It Up / Intl 2 Track (2006)
<i>[Whistle]</i>
<i>[Chamillionaire:]</i> Yeah! It's the name they say is running the game Chamilitary Mayne <i>[Lil' Flip:]</i> Flip in the building! <i>[Chamillionaire:]</i> Go ahead and hand over the torch Super producer Scott Storch And of course <i>[Chorus: Chamillionaire]</i> I'ma show you how to get your shine on (shine on) Turn it up the DJ playing my song (my song) Everybody keep on calling my phone (my phone) Which one of y'all am I gone take home (take home) I'ma show 'em how to get the club crunk (club crunk) Give 'em something thats goin' rattle that trunk (that trunk) Tip ya cups up until ya get drunk (get drunk) Tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up.. <i>[Chamillionaire]</i> Give me that million dollar beat and let me show you what to do with it (Who that is??) That's the illest rapper choppin' and screwin' it Couldnt snatch the game that's what they told me, so I'm provin it Put the truth in Texas with Scott Storch and you got you a hit Hittin never miss rep yo click and throw 'em high Because Chamillionaire's the anwser to the game like Allen I Middle fingaz to the sky, if they don't like that reply Cause any DJ that deny is a mother fu errrwwwee lie So give the ladies what that want Got 'em racin' to the front of the stage to feel the bass and tell the DJ turn it up (Turn it Up) Yeaah Sound of Revenge saying Universal to go get my plaque Rappin's dead so I'ma bring it back, like DJ's do when they hear my track Check out my track record, they'll say I'ma track wrecka Hotter than a black pepper now that I am back nigggga (He's Baaack) You can't get mad if you feel that you and cap fit ya Drop the biggest stat's ever so don't let that bbback hit ya <i>[Chorus: Chamillionaire]</i> I'ma show you how to get your shine on (shine on) Turn it up the DJ playing my song (my song) Everybody keep on calling my phone (my phone) Which one of y'all am I gone take home (take home) I'ma show 'em how to get the club crunk (club crunk) Give 'em something thats goin' rattle that trunk (that trunk) Tip ya cups up until ya get drunk (get drunk) Tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up.. <i>[Lil' Flip]</i> When it's time to hit the club I let my chain hang If they got clovers on they neck we in the same gang I'm 20 deep in V.I.P. puffin' Mary Jane Splinters still in my hand from my woodgrain I got homies on the West who like to gangbang And I got homies on the East who do the same thang I told Johhny put 50 in my pankyrang 5 karot diamond chain vvs is in it mayne You know I rep the dirty dirty where they move cane You know we mix purple stuff in that blue drank Hipnotic, Big Bodies with Blue paint We got that oomp spray, but it still stank You a lame so yo dame playin mind games Ima pimp so I stay in that mindframe Niggaz talk shit untill I let that nine bang Me and Duke in that maybach switchin lanes <i>[Chorus: Chamillionaire]</i> I'ma show you how to get your shine on (shine on) Turn it up the DJ playing my song (my song) Everybody keep on calling my phone (my phone) Which one of y'all am I gone take home (take home) I'ma show 'em how to get the club crunk (club crunk) Give 'em something thats goin' rattle that trunk (that trunk) Tip ya cups up until ya get drunk (get drunk) Tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up.. <i>[Bridge: Chamillionaire]</i> Heaaded to the baar (I'm headed to the baar) You know I'm V.I.P. (You know I'm vipee) And since you rollin' with a star (You rollin with a staar) You V.I.P. with mee (Chamillitary heey heey) <i>[Chamillionaire]</i> Chamillitary the biggest threat to any of these rapper thinkin' they doin it (Who That Is??) That's dem boyz from Texas that always do it big Multi-colored diamonds got us shining They say our jewerly sick Houston got a problem and you don't want nuthin to do wit it (Do you kid?) I ain't think so I'm tippin slow Wen my trunk is liftin' up look at the neons as they glow Groupies never givin' up they be everywhere I go When that elevator go up to my suite they there fo sho Told me that she didnt care about my money Wasnt hearin it Looks can be deceving as Chamillion paint apperances You know how we do it at home of Screw and purple syrup is She got turned out quicker than my power steering did <i>[Chorus: Chamillionaire]</i> I'ma show you how to get your shine on (shine on) Turn it up the DJ playing my song (my song) Everybody keep on calling my phone (my phone) Which one of y'all am I gone take home (take home) I'ma show 'em how to get the club crunk (club crunk) Give 'em something thats goin' rattle that trunk (that trunk) Tip ya cups up until ya get drunk (get drunk) Tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up.. |
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from Chamillionaire - The Sound Of Revenge (2005)
<i>[Hook]</i>
When I look back at my life, I realize-realize something ain't right I'm missing you Lord, in my life make it right I got something to decide, just wanna make-wanna make everything right Cause there's a huge void, a huge void in my life make it right <i>[Chamillionaire]</i> I'm staring up at the Pope, it soak it up while he spoke it Mesmerized and repeated, like he the author that wrote it The broads are the ones I love, just don't wanna be the corporate So waiting for death to approach this, take the time to say no sis I don't hate ya, for having these little seeds At 17, best believe they're a beautiful breeze Of fresh air when their's nothing else, I usually need Just a smile look at em now, hoping you just believe And my broad been in place forever, I'm gone but I'm chasing cheddar Been gone could of kept it going, with a poem or a basic letter But naw I just hate to tell her, try hard but I didn't let her The groupies get at your boy, but you're my Cinderella Look girl we can make it better, but there's a gift and a curse While you healing a nigga feelings, your's are usually hurt It ain't amount of cash on Earth, to match what you really worth Know your turf has been the church, that's where you put in work And you put in overtime, because you know the sign And most danger that I've been lately, rap is mo' than rhymes But you still hold me down, I'ma do way mo' this time Got some time that I need to manage, girl you know that's right And that's speaken like a true deacon, cause even to see you sleeping That comfortabally ain't enough for me, anything that you needing I'll cease anything that squeaks, and cease any sink that leaks Ain't nothing gon interrupt, your sleep deep into them sheets and peep <i>[Hook]</i> <i>[Chamillionaire]</i> How your father call the police, have your mama put in the jail When the arguments always started, and ended up in a cell Hard to it was the thought of this, ring that you use to wear As I darted out the apartment, and pawned it to get the bail Argument after argument, drama wasn't hitting well Target it ain't no harm in it, smart so I didn't tell God that it was the hardest, yeah life was a living hell Spent part of it steady dodging it, charging off in the trails Father say he a Muslim, your mama say she a Christian The Bible or the Koran, which one would you be picking The cards are in your palm, ain't really no use in tripping Be true to the one you choose, ain't really no use in switching Yeah they gon have to be mad at us, choice is something I had to trust Standing up when I had enough, for my blessings not adding up Take too many things for granted, right after that metal gedal bust Somebody's life is missing, that's when the spirit grabbing us <i>[Hook]</i> <i>[Chamillionaire]</i> A religion is what you missing, someone tell me how can it Make people panic, mention God and all the weak people vanish Take God your woman and your family, even your own life for granted Until you slanted on the planet, with your face in the granite And I won't have it, I don't wanna see my coaching divided So I decided to remind it, there's a choice and provide it So put your ego to the side, soon as you standing beside it Raise your right hand, and let the spirit know it's invited Don't need to fight it, I just wanna make it right 'fore they bury me Cause the truth is like therapy, plus my conscience is tearing me Into pieces as deadly was dealt, was not even fair to me To the soldiers that passed in the game, we missing you terribly Thank my family especially, in my mind like telepathy Staying humble's the recipe, keep my faith and he blessing me I use the energy left in me, to make sure they respecting me Walk the steps of my destiny, like I know he protecting me I'm a leader, believe the people won't get to see less of me No they won't see the death of me, or no police arresting me I live life so successfully, and just show em the best of me On another level mentally, this position was meant for me <i>[Hook]</i> Chamillitary mayne |
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from 정수동, Chamillionaire - The Sound Of Revenge (2005)
<i>[Hook]</i>
When I look back at my life, I realize-realize something ain't right I'm missing you Lord, in my life make it right I got something to decide, just wanna make-wanna make everything right Cause there's a huge void, a huge void in my life make it right <i>[Chamillionaire]</i> I'm staring up at the Pope, it soak it up while he spoke it Mesmerized and repeated, like he the author that wrote it The broads are the ones I love, just don't wanna be the corporate So waiting for death to approach this, take the time to say no sis I don't hate ya, for having these little seeds At 17, best believe they're a beautiful breeze Of fresh air when their's nothing else, I usually need Just a smile look at em now, hoping you just believe And my broad been in place forever, I'm gone but I'm chasing cheddar Been gone could of kept it going, with a poem or a basic letter But naw I just hate to tell her, try hard but I didn't let her The groupies get at your boy, but you're my Cinderella Look girl we can make it better, but there's a gift and a curse While you healing a nigga feelings, your's are usually hurt It ain't amount of cash on Earth, to match what you really worth Know your turf has been the church, that's where you put in work And you put in overtime, because you know the sign And most danger that I've been lately, rap is mo' than rhymes But you still hold me down, I'ma do way mo' this time Got some time that I need to manage, girl you know that's right And that's speaken like a true deacon, cause even to see you sleeping That comfortabally ain't enough for me, anything that you needing I'll cease anything that squeaks, and cease any sink that leaks Ain't nothing gon interrupt, your sleep deep into them sheets and peep <i>[Hook]</i> <i>[Chamillionaire]</i> How your father call the police, have your mama put in the jail When the arguments always started, and ended up in a cell Hard to it was the thought of this, ring that you use to wear As I darted out the apartment, and pawned it to get the bail Argument after argument, drama wasn't hitting well Target it ain't no harm in it, smart so I didn't tell God that it was the hardest, yeah life was a living hell Spent part of it steady dodging it, charging off in the trails Father say he a Muslim, your mama say she a Christian The Bible or the Koran, which one would you be picking The cards are in your palm, ain't really no use in tripping Be true to the one you choose, ain't really no use in switching Yeah they gon have to be mad at us, choice is something I had to trust Standing up when I had enough, for my blessings not adding up Take too many things for granted, right after that metal gedal bust Somebody's life is missing, that's when the spirit grabbing us <i>[Hook]</i> <i>[Chamillionaire]</i> A religion is what you missing, someone tell me how can it Make people panic, mention God and all the weak people vanish Take God your woman and your family, even your own life for granted Until you slanted on the planet, with your face in the granite And I won't have it, I don't wanna see my coaching divided So I decided to remind it, there's a choice and provide it So put your ego to the side, soon as you standing beside it Raise your right hand, and let the spirit know it's invited Don't need to fight it, I just wanna make it right 'fore they bury me Cause the truth is like therapy, plus my conscience is tearing me Into pieces as deadly was dealt, was not even fair to me To the soldiers that passed in the game, we missing you terribly Thank my family especially, in my mind like telepathy Staying humble's the recipe, keep my faith and he blessing me I use the energy left in me, to make sure they respecting me Walk the steps of my destiny, like I know he protecting me I'm a leader, believe the people won't get to see less of me No they won't see the death of me, or no police arresting me I live life so successfully, and just show em the best of me On another level mentally, this position was meant for me <i>[Hook]</i> Chamillitary mayne |
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from Chamillionaire - Ultimate Victory (2007)
[Chorus:]
I try and try to stay in love, But no matter what I do, It just ain't enough, It ain't enough, It ain't enough, It ain't enough, You say it ain't enough, And everytime, I think it's love, It just ain't good enough, And we breakin' up, We breakin' up, We breakin' up, We breakin' up, 'Cause love just ain't enough [Verse 1:] Yeah, I had seen potential, In your mental, And was tryin' to make a queen, But I did it for nothin', I was huffin' and puffin', wastin' steam, Everytime I speak, You be twistin' my words, To make 'em mean, Somethin' I ain't say, Then you gossipin', try to break my dreams, So I'm breakin' up with ya, I try to do everything to please ya, I don't even wanna see ya, The sight of you is givin' me a fever, Think I need a breather, Need ya to give me space, And lead her, Pass in the glass, And keep walkin' pass, When they say that we a, Match made in heaven, Tell 'em I said that that's a lie, So disrespectful, I feel like I've wasted half my life, That's why I ain't in love, Try to say I ain't in love, Then I go right back on my word, And we end up makin' up, hold up [Chorus:] I try and try to stay in love, But no matter what I do, It just ain't enough, It ain't enough, It ain't enough, It ain't enough, You say it ain't enough, And everytime, I think it's love, It just ain't good enough, And we breakin' up, We breakin' up, We breakin' up, We breakin' up, 'Cause love just ain't enough [Verse 2:] See, It's like I love, And I hate almost everything about ya, I be indy and givin' a livin', Takin' everything I bought ya, Even indy ain't givin' a ceiling, When I'm tellin' you get outta, Here, you disappear, Then the next day you come back home to papa, And my mood get madder, When I'm in the streets, And I think I spot ya, Thinkin' I forgot ya, And I'm movin' on 'cause I think I gotta, See I end up losin', Everytime that I try to think I got ya, 'Cause you always move, And I want to, But I ain't even gon' stop ya, You be all up in my pocekts like feed me, Makin' this type of livin' ain't easy, I be givin' my all to you, All you do is be talkin' greasy, And I know you probably don't believe me, Everytime that you say that you'd leave me, I be gettin' impatient, And waitin', hopin' that you'd make it speedy, So I figured, I'd tell ya the truth, Because I knew that it would free me, Give ya everything that I could, But you still kept actin' greedy, You let the world come inside, You shouldn't had been actin' sleezy, 'Cause now you pregnant, With rappers that lie on half their cds [Chorus:] I try and try to stay in love, But no matter what I do, It just ain't enough, It ain't enough, It ain't enough, It ain't enough, You say it ain't enough, And everytime, I think it's love, It just ain't good enough, And we breakin' up, We breakin' up, We breakin' up, We breakin' up, 'Cause love just ain't enough [Verse 3:] Now I can't even lie, That I was in love with you, We did everything together, That lovers do, The love done died, I think it's time to move, In a direction that ain't got nothin' to do with you, And everytime, I think of us, I think that it's time that I made some things adjust, My love ain't as strong for you as I thought it was, Baby I'm breakin' up with you now, And it's all because [Chorus:] I try and try to stay in love, But no matter what I do, It just ain't enough, It ain't enough, It ain't enough, It ain't enough, You say it ain't enough, And everytime, I think it's love, It just ain't good enough, And we breakin' up, We breakin' up, We breakin' up, We breakin' up, 'Cause love just ain't enough [Talking:] I ain't gonna lie, I used to wake up with thoughts of you on my mind, But now you just get on my nerves, Even when you no even tryin', People tell me that it's gonna be better, But I tell 'em that they lyin', My love for you is definently dieing, And the way you changed, Is not a good sign, I wonder how you gonna feel, When I'm no longer around, Nah, don't even try to start cryin', After you built me up, And then tried to break me down, It's just a matter of time, Before I had to give you a piece of my mind, And maybe I could spend the rest of my time, Havin' peace in mind, You couldn't even say one thing, That you know that no one know, Everytime I see you gossipin' about so and so, You immitate, You instigate, You turn love, into instant hate, You the reason why I punched my ex-homeboy in the face, In the streets, Chasin' the same money I gotta give to my lawyer to win a case, Tearin' up my rap sheet, 'Cause now I got a rap sheet that can't get erased |
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from Chamillionaire - Ultimate Victory (2007)
[Chorus:] I try and try to stay in love, But no matter what I do, It just ain't enough, It ain't enough, It ain't enough, It ain't enough, You say it ain't enough, And everytime, I think it's love, It just ain't good enough, And we breakin' up, We breakin' up, We breakin' up, We breakin' up, 'Cause love just ain't enough [Verse 1:] Yeah, I had seen potential, In your mental, And was tryin' to make a queen, But I did it for nothin', I was huffin' and puffin', wastin' steam, Everytime I speak, You be twistin' my words, To make 'em mean, Somethin' I ain't say, Then you gossipin', try to break my dreams, So I'm breakin' up with ya, I try to do everything to please ya, I don't even wanna see ya, The sight of you is givin' me a fever, Think I need a breather, Need ya to give me space, And lead her, Pass in the glass, And keep walkin' pass, When they say that we a, Match made in heaven, Tell 'em I said that that's a lie, So disrespectful, I feel like I've wasted half my life, That's why I ain't in love, Try to say I ain't in love, Then I go right back on my word, And we end up makin' up, hold up [Chorus:] I try and try to stay in love, But no matter what I do, It just ain't enough, It ain't enough, It ain't enough, It ain't enough, You say it ain't enough, And everytime, I think it's love, It just ain't good enough, And we breakin' up, We breakin' up, We breakin' up, We breakin' up, 'Cause love just ain't enough [Verse 2:] See, It's like I love, And I hate almost everything about ya, I be indy and givin' a livin', Takin' everything I bought ya, Even indy ain't givin' a ceiling, When I'm tellin' you get outta, Here, you disappear, Then the next day you come back home to papa, And my mood get madder, When I'm in the streets, And I think I spot ya, Thinkin' I forgot ya, And I'm movin' on 'cause I think I gotta, See I end up losin', Everytime that I try to think I got ya, 'Cause you always move, And I want to, But I ain't even gon' stop ya, You be all up in my pocekts like feed me, Makin' this type of livin' ain't easy, I be givin' my all to you, All you do is be talkin' greasy, And I know you probably don't believe me, Everytime that you say that you'd leave me, I be gettin' impatient, And waitin', hopin' that you'd make it speedy, So I figured, I'd tell ya the truth, Because I knew that it would free me, Give ya everything that I could, But you still kept actin' greedy, You let the world come inside, You shouldn't had been actin' sleezy, 'Cause now you pregnant, With rappers that lie on half their cds [Chorus:] I try and try to stay in love, But no matter what I do, It just ain't enough, It ain't enough, It ain't enough, It ain't enough, You say it ain't enough, And everytime, I think it's love, It just ain't good enough, And we breakin' up, We breakin' up, We breakin' up, We breakin' up, 'Cause love just ain't enough [Verse 3:] Now I can't even lie, That I was in love with you, We did everything together, That lovers do, The love done died, I think it's time to move, In a direction that ain't got nothin' to do with you, And everytime, I think of us, I think that it's time that I made some things adjust, My love ain't as strong for you as I thought it was, Baby I'm breakin' up with you now, And it's all because [Chorus:] I try and try to stay in love, But no matter what I do, It just ain't enough, It ain't enough, It ain't enough, It ain't enough, You say it ain't enough, And everytime, I think it's love, It just ain't good enough, And we breakin' up, We breakin' up, We breakin' up, We breakin' up, 'Cause love just ain't enough [Talking:] I ain't gonna lie, I used to wake up with thoughts of you on my mind, But now you just get on my nerves, Even when you no even tryin', People tell me that it's gonna be better, But I tell 'em that they lyin', My love for you is definently dieing, And the way you changed, Is not a good sign, I wonder how you gonna feel, When I'm no longer around, Nah, don't even try to start cryin', After you built me up, And then tried to break me down, It's just a matter of time, Before I had to give you a piece of my mind, And maybe I could spend the rest of my time, Havin' peace in mind, You couldn't even say one thing, That you know that no one know, Everytime I see you gossipin' about so and so, You immitate, You instigate, You turn love, into instant hate, You the reason why I punched my ex-homeboy in the face, In the streets, Chasin' the same money I gotta give to my lawyer to win a case, Tearin' up my rap sheet, 'Cause now I got a rap sheet that can't get erased |
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from Chamillionaire - Ultimate Victory (2007)
Welcome to the South
Try to criticize us for how we live They gon' do the same things that we just did Betta watch your mouth Try to criticize us for how we spit Then say you respect the money that we get Welcome to the south Watch em criticize everything we did And expect that us to never even trip We know them grills and candy paint So be careful what you say 'Cause we might just throw it right back in your face Betta watch your mouth Uh I cross the globe I hit a hater Same whispers from state to state If you didn't say then this ain't for you Don't worry bout it 'Cause you can't relate Before you buy me then you criticize me While you beside me Lets get it straight 'Cause you remind me of the kid beside me Same rapper that you say you hate Wanna criticize then fine Say the south got simple rhymes Every time I travel I'm in the backyard that act just like mine Same rhyme just different times I don't think that it changed a lil' Used to show our grills and they be like eww Nowadays they all say that's ill I remember when the major label Wouldn't even come pay a visit Used to say they had love for us but They just blowin' them suspect kisses Now you watchin' me see you plottin' me Can't act like we ain't suspicious Shoot the slugs you shoot at us but when you bust your thang it misses, uh I ain't leavin' much trippin' 'Cause I'm a man where I'm residing I'm decidin' where I'm residing Should never tolerate domestic violence I know you'd rather me just relax and sit back in silence But I'm the owner not just the client Shit the south is where I stay at Welcome to the South Try to criticize us for how we live They gon' do the same things that we just did Betta watch your mouth Try to criticize us for how we spit Then say you respect the money that we get Welcome to the south Watch em criticize everything we did And expect that us to never even trip We know them grills and candy paint So be careful what you say 'Cause we might just throw it right back in your face Betta watch your mouth Don't knock the swagga, don't knock the swagga Then turn around and be a swagger jacker You a man and you should be a man Don't walk around without an Adam's apple We was lookin' at it from a distance But we wasn't trippin' 'cause it had to happen Styrophone cup and a snapla, you actin' like you been a fan of rappers You was hatin' or participatin' when you saw sub anuba slidin' through You and everybody else that did it, they applauded them and they applauded you You actin' like somebody made ya say it Took your hand and then applied the glue Turn around and give the mic to you And now you end up lookin' like a fool Can't holla ya, some followers and that's the reason I'm in the lead The rest of y'all are some bench warmers and gettin' mad 'cause I'm in the lead I'm switchin' speeds, don't get fatigued Y'all behind in line, y'all chasin' me Yall finna see my energy, so get off my back and let a playa breathe I won't lie and act like i'm the one supportin everything Like southern rappers ain't never lame Like some of these boys don't eff up the game Most of us do our thang And the rest of em leave my ears in pain But that's him and he sure ain't me So don't look at us like we all the same Welcome to the South Try to criticize us for how we live They gon' do the same things that we just did Betta watch your mouth Try to criticize us for how we spit Then say you respect the money that we get Welcome to the south Watch em criticize everything we did And expect that us to never even trip We know them grills and candy paint So be careful what you say 'Cause we might just throw it right back in your face Betta watch your mouth Pimp C South side candy rider Never been a socializer Flyin' high, work grinder, knock ya gal you can't find her She was sittin on butter Hundred thousand under her ass I was workin' the wood, circle smokin' candy mashin' on the gas I can't be you, I can't do you I just do me, if you ain't Been where I been then you can't Be who I be if you ain't Seen what I see and you can't see what I see I put the bricks in the rolla with slabs on that wasn't free Been a legend in the south since the year '93 Pocket full of stones, menace to society The heart in the car chrome and folds, not B's Now everybody pimpin' and they all got keys Nigga please, you work for UPS They say they smokin' dro but all I keep smellin' is stress I roll with the best 92 million screwin' the Lexus I might not be nothin' to you But I'm the shit in that Texas Welcome to the South.... |
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from Chamillionaire - Ultimate Victory (2007)
[Chorus] [Chamillionaire] Welcome to the South Try to criticize us for how we live They gon do the same things that we just did Betta watch your mouth Try to criticize us for how we spit And say you respect the money that we get Welcome to the south Watch em criticize everything we did And expect that us to never even trip We know them grills and candy paint So be careful what you say Cuz we might just throw it right back in your face Betta watch your mouth [Verse 1] [Chamillionaire] Uh I cross the globe I hit a hater Same whispers from state to state If you didn't say then this aint for you Don't worry bout it cuz you can't relate Before you buy me then you criticize me While you beside me Lets get it straight Cuz you remind me of the kid beside me Same rapper that you say you hate Wanna criticize then fine Say the south got simple rhymes Everytime I travel i'm in the backyard that act just like mine Same rhyme just different times I don't think that it changed a lil Used to show our grills and they be like ew Nowadays they all say thats ill I remember when the major label Wouldn't even come pay a visit Used to say they had love for us but They just blowin them suspect kisses Now you watchin me see you plottin me Can't act like we ain't suspicious Shoot the slugs you shoot at us but when you bust your thang it misses, uh I aint leavin much trippin Cuz im a man boy im ?? Im decidin where i'm residing Should never tolerate domestic violence I know you rather me just relax and sit back in silence But i'm the owner not just the client Shit the south is where I stay at [Chorus] [Verse 2] [Chamillionaire] Don't knock the swagga, dont knock the swagga Then turn around and be a swagger jacker You a man and you should be a man Don't walk around without an Adam's apple We was lookin at it from a distance But we wasn't trippin cuz it had to happen Styrophone cup and a snapla, you actin like you been a fan of rappin You was hatin or participatin when you saw a sub ?? slidin through You and everybody else that did it, they applauded them and they applauded you You actin like somebody made ya say it Took your hand and then applied the glue Turn around and give the mic to you And now you end up lookin like a fool Can't holla ya, some followers and thats the reason i'm in the lead The rest of yall are some benchwarmers and gettin mad cuz I'm in the lead I'm switchin speeds, don't get fatigued Yall behind in line, yall chasin me Yall finna see my energy, so get off my back and let a playa breathe I won't lie and act lyin like i'm the one supportin everything Like southern rappers ain't never lame Like some of these boys don't f**k up the game Most of us do our thang And the rest of em leave my ears in pain But thats him and he sure aint me So don't look at us like we all the same [Chorus] [Verse 3] [Pimp C] South side candy rider Never been a socializer Flyin high, work grinder, knock ya gal you can't find her She was sittin on butter Hundred thousand under her ass I was workin the wood, circle smokin candy mashin on the gas I can't be you, I can't do you I just do me, if you ain't Been where I been then you can't Be who I be if you ain't Seen what I see and you can't see what I see I put the bricks in the rolla with slabs on that wasn't free Been a legend in the south since the year '93 Pocket full of stones, menace to society The heart in the car chrome and folds, not B's Now everybody pimpin and they all got keys Nigga please, you work for UPS They say they smokin dro but all I keep smellin is stress I roll with the best 92 million screwin the Lexus I might not be nothin to you But i'm the shit in that Texas Welcome to the South (fading) |
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from Chamillionaire - Ultimate Victory (2007)
It seems that theres a deadly virus thats sweeping thru the urban community
the side effects can not often be seen becuz ya pockets will not turn green some thought that there was no vaccine, but it seems we have a cure ????? Chamilitary-Mayne, Get off ya coutch and go get it Chorus Im up early in the morning thinkin bout gettin this money all i knoz i gotta get that paper the hustlaz told me that i gotta go and get it now im gettin it the best way i kno how i wont let you down(x9) Verse 1 Im up early than a mother, chasin muggaz, ima hustla, then tomorrow everything is gon rewind only 7 dayz a week and 24 hours a day that aint enuff for me so i aint wastin time cuz only dreams come to sleepaz and my life aint gettin cheapa so u kno them dollar signs stay on my mind when they ask me where im goin i say u already knowin bout to hit the streets and go and get whats mine i wont let you down dreamz of havin finer things, ridin blazed, dreamin should, make u wanna wake up and get it in real life and see the wood in ya grill, if ya slippin dont grab wat ya seein, good, only place that u gon be or ever see gon be the hood Chorus Im up early in the morning thinkin bout gettin this money all i knoz i gotta get that paper the hustlaz told me that i gotta go and get it now im gettin it the best way i kno how i wont let you down(x9) Verse 2 Boy that word aint no excuse, u kno what it mean to me it means you passin over oppurtunities repeatedly write it on a piece a paper only thing i see is p, that paper paper paper chaser betta think for me to be nah my services aint for free make that money multiply early in the mornin ill be gone if ya chase wit me it aint gon be no tie try to explain and give em game i dont kno why i even try youd do the same if u was i but you are you so u gon lie make em think that u got cash tell them ladies u got slabs only thing u get is laughs u cant even bring down half of the bill thats on that tab only thing wrong wit bein broke is stayin broke and makin excuses bout like it aint no ?? Chorus Im up early in the morning thinkin bout gettin this money all i knoz i gotta get that paper the hustlaz told me that i gotta go and get it now im gettin it the best way i kno how i wont let you down(x9) Verse 3 In the hood havin nuthin wishin i was havin something i remember it like it was yesterday they was talkin down on me and i lost a couple homies i was gettin mine while they usta play they say i need to slow down but i aint slowin down for nuthin i dont wanna let the paper get away so when im in the streets grinding aint no need to be cryin the best way that u can help me is to pray wont let you down patnaz that was gettin lazy females that was acting crazy them promotaz that tried to play me mixtape labels that didnt pay me my old homies that aint around me dissin rappaz that came to find me major labels that didnt sign me left all that nonsense behind me and got paid Chorus Im up early in the morning thinkin bout gettin this money all i knoz i gotta get that paper the hustlaz told me that i gotta go and get it now im gettin it the best way i kno how i wont let you down(x9) see rich people aint gonna tell ya how to get paid and broke people act like they the richest people in the world always tellin people wat money how to get money always spendin money they thoght they was gonna get buyin things they cant afford, stop makin excuses if chronic smoke make em slepy he gon tell u he got chronic fatigue if liquor makes him drowsy he gon say he got that gray goose disease if women keep takin his money he gon tell ya it slipped off his sleeve whatever yo weakness is stop makin excuses please you should not be in couch or in house u should be in route if u gotta ask where then thats the reason u aint got nuttin you dont kno how to listen, go get it |
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from Chamillionaire - Ultimate Victory (2007)
It seems that theres a deadly virus thats sweeping thru the urban community the side effects can not often be seen becuz ya pockets will not turn green some thought that there was no vaccine, but it seems we have a cure ????? Chamilitary-Mayne, Get off ya coutch and go get it Chorus Im up early in the morning thinkin bout gettin this money all i knoz i gotta get that paper the hustlaz told me that i gotta go and get it now im gettin it the best way i kno how i wont let you down(x9) Verse 1 Im up early than a mother, chasin muggaz, ima hustla, then tomorrow everything is gon rewind only 7 dayz a week and 24 hours a day that aint enuff for me so i aint wastin time cuz only dreams come to sleepaz and my life aint gettin cheapa so u kno them dollar signs stay on my mind when they ask me where im goin i say u already knowin bout to hit the streets and go and get whats mine i wont let you down dreamz of havin finer things, ridin blazed, dreamin should, make u wanna wake up and get it in real life and see the wood in ya grill, if ya slippin dont grab wat ya seein, good, only place that u gon be or ever see gon be the hood Chorus Im up early in the morning thinkin bout gettin this money all i knoz i gotta get that paper the hustlaz told me that i gotta go and get it now im gettin it the best way i kno how i wont let you down(x9) Verse 2 Boy that word aint no excuse, u kno what it mean to me it means you passin over oppurtunities repeatedly write it on a piece a paper only thing i see is p, that paper paper paper chaser betta think for me to be nah my services aint for free make that money multiply early in the mornin ill be gone if ya chase wit me it aint gon be no tie try to explain and give em game i dont kno why i even try youd do the same if u was i but you are you so u gon lie make em think that u got cash tell them ladies u got slabs only thing u get is laughs u cant even bring down half of the bill thats on that tab only thing wrong wit bein broke is stayin broke and makin excuses bout like it aint no ?? Chorus Im up early in the morning thinkin bout gettin this money all i knoz i gotta get that paper the hustlaz told me that i gotta go and get it now im gettin it the best way i kno how i wont let you down(x9) Verse 3 In the hood havin nuthin wishin i was havin something i remember it like it was yesterday they was talkin down on me and i lost a couple homies i was gettin mine while they usta play they say i need to slow down but i aint slowin down for nuthin i dont wanna let the paper get away so when im in the streets grinding aint no need to be cryin the best way that u can help me is to pray wont let you down patnaz that was gettin lazy females that was acting crazy them promotaz that tried to play me mixtape labels that didnt pay me my old homies that aint around me dissin rappaz that came to find me major labels that didnt sign me left all that nonsense behind me and got paid Chorus Im up early in the morning thinkin bout gettin this money all i knoz i gotta get that paper the hustlaz told me that i gotta go and get it now im gettin it the best way i kno how i wont let you down(x9) see rich people aint gonna tell ya how to get paid and broke people act like they the richest people in the world always tellin people wat money how to get money always spendin money they thoght they was gonna get buyin things they cant afford, stop makin excuses if chronic smoke make em slepy he gon tell u he got chronic fatigue if liquor makes him drowsy he gon say he got that gray goose disease if women keep takin his money he gon tell ya it slipped off his sleeve whatever yo weakness is stop makin excuses please you should not be in couch or in house u should be in route if u gotta ask where then thats the reason u aint got nuttin you dont kno how to listen, go get it |
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from Chamillionaire - Ultimate Victory (2007)
[Intro:]
Chamillionaire is so - crazy, Look at the face of the media like you - crazy, You thought I'd fall, I'm sorry dawg ya - crazy, Mirror mirror, on the wall you are - crazy [Talking:] I wonder if it's still called memory loss, If you can't remember the last time you lost, aha [Verse 1:] Yeah, The only time I lose, is when it's my memory, Haters comin' around here, talkin' about "Remember me?" Naw amnesia, Cham leader apparently, You were just a follower, now I'm about to set a speed, If they can't keep up, with no one ahead of me, Victory is just, what I said I can achieve, 'Bout to be trouble, you scared? I think you betta leave, Hope you don't have asthma *ahum*, go head and breathe [Talking:] Yeah, pull out your inhaler, You're going to have to catch a breath for this one, This the victory lap [Verse 2:] Yeah, Garage lift up, it'll create some enemies, Got that "S-S" in the middle of it like Tennessee, Sorry but the Ferarri there, isn't friend-ly, The engine be runnin' *pvroom*, like it's scared of keys, If she a freak don't handcuff her, just let her be, Get your G's, like five letters after the letter B, Photocopy, couldn't possibly find a better me, Hot, like two letters after the letter C, In the name of gang, that's been runnin' the game, Help me explain and tell 'em, Chamillitary mayne [Chorus:] I am a hustla, you gotta pay me, No time to sleep, I'm in the streets on the daily, When you a hustla, no bein' lazy, I got it whenever you need it, just page me, Hustla music, Hustla music, Hustla music, I'm hustlin' music, You thinkin', you thinkin' I'ma lose baby, Either you stupid or you gotta be crazy (Crazy) (Crazy) [Talking (Chamillionaire & Lil Ken:] L K: Famous! C: Aha, you ready Famous? L K: Hold up, I gotta take these twenty G's and take 'em to the bank G, handle up. C: Alright fo' sho, I got it. [Verse 3:] Yeah! The Hype Williams, to y'all rookies you know that this is, A motion picture so sick, that I call it motion sickness, Jonathan Manyon the manuscript, so hold ya pictures, Just like you posin' for strippers and tryin' show ya riches, Materialistic, I got a lot materials, Um, I gotta lot of... Uhh Chamnesia, I'd probably break up with my own self and go solo, Verses for a promo, oh no [Verse 4 (Lil Ken):] I'm a monster, I be cummin' like dicks, no homo, A lil' to gangsta for them flicks, no photos, I'm high like gas, rose sticks and blow dodo, Aha that Texas (shit), fo' shodo, Fresh of the underground circuit, Straight into this overground circus, (clown ass) I'ma do numbers like the lotto, Shoot 'trone straight out the bottle, You not lookin' at a role model, So, I say it one time and one time only, (say it) Not ya buddy, not a pal, or ya homie, You know me [Chorus:] I am a hustla, you gotta pay me, No time to sleep, I'm in the streets on the daily, When you a hustla, no bein' lazy, I got it whenever you need it, just page me, Hustla music, Hustla music, Hustla music, I'm hustlin' music, You thinkin', you thinkin' I'ma lose baby, Either you stupid or you gotta be crazy (Crazy) (Crazy) [Talking:] I'm like Bruh Man on the fifth flo', 'Cept I'm comin' in through the front do', I ain't gotta use the window [Verse 5:] Let's go, Now please pass my passport, because of it, I got groupies with longer hair than Cousin It, Brazilian ladies who tell me, "This bra just doesn't fit" Twins in two rooms, try to make me double dip, Should of known I would win yeah, you thought you had it (what?) Like my cars and my weapon, that is automatic [Talking:] This the part of the horror flick, Where the white lady trips and falls, And me and Famous escape with the millions, Aha! [Verse 6 (Lil Ken):] Two heavy weights from the Lone Star State, And if thirty's the new twenty, I've been high since eight, (haha) Me flop, just wait, not turn blue (nigga), Tell 'em that I'm Famous, thought I was a new (nigga), Thought you knew (nigga), when I'm applyin' pressure, The brothers play the back, lookin' like some rhymin' extras, 'Cause I'm the star of the movie, can't move me, Don't try either, either, I'ma roast you then +Bake-er+ like Anita, F**k (hot), my records got the feva - stop actin' like a diva, They tellin' Cham how they feelin' me, I'm a Universal asset, ya whole team liability, So I ain't finna leave, so you ain't finna breathe, I could cut it up, or keep it cool like the winter breeze, My piece and chain symbolize respect, My mouth piece symbolize a check, yep, (Chamillitary mayne) No kids here, so how you gonna play me? Boy tryin' cash out, so how you gonna pay me? [Chorus:] I am a hustla, you gotta pay me, No time to sleep, I'm in the streets on the daily, When you a hustla, no bein' lazy, I got it whenever you need it, just page me, (No time to sleep, I gotta keep goin') [Verse 7:] The hustla of all hustlas, I'll sell ya somethin' I borrow, Sell night to the day, and then sell today to tomorrow, (No money, don't even bother) Got some paper then call her, Call George Bush's daughter, I'll sell her Katrina water, (Why?) Just to get at her father, just so they have some evidence, I'm slick enough to take precedence from the president, America's worse nightmare, is right here, I stay sizzlin' like flares, look up, (*pheerrm*) It's quite clear, it's my year 'til I hear, Somebody smoother, then I'm the ruler, I'm like where, Is he at just let me know I'ma bury him, Under the rocks in the bottom of my aquarium, The chances of me losin' this time are very slim, If he was bright, then I'm turnin' him down to very dim, If it ain't me in the sequel, then there will be no sequel, You know the obvious reason is 'cause there is no equal. |
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from Chamillionaire - Ultimate Victory (2007)
intro~chamillionaire is so crazy look at the face of the media like they crazy you thought i'd fall im sorry dog ya crazy mirror mirror on the wall you are crazy i wonder if they still call it memory lost if you cant remember the last time you lost haha yea the only time i loose when its my memory haters comin around here talkin about remember me naw amnesia cam leader aparently you were just a problem well not what im bout to say speed they cant keep up with no one ahead of me victory is just what i said that i can acheive bout to be troubled you scared i think you betta leave |
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