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Chamillionaire, Nome Artístico De Hakeem Seriki, (28 De Novembro De 1979 Em Washington, D.c.) é Um Rapper Americano Que Recebeu O Apelido De "mixtape Messiah", Por Ter Vendido Mais De Cem Mil Cópias Do álbum Get Ya Mind Correct, De Forma To

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chamillionaire01. riding dirty

chamillionaire - riding dirty

[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 new chick, 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]

chamillionaire02. say goodbye

chamillionaire - say goodbye

[Chorus:]
I told you a million times
I'll live mine you live your lives
They say it but it's a lie
'Cause it's not hard to say good bye

[Verse 1:]
Follow me I could lead you
Hate on me and I would leave you (say goodbye)
Know your friends would deceive you
But I'm mad that I believe you so I (say goodbye)
Peek-a-boo I could see you
I could see that you are see through (say goodbye)
I see that you are evil but even
Evil Knievel could never pull a stunt on me (say goodbye)
Staying on top of my cheese like it's nacho beef
If I didn't call your name than it's not your beef
I swear ya'll soft as taco be
I got hard shells, I promise you the glock on me
That's what I call a virus
He's inside of you camp as he hides from your eye lids
Than before you realize this
He surprises you by knowing the day that your demise is
I'm an insomniac
Trying to live happy days like that Fonzie cat
They try to put bullets in the army hat
And I'm feeling like you trying to be a copy cat
Wait a sec. let me paint the Picasso
They be saying what they saying but it's not so
They be saying what they saying 'cause I got dough
But to me you're deader than a fossil

[Chorus:]
I told you a million times
I'll live mine you live your lives
They say it but it's a lie
'Cause it's not hard to say good bye

[Verse 2:]
It's the death of a dynasty
It will D.I.E. fucking round with me (say goodbye)
Chamilitary and it's finally
The time for me to get some shine to me (say goodbye)
Everytime I come out, they doubt me
But you'll never take over the south without me (say goodbye)
Look how many miles and counting
But look how Oscar the grouch your mouth be
Trash when I'm hearing you talking
I'm hearing it often, go get in the coffin
I feel like I'm big as a shark and
I'm finna rip the limps off the littlest dolphin
Head to you see quietly
I feel like a movie what you tryna see
I don't know if Scarface, what you trying to be
But I'm lol and that's comedy
Timeless on my grind is
You can search forever but you'll never ever find this
People tell me that I'm mindless
But if I lost my mind, I'm not really tryna find it
Not crazy, I'm more than crazy
But one thing I know is you ain't gonna play me
Take a shot, balling baby 'til the forbes tell you
I made more than Jay-Z

[Chorus:]
I told you a million times
I'll live mine you live your lives
They say it but it's a lie
'Cause it's not hard to say good bye

Say goodbye
Say goodbye
Say goodbye
Say goodbye

[Verse 3:]
I'm not anyone of them dudes from boyz II men
Say it's hard to say goodbye it was one of them
We can be in the trees, standing on a limb
And I would watch you fall like an ornament
Psycho I am not no
Psycho with the mike tho
Even white folks will agree that I'm quite dope
And I'm si-si-sicker than a psycho
I kick through instrumentals
I slip into your fence too
Hit your windows
I'm ginsu to your pencil
I talk to myself like I'm mental tell my mental
That you ain't "F"ing with me
Like the letter that come after E and before the G
And I'm definitely, gonna rep for the streets
And that's where your gonna be laying when I'm letting the heat go

[Chorus:]
I told you a million times
I'll live mine you live you lives
They say it but it's a lie
'Cause it's not hard to say good bye

chamillionaire03. n luv wit my money

chamillionaire - n luv wit my money

(*Talking*)
Ha-ha-ha-ha, right now you listening
To the greatest show on earth my nigga
Ha-ha, Chamillitary mayn

[Intro - 2x]
Oh yeah, still in love with my money yeah
If the world was sucka free
It would be just me, and my money next to me

[Hook]
Make that money mayn, watch the jealousy it shows
Watch your homies turn to traitors, your friends'll turn foes
Really can't complain, cause I'm making that do'
Even though I see some haters, just let 'em all know
I'm still in love with my do', (I'm still in love with my do')
I know you hate it (oh yeah), I know you hate it (oh yeah)
They hate when you're successful, (they hate when you're successful)
I know you hate it (oh yeah), I know you hate it (oh yeah)
I'm still in love with my do'

[Chamillionaire]
I'm still squeezing grain, through the drama some things done changed
All my homies got rearranged, nothing changed about me but change
So bring the change but you can leave the laim, Chamillitary nigga see the chain
Pointing fingers like we to blame, cause gimic rappers gotta leave the game
Yes ma'am gotta get grands, eliminate niggaz in the way of my plans
All the real fans staying my fans, realized I was in the way of my damn self
I'm the truth, I got ghetto to ghetto jamming it
Get the respect that Cham can get, then you can say I am the shit
A lot of niggaz be talking big, but they out there lying about they life
But then they'd end up getting exposed, like they weren't lying about it right
Picture me crying about a price, I'm rich ain't crying about a flight
I get respect in every city, that I'm flying up out at night
Now I'm the biggest seller, you can tell I make a profit
Bracelet looking yella, and you'll never ever stop it
Put yellow in the bezel, get your bread up try and cop it
Instead of a vendetta, just do better try and top it

[Hook]

[Chamillionaire]
No mo' swangas and vogues B
I'm on to larger things, (on to larger things mm-hmm)
Still the same, but the safe changed
That's just a part of the game, (just a part of the game mm-hmm)
You can't complain, cause it comes with fame
You gotta charge it to the game, (gotta charge it to the game mm-hmm)
But I'll be damned, if I don't do my thang
And make 'em all feel the pain, (make 'em all feel the pain mm-hmm)
Hol' up hold up a second no, they faking and had the do'
They fake as the Phantom Rolls, they claiming to having flows
They claim it don't have it though, they aching and mad to know
They saying that Cham'll blow, they hating and nan a show
Faggots and slamming cabinets, mad at me cause I'm grabbing it
Mad at me cause I'm slabbing it, candy paint it then Davin it
(Damn it then how you handle it), I handle it how I handle it
Mad at me cause I'm having it, while they only imagine it
I'm hearing these rappers talking, but I'm not even a fan of it
Even if the whole planet, and thousand of suckas jamming it
You can speak what you speaking, like I won't speak up and challenge it
Handle up in my hand to get, pointed like I demand respect
You standing on ya own two feet, them haters never caught you
They getting it how you getting it, you still getting it when they start to
They ain't living it how you living it, won't admit it they just gon argue
Cause you getting paid in full, while they still getting paid it costs you

[Hook]

(*talking*)
At a time when it's all eyes on me, all I can do is be me
A nigga, that ain't never scared to say what he see
A hundred percent realer, than you will ever be
Ha-ha, Chamillitary mayn

chamillionaire04. ain t gotta go home

chamillionaire - ain t gotta go home

[Intro]
We have the elegant styles of Chamillitary... hmm? what?
We have the elegant styles of the Chamillitary Band
On the bass drum you have the elegant Bose the Bobo
"The Big Face Spender", and on the bass guitar you have Tanto "The Human Beer Blender"
Give it up for Justo's Dirty South DJ of the Year
I'm sure y'all know the scratch patterns of uhhh...
uhhh... OG Ron C aka "The Jills in my Shills" oh!, you on fire baby
So as we get on to the proceedings this evening, it's yours truly...
Chamillitary mayne

[Chorus - singing]
You ain't gotta go home (you ain't gotta go)
but you gotta get the hell up outta here
If you got someone (somebody)
then go get you a room at The Holiday Inn
You ain't got no one (nobody)
than go have some fun by yourself (ohhh yeaaah)
But whatever you do
don't let the door knob hit you on the way out

[Verse 1]
Niggaz was throwin' rocks at the thrown and I got word of that
The sequel to The Messiah? For what, I already murdered that
Niggaz hatin' on me but look at 'em, the nerve of that
Nigga this ain't this type of beef you can't take the burger back
Burn it back, into my pocket I'm tryin' to stop it
unless your mouth keeps leakin'
Dick back in your socket
How does it feel, to know you wasted your whole lifetime
Livin' your whole lifetime just to worry 'bout mine
Gimmick niggaz was dissin' me, he was fake they was missin' me
Came to replace and make history, B I made 'em history
You could feel like you real because that feeling
eventually gonna shrivel up when reality turns it into misery
You niggaz is killin' me with your wannabe me's
You a artist, we bosses the one's that fund the CD's
All you gonna-be, wannabe, gonna punish me please
You got me laughin', I'm askin' if niggaz wanna be Steve
Harvey, no your hardly, funny at all
*Runnin' the Game* not at all, homie your runnin' your jaw
We grown folks, kiddie schoolers need to go run up the hall
Nigga's borin', just ignore 'em and the dummy will fall
My brother is my descendant, we runnin' a mile a minute
Hut, hut! it's time to win it, I'll see you behind the finish
If you get there, quit there
Got your swisha lit player?
Blow smoke in the air for the Color Changin' Click, chea...

{*applause*}

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Ladies and gentlemen, homie must be on heroine
Victory for me, but he thought he would have the narrow win
My aim is to blam', when I load it inside the barrel
and put the third eye on him and do a little more than stare at him
Poet, I know it I'm mister modern day Shakespeare
I'm a writer, survivalist; what it is? It ain't fear
The absolute truth is just something some niggaz can't hear
He don't live here no mo', he got convicted he ain't here
How the heck you set fiction on a table, put truth aside
What you speakin' my nigga, you can't look me into my eyes?
The good Lord spoke the truth and that just got him
crucified, y'all scared of the sharp dagger
Your tradin' your truth for lies
Look me in my eyes, nevermind I ain't tryin' to spook ya
Voice of the present, the past, yup I'm the future
Soon as you speak the truth all the hater'll try to
mute ya, but if you the truth arbitrators will call ya Koopa
Martin Luther King Koopa
Many of 'em will listen, but if you can't take the
heat than get ya hot ass out the kitchen
I heard words from Makaveli ridin' was the ambition
so I bomb first on fake niggaz like I'm in his position
"Aye Chamillion you trippin'", nuh-uh I'm handling business
Raise my hand to the man and my right hand as my witness
I got a fo' to the fizzle that's sure to damage your
fitness, but it ain't really even that serious to tan ya with stitches
P you actin' suspicious, you know me better than that
If it was for a false reason I would never react
But you know me better than rap, niggaz was tellin' me fact
So you could miss me with publicity if they tellin' me that, never that...

{*applause*}

[talking]
Thank you, thank you I appreciate the support
Everyone please take your seats, I'm not done...
there's more...

[Verse 3]
In this world of falsifying where niggaz be claimin' they real
Turn around and tell you a lie 'bout what he paid on his grill
Same nigga that talk big 'bout what he made on his deal
The same that ask me for advice like "They don't pay me Chamill'"
Rappers ain't really real only a few of 'em ball
pissy colored diamonds yup I'm one of the few of 'em y'all
Talkin' about yo' piece and chain and a few lil' cars
Four thousand to five thousand for what you do as a star
But keepin' money in the vault is the hardest part of the art
Knowledge got my crew smart even when my crew is apart
"Chamillionaire you did 'em wrong, why don't you get a heart?"
If I showed it to you would you see what it could do in the dark
Whether you like it or not don't really matter to me
'cause most of the love I normally keep inside my family tree
So you can gossip 'bout what really happened with
Hatta and me, or you can gossip how so and so way better than me
It don't really matter to me, because I'm done with it now
The maturity level that I'm at isn't even fun for a child
So set your mouse pad on the internet and punish my style
Or set your Reeboks on the streets of Houston runnin' me down
It's whatever I been better at provin' a nigga wrong
Tell Goliath I don't need rocks to prove a lil' nigga strong
So tell Watts, forgive me I'm groovin', I'm in my zone
Property of Mike who? He ain't here that little nigga gone

{*applause*}

chamillionaire05. overnight

chamillionaire - overnight

[Hook]
I can do this overnight
Stay chasin payments, hard times done changed and
I can?t be slaving, nah, do this overnight
I know you?re thinking, this life is really amazing
I can do this overnight
With all the non sense I?ve been through
So called beef with you know who
Really myself, why don?t you
I can do this overnight
Don?t it straight care when it all falls through
Everyone will tell you it?s all on you
Right or wrong, what you gonna do
Can do this overnight

Everybody saying that they want the life
But everybody thinking that it?s overnight
They say you wanna win, you know the price
I can do this overnight
Had a little chick that was known to gripe
Early in the morning, it was on the flight
I don?t reall know if it was wrong or right
But I can do this overnight

Always did it big, made before the hype
I?m just tryina live, let me roll the dice
Gotta be the boss, can I own my life
I can do this overnight
You wanna tell me the shit to show my type
My jewelry lookin like I just went on a heist
Garage full of suv?s and motor bikes
But see I always realized that it was more to life
Now it?s back to this, I?m on rappin trips
Classy chicks go on and have a kiss
When I was walking in, the mailbox is central
With a stacking chips to ship packages
Had a booked list to get a platinum wrist
Had platinum shit and get a platinum disk
Was a level I ain?t really even have to hit
You wasn?t there, you ain?t even done half of this
And now they telling me they really want the old school back
But where were you at when the old school act
That exposed 2 cracks for the local rats
Who will laugh when they ...got too flat
Tell my enemies I was born to win
I bet you never go against the boy again
You a historian, go check the facts
I ain?t going back, keep your deloreans

[Hook]
I can do this overnight
Stay chasin payments, hard times done changed and
I can?t be slaving, nah, do this overnight
I know you?re thinking, this life is really amazing
I can do this overnight
With all the non sense I?ve been through
So called beef with you know who
Really myself, why don?t you
I can do this overnight
Don?t it straight care when it all falls through
Everyone will tell you it?s all on you
Right or wrong, what you gonna do
Can do this overnight

Lost a label then made a label
My partner tried to be cain and abel
Y?all see what sippin that hater rabe do
Can do this overnight
They tryina say you let money change you
I wasn?t never no perfect angel
But you lazy acting like you disabled
Can do this overnight
This decision is cruel and fatal
Time you spent the way it might be...
I see myself in that ... source magazine on that coffee table
9 to 5 till that job betray you
Plan your moves until they delay you
Most record companies hate to pay you
But you lawyer gotta get paid to save you
I?m work the features I don?t work for free
It?s no limit, you would think ...me
What work for them, just don?t work for me
So don?t purchase 1, just go and purchase 3
Now they say the game is in surgery
They need a doctor, so they insert for me
I put on the gloves and then insert the needle
Hope I?m executing this perfectly
Now I?m feeling like it?s back to the basics
Till I come I make it out the matrix
Don?t believe me just watch,
Can?t see it through you better get laced
Make this money but I never let these money make me
Hey money, tell me what you done for me lately
See me and you ain?t even cut from the same tree
Same cloth, now my bars, let em see in HD!

[Hook] x 2
I can do this overnight
Stay chasin payments, hard times done changed and
I can?t be slaving, nah, do this overnight
I know you?re thinking, this life is really amazing
I can do this overnight
With all the non sense I?ve been through
So called beef with you know who
Really myself, why don?t you
I can do this overnight
Don?t it straight care when it all falls through
Everyone will tell you it?s all on you
Right or wrong, what you gonna do
Can do this overnight.

chamillionaire06. my life

chamillionaire - my life

My life
My life, really feelin hard times

Lookin out my window, holdin my weapon like Malcolm X and
And it seems I'm over-stressin, feelin like hatin is your profession
And I know a couple Texans that got killed for over-reppin
So I never be oversteppin boundaries bounded to my weapon
When they ask me how I'm doin, I just tell 'em "I'm doin super"
I got a date with Destiny, allow me to introduce ya
Her little sister Fate told me I'm gon' be the future
And legacy's everything to a Martin Luther King Koopa
This recession is so pathetic, got me feelin like I'm athletic
And success tryna get away from me and I ain't tryna let it
When they told that Pimp was gone, my reply was "I don't get it"
And I'm still havin trouble believin it happened the way they said it
Had to cut some partners off, swear to y'all it ain't my fault
I've been grown since I was seven and I was born to be a boss
But I know there's a bunch of haters tryna see me take a loss
So I be sleepin with one eye open and put cameras in my vault
I've been thinkin and gettin deep and they tryna tell I been preachin
But I know that they can't see how much of the world that I be reachin
So stop reachin, stop leachin, I'ma fade 'em out like bleach and
In the spots where they can't get out to is the spots I visit frequent
Europe to UK and Germany, travellin currently
Made so much in millions that I could cash out in eternity
Accustomed to hittin customs with that duffle full of currency
When God created hustle, looked at the world and he inserted me... Koopa

[Hook: Chamillionaire] {X4}
I'm just livin my life, so cold
In the streets so I'm takin it slow

[Trae]
Uh, yeah
I'll tell you my story, I only speak the truth homie

It a terrible situation, throwed on the curb within the hands of time
But since I'm blistery breathing I guess a nigga livin fine
I live a life that's filled with dramatistic people cryin
And since the hood depend on me, they'll never lose a hand of mine (I gotcha)
I'm paralysed when it come to the good times, I'm used to the pain
Feelin like a bum under the bridge, I'm so used to the rain
Anything I do is from the heart so it reflect my name
Forgive me for my sins father, I feel like I'm goin insane
Media criticising me for checking niggas, fuck it, oh well
I just wasn't raised a little pussy disrespected nigga
I'm tryna live on my own by the ways of a gangster
So every time I leave out I pray so I'm prayin for a gangster
It's bad enough the world we livin in all about money
Since we runnin out I choose to believe it ain't nothin funny
I've been stabbed in my back so much I deal with it
I'm tryna kick it with my life before heaven come chill with it

[Hook] {X4}

[Slim Thug]
Last year was a hard one but life goes on
Thinkin bout my nigga Pimp while I write this song
And the list goes on, all my niggas is gone
I'm tired of hearin bad news, scared to pick up my phone
Got a call, my nigga Eddy died from Acres home
Just seen him at my video shoot, now that shit wrong
Kelvo, Arborea, even my girl ShantÂ?
I just heard word she got stabbed to death today
Dear Lord, I pray that you take away the pain
From their family and their friends, please help us change
Still warm my niggas sleep dog, stessle and stank
My girl Dee Dee, they got me pourin out my drank
It's fucked up, all my friends is dead or in the pen
Seem like soon as your life begin it's beginning to end
I'm frustrated, but you gotta smile, your time is dated
You never know when showin your love might be related, hah

[Hook] {X4}

chamillionaire07. won t let you down

chamillionaire - won t let you down

[Intro: Chamillionaire + (Woman)]
Chamillionaire dot com
YouTube dot com slash ChamillionaireTV
Log on right now and look at me
Happy New Year's, it's two thousand and eight
Let's get this cake
Hahahaha... It's a movement! (Chamillitary mayn!)
Woo!

[Chorus: K-Ci]
I'm up early in the mornin, thinkin bout gettin this money
Lord knows, I gotta get that paper
The hustlers told me that I gotta go and get it
Now I'm gettin it the best way I know how
I won't let you down, won't let you down [REPEAT 4X]
I won't let you down

[Verse 1: Chamillionaire + {Over Chorus} + (Ad-Libs)]
{THAT'S RIGHT! I GOTS TO GET IT BABY! GET IT!
NAWFSIDE, SOUFSIDE, H-TOWN, STAY DOWN!
HA! I GOT THE ENTIRE STREETS OF TEXAS WITH ME, AND WE READY TO RIDE!
STILL STANDIN STRONG! YEAH! LET'S GET IT! }

From the underground to majors, I'm a pro at gettin paper
So you know a Texas playa gotta shine (we gotta shine baby!)
We ain't worried about you fakers; we for sure gon keep it gangsta
Ridin four's and shakin haters all the time (that's all the time!)
R.I.P. to Big Moe, HAWK, Pat and DJ Screw
You know that we gon keep it trill and hold it down
(you know we gon continue to hold it down baby!)
Cause the hustle's never slowin, we gon grind and keep it goin
(gotta keep it goin for all the fallen soldiers!)
And you know we'll always keep you on our mind
We won't let you down (R.I.P. PIMP!)

[Verse 2: Bun B]
Sun down til the sun up, you know big Bun up
Tryna get his paper and his gun up, can't let these haters get one up
On me, or try to run up, gotta leave 'em done up and did up
You wanna get down, get up, I'll leave you hit up and split up
So pay attention, sit up, and keep your eyes on the target
That's Bun Beater the king, he be goin the hardest
Not only is he the trillest, but he's also the smartest
Gangsta slash rap artist and he won't let you down

[Verse 3: Lil' Flip + {Over Previous Verse}]
{AY! }
Let me tell you a lil somethin bout a G like me
I gotta a whole bunch of money and a whole bunch of weed
Rap ain't dead, the trap ain't dead
We still gettin bread in my hood with D-Red
Tell me what rapper, you know with a grip in the bank account with five in it
You losin fuck, I'm Scrooge McDuck, my money piles, I dive in it
Pimpin and mackin, I'm stackin my paper, you haters better fall back
Is the south whack? hell no, and rest in peace to Big Moe
The cheaper my work, my beeper alert, all day and all night
We ride gray, we sell white, we buy haze and pour up Sprite

[Verse 4: Rob G + {Over Previous Verse}]
{UH! YEAH! }
From writin these lyrics, flippin these pages
Hopin you hear it, sit in amazement
One of the realest, one of the greatest, ever to drop, rockin the stages
I dedicate this, to all the people who hated
Thought for a second that I wouldn't make it
You were mistaken, you gotta face it
Rep That Block, 'H' in ya faces
This for my town, promise that Rob will not let you down
Times is ugly, you love me then trust me, I must be the one who will bring back the crown
Just look around, a man from a swat who
Kept it real when the game said not to
Bring back rap, I think I'm bout to, don't worry you know I got you

[Verse 5: Famous + {Over Previous Verse} + (Ad-Libs)]
{I'm FAMOUS! }
It's L-I-L Ken, re-reppin 210
That's San Anton, "huh? ", well act like you knew then
They askin "who? when? ", nigga stop playin
I stick my dick in your mouth, and fuck what you sayin
And check my resume and see that I'm all the way live
That's right; I need the whole Pacific to swallow my pride
I put my city on my back, then put it on the (map)
It's Mr. Deuce Dime, I won't let you down

[Verse 6: Jayton]
Slow loud and bangin, we back in the loop
Fresh out the pen, now I'm back in the booth
Only thing I let down is the top on the coupe
Boys hatin on the H, but we still gettin loot
You do it for the fame; I do it for the block
For the ones in the grave, and the ones on lock
We next up lookin for the number one spot
Tell them other rap cats they can keep the hip-hop
Money don't stop, I'm a get it all day
New paint on the whip, insides all gray
Other boys left, but the south gon stay
Ain't no way you gon forget about Jay-
Ton, same ol' Hoover gangsta
Got up in the game, to expose the wankstas
A.B.N. gang keep a loaded chamber
Tell the whole world that they ass in danger

[Verse 7: Slim Thug + {Over Previous Verse}]
{HA! }
I'm on my block around the clock tryna get it
If it get you paid, I did it, got caught, got acquitted
Got out, and got back up on my grind again
Cause you gotta play the game if you tryna win
And hustle money ain't for sure, so I ain't tryin to spend
Cause the minute you come up, you're back down again
I promise I won't let you down momma
When it's the first of the month, I'll be around momma

[Verse 8: Lil' O + {Over Previous Verse}]
{YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! HEY! }
Everybody know that I spit the flow
That make a playa wanna fire up and hit the dro
Or pour up real big and shake before
And knock off a Lamborghini, and lift the doors
Right now they yellin out "game is sold! "
Killin that remix, getcha dough
Do it for the Fat Pat, Screw and Moe
B.G., Gator, HAWK and the Mafio
And everybody know I don't play no games
I am off the chain, I got awesome chains
I got awesome things, to get me awesome brain
When I pull up at the club, I be flossin mayn
Fat Rat With The Cheese, from the S.U.C.
I don't gotta brag, I'm a triple O.G.
All the H-Town proud of little ol' me
Give the Lil' O a rest, I could flip the whole key, WHOA!

[Verse 9: Yung Redd]
This rainy day, manage the workout plan
I'm countin so many hundreds; I need another pair of hands
Black Colleywood, where the fiends the only fans
Sell it out, Riesco, supply and demand
My elevator goin up, how could I ever let 'em down?
550 takin off, swear it just left the ground
What's the value of a dollar, if you couldn't pay your bills?
All we know is power, now tell me what life is, YUNG REDD!

[Chorus: K-Ci]
I'm up early in the mornin, thinkin bout gettin this money
Lord knows, I gotta get that paper
The hustlers told me that I gotta go and get it
Now I'm gettin it the best way I know how
I won't let you down, won't let you down [REPEAT 4X]
I won't let you down

[Verse 10: Big Pokey + {Over Chorus}]
{DO IT FOR THE CITY!
I'll NEVER LET YOU NIGGAZ DOWN MAYN!
AY! }
Po, Yo, real get gutty
Block 4-oh, 3 wheelin, niggas gunnin
Put your cleats on cause it's fin ta get muddy
It is what it is and we comin for the money
Y'all know me
I'm a nigga that'll be in your home, just like a nigga got a door key
Do it like Simpson, 'fore I let a nigga hold me
Shake a nigga pockets, 'fore I let a nigga owe me
One for the money, two for the hoe
Three for the 4's with the rubber band vogues
S.U.C., M.O.B., Hurricane Sensei fin ta knock down doors
City on my back like brand new clothes
Album on the way, underground in stores
I don't let niggas down, I shut niggas down
Crowd booed me, I'm next to blow

[Verse 11: Lil' Keke + {Over Previous Verse}]
{AY! }
Pound for pound, ups and downs, but I'm still real
Chasin paper, money runnin like a treadmill
I'm just a G, in the street game, we raise numbers
I never let you down, I never disappoint ya
I'm up extra early, posted like a war soldier
My hustle hard, like I cut it with some baking soda
Heart of a gangsta, to the grind mayn, I'm so committed
Lord knows if I see the paper, I'm a get it

[Verse 12: E.S.G. + {Over Previous Verse}]
{H-TOWN! }
When Cham sent me the track, he had Pimp C on the song
'Fore ESG could spit on this remix, we seen Pimp C was gone
'Nother king taken off the throne, told Bun B he's not alone
Might not be here in the flesh and bone
New address, yeah heaven is home
Make sure we carry that legacy on
Like M-O-E, in every song
Put they name in the trunk, then we gon pop and swang
In the 'llac or the Chevy on chrome
Like Vince Young, I run through songs
Slow it down like Screw did homes
ESG a million sold independent, I ain't talkin ringtones

[Verse 13: Troublesum]
Here come the Trouble, so move
Can't knock my hustle, gon lose
Got twice the muscle, paid dues
Twice a grind to prove
I make moves like my name was Tom Cruise
Mission Impossible, impossible to fool
Down south baby, I'll show you what it do
I never let you down H-Town, I'm comin through
In the cherry lollipop drop, Gucci flip-flop
Posted up on the block, and my hustle you can't knock, NIGGA!

[Verse 14: Z-Ro]
24/7, 365, tryna get rich is on our mind
Houston, Texas, we ain't nothin but some go getters
And some trendsetters, and we stayin on our grind
Remember when the world said down south rappers couldn't rap
Now the down south rappers all across the map
Represent my city, and I'm a wear it on my back
It's official, goddamn right, the south is back
Even though we ain't never really went nowhere, we always been here
We make good music, and we stack big money and we act bad, all goddamn year
Gotta give it to us, cause if not we gon take it
And never give it back, that's just how it's gon go
It's been in there for years: Houston, Texas
But ain't a damn thing change, you can still count on Z-Ro, HA!

[Verse 15: Trae]
If you're lookin for the south, you can tell 'em I'm home
On the block, you can tell 'em I ain't leavin til it's gone
Thinkin I ain't, you can tell 'em they wrong
When I pull up, blast house with the roof half gone
If it come to gettin paid, understand that I got 'em
Sit back, broke, I'm a show 'em that I'm not
Now in the hood, four times, tryna rock
Yea, I'm from the streets, no way you finna block them
Mouth full of rocks, yea, money well blown
Every time I talk now, money will show
But just because I rap, don't think I'm flak
I hop in all black, and still run up in your home
Trae the Truth, I got hustle and flow
I do it for the boys tryna hustle and score
Every hour, every day, til my body gets sore
One hundred percent that my hustle is swole

[Verse 16: PKT + {Over Previous Verse} + (Ad-Libs)]
{AY! }
I'm so destined to be the greatest true, symbol of what my state is of
Little bit of Chad Butler (PIMP!), mixed with a little bit of Robert Davis (SCREW!)
P-K-T rep for the H til the day that they lay me off in my coffin
I'm a continue the legacies of Big Mello and both of the Hawkins
I do it for love, you do it for dough
You do it for fame, I do it for Moe
Do it for the hood, Acres Homes 44
Family over everything, get it do it for the Foe (F-O-E!)
To hell with not lettin you down, I'm tellin ya now, I ain't lettin you go
For better or worse, until death do us part, I'm a rep for the H in the cold

[Verse 17: Willie D + (Chamillionaire)]
From day one I repped my city, New York, got booed out there
Best part was one year later, my group sold out Madison Square
It's hard but it's fair, you ride for me I ride for you, regardless fool
No matter what it is, with Willie D on your team it's gon be kinda hard to lose
Had a rapper come down, I hit him with a big, cause he was talkin trash
His bodyguard jumped off stage, (what did you do?) got dead in his ass (ha!)
Go tell that to all those skanks, that think we're all about candy paint
High cappin, catch around, H-Town, I won't let you down

[Verse 18: Grit Boys]
{AY! AY! }
Okay I'm G-boy fresh, way flyer than the next guy
Southside rider, if you with me throw your sets high
From Sunnyside to the Park, back to the Southwest side
But if you got a problem with it you can G-F-Y (GO FUCK YOURSELF!)
We the best and the rest is B-F-I
Been down with Paul & Cham since the Get Ya Mind Correct times
We all grinders, and this is go get it music
G-R-I-T Boys, we'll never let you down Houston

[Verse 19: Corey Mo + {Over Previous Verse}]
{YEAH! UH! }
Me and my hustle bag, on the block, on the clock
24/7, you better shit or get up off the pot
Mayn I'm from Hustle City, gots to keep my hustle with me
At all times, I got my mind on my grind pimpin
I never let ya down, let ya fall or let ya drown
Cause I'm a go for mines, rain or shine, every time
Corey Mo gon get his, so I hope you get yours
You gots to eat to live partner, we ain't got no choice

[Verse 20: Mike Jones + (Ad-Libs)]
H-Town, got it on my back
Chrome 84's on the Cadillac
I stack stacks and stack plaques (stack plaques, stack plaques)
Ice Age, we run the town
Ice Age, we shuttin 'em down
As long as I make it multiply (multiply, multiply)
My new album is on the way
When you say my name, you say I'm paid
H-Town, we here to stay (here to stay, here to stay) (MIKE JONES!)
A millionaire, can you match that?
Two time plaque, can you add to that?
Eleven cars, can you handle that? (handle that, handle that)

[Verse 21: GT + {Over Previous Verse}]
{UH! AWWWW! OKAY! GT MAYN! }
I got stock in my block, I'm a jock that rock and I ain't talkin MTV
My mp3's won't let you down, got it locked down like Timby Three's
7-1-3, 2-8-1, 8-3-2, that's what I claim
See my aim's, to shut down every MC that's caught up in this game
Mean as a rock, GT don't play, I scratch and mix and rap all day
H-TX comin soon, super tight, UGK
Classic material, gotta milk this game like cereal
I'm smooth like butter, but not Parkay, my reign is so imperial

[Chorus: K-Ci]
I'm up early in the mornin, thinkin bout gettin this money
Lord knows, I gotta get that paper
The hustlers told me that I gotta go and get it, get it
Now I'm gettin it the best way I know how
I won't let you down, won't let you down [REPEAT 4X]
I won't let you down

[Verse 22: Chingo Bling + {Over Chorus}]
{CHINGO BLING! COME ON! CHINGO BLING! ARRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOO!)
I own my mansions, fuck a belly, sun shinin on my pinky
When it come to independent, who you think invented?
I'm a money makin problem, don't believe me, ask Asylum
Down to the border or Harlem, bitch, you can ask about him (AY!)
I drop the top in that Lex again (YEAH!)
It wouldn't be H-Town without Mexicans (UH-UH!)
And it ain't been the same since they put 'em in the ground (ain't been the same!)
To Screw, Moe, HAWK and Pat: we won't let you down

[Verse 23: Magno + {Over Previous Verse}]
{MAGNO YA HEARD? ! }
Got an old school, tan wood, my grind's harder than a canned good
My fan base expands hoods, so don't question their fan hood
I smelled the money, knew the odor
I'm a rep H-Town I'm the newest soldier
Kid with the arch ooo he polar, hustle harder than Louie Scoller
Reppin the block, cause the block where I hang
CD get copped, cause it's hot and it bang
From the beat to the rock, kid, rocks his thang
Won't let you down like a top in the rain
Got fans that's Crip that'll bang that metal
Fans so Bloody that they claim vessel
Fans like dyin they change for the better can't let you down, never, ever

[Verse 24: Kiotti + {Over Previous Verse} + (K-Ci)]
{OH! YOU SEE... }
I won't let down my city, I can't let down my fans
Got my Money Morris on, from a boy to a man
Mayn, hard body 'iotti, do you know what I do
Wreck mics go hard, man I pity the fool, my city the fool
A whole lotta gorillas here like RAWR!, my cities a zoo
Southeast Beach, welcome to my town
Where the slab's like a crab when it's movin around
Lotta rappers used to be the movement, I'm movin' up and they movin down
Black girl in my lap, girl, in that 'llac girl, when I move around
I lied, made a promise to my town, (I won't let you down)

[Verse 25: Raw LT + (Ad-Libs)]
Let you down, never that
The top on the drop now that's a bet
Raw LT, raw like that
Countin my stacks in the back of the 'llac
The queen of my city, yes I is
It go both ways when I rock my hips
Collect more figgas, roll with gorillas
Can't let the track Breathe cause my name not Jigga
Roll with my fam, B-B-H, category six, gon evacuate
I rep for my hood, dubs all in ya face
And I would appreciate if you'd give me my space (yeah!)
Cause y'all ain't talkin bout nothin (naw!)
Y'all lame chicks steady bumpin (what?)
Raw LT, I hold the crown ain't no takin it from me

[Verse 26: Grit Boys + {Over Previous Verse} + (Ad-Libs)]
{GHEA! }
G-Boy general, salute me in ya presence (ghea!)
Ghetto gospel, gon call me the reverend (ghea!)
Words hit you in your head like Excedrin
Tone down your voice, you're talkin to a veteran
This for HAWK, we gon grind til the last lick
That bastard, flow classic
Game sick, and famous like Magic
Pocket full of bread, actin like I never had shit

[Verse 27: Paul Wall]
The streets is talkin and they tellin me to go get that cake
No time to waste, I can't wait, cause I got bread to break
These boys is fake, they bumpin they gums, sayin they payin dues
But they preoccupied up in the mall, buyin they gal shoes
I'm motivated by the diamond chains and ice grills
The Johnny Dang watch in the Cadillac on vogue with cradle wheels
I'm cash collectin, still trill, chasin the dollar bill
My appetite is never filled, for chasin after these meals, I GOTTA GET IT!

[Verse 28: Boss]
Lil' Boss, tryna get a plaque to the house
A.B.N. representin, I'm all about the cross
Every time I touch a microphone it's all about the south
I be wreckin the feature, that's why I'm always takin off
I be up in the mornin for the first worm
I make 'em get it straight like ya first perm
I'm a G in the streets, you better first learn
I'm paid, still spendin what I first earned
When it come to doin this, I'm doing it for the trap
In the bottom of the gutter, I'm reppin it for the map
Feed me the clip, I'm protected by the strap
It's real over here, give a damn about a rap
I won't let my state down and that's for sure
T-E-X-A-S we in the do'
Raw nigga hizzout, it's about to show
If it ain't gangsta, then it's got to go

[Verse 29: Grit Boys]
I keep a glock in the glove box, where the title's at
I don't sleep, I don't eat G, if I don't mash
Writin raps, rockin shows, that's a minor task
The hardest part is acceptance, today could be my last
Grid Iron, Grit Boys, HAWK was my mentor
Focus on the future, sights sharper than a pitchfork
Down with Cham since the Color Changin Click days
Ghetto Reality, take a seat and witness history

[Verse 30: Yung Ro + (Chamillionaire)]
Yeah, I worked the nine-to-five, punchin the clock
Check-to-check, wearin a uniform, that didn't work out
So I left that alone, but then my stomach started rumblin
Ate oatmeal for days, what you know about it?, nothin!
Then that call came from Koop to come back to the streets (come back to the streets!)
Signed the deal, bought a house and a slab in the same week (hold up!)
Now I'm Swervin like Boosie when I'm ridin the streets
Smokin dro, climbin the ladder like ESG (keep goin mayn!)
Nice flows and shows, oh for sure, we grind
On that row, stackin this dough and autograph signin
And I gotta remind 'em, the name that's runnin the game
(Tell 'em the name they say is runnin' the game... Chamillitary mayn!)

[Verse 31: Chamillionaire]
Our time has come, and your time has passed
Get out the way while I grind for cash
Money in the bank, and the rest be stashed
When it's all done, I will not be last
Y'all know me, y'all gon' see
Ben Franklin is my homie
E-Y-E's is all on me
So Lay It Down, like 'Ball & G
Naw, I can't be commercial, show 'em how to bring it to the streets for all my dogs
Ridin dirty, flyin birdie, pop the trunk when I pass the laws
"Houston do we have a problem? ", obviously the answer's "naw"
Ball hoggers won't pass the ball, I'm a steal that rock, then pass to y'all

[Verse 32: Big Mike + {Over Previous Verse} + (K-Ci) + [Chamillionaire]]
{YEAH! }
The OG's back from the system, picture me lettin you down
Can't see that day ever happenin, not at all, no way and no how
I'm from the gutter, you from the gutter, we still gon make it
Still gon represent what the streets taught us, it's hard to shake it
Where we go, we take it, we chosen for holdin it down
Respect the hustle, we gettin it, yeah they knowin us now
Big Mike I'm one hunnid, for real, ain't no hoe type can see me
A born Gert Town hound, who (won't let you down) [KEEP GOIN! ]
Spit for my ghetto children, I'd die just to be their voice
No one else there to chant for them and I'd die just to be their choice
My focal point be this vocal joint that I lay as guidelines
My savior be my example, shinin after I die

[Verse 33: Scarface + {Over Previous Verse} + (Chamillionaire)]
{YEAH! }
Money my motive, my mission is to be holdin
At least two hundred million and more, cause if I'm closin
I want it to where it's set up, for the next generation of Jordan's
So that next generation of Jordan's, can have it easy
That's why I'm out here movin this work
Create a legacy, avoidin Kennedy's curse
My heart beats heavenly, I love you son for all that it's worth
And down to die if it came to the worst (talk to the streets 'Face!)
This for my niggas in struggle, just know I love you
Regardless to the pressure, I'm knowin you got to hustle
Cause nothin came to us easy, they planted us in tombstones
They quick to bury us niggas, that's how they do homes
My uncle told me, tell my niggas to read
Cause we in danger, got every city under a siege
A total stranger, could say you've sold a couple of keys
And got you locked and they won't let you leave

[Verse 34: Pimp C + {Sung}]
{You call in some cars, I be in jets
Google "Pimp C", I'm all over the internet
That paint over the 'llac is so glass
UGK for life, I need to teach a pimpin class}, UH!
Cause I'm, gettin my paper, reppin my house
Say what I want to out my mouth
Fifteen years, I'm what it's about
Atlanta the south, that's no doubt
Pimp a snitch, you'se a clown
Say my name, it's gon go down
Rent your car, you rent your house
Kiss that girl, I been in ya mouth, UH!

chamillionaire08. hopeful

chamillionaire - hopeful

(*fan on phone*)
Hey yo Koopa what's up man, this is Lil' Josh man
I'm calling from Cleveland, Ohio man
And basically, I'm just calling to let you know that you know I'm saying
Up here, y'all boys is the only thing that we really jam
Know I'm saying, Koopa I'm a huge fan of the old Chamillitary Entertainment
Click movement man, that I can rap you know I'm saying
I know you prolly get people, that say they could rap all day
You know I'm saying, but I'm tal'n bout I can really really really really...

[Chamillionaire]
Ain't really knowing where you going, but you going through it
Ah you love to go to the studio, devoted to it
Light up a swisha nigga, get a sweet and blow it to it
Cause this year gonna be a year, you'll be sure to do it
I know ya going through some thangs, trying to get in the game
But you complain, cause these rappers that you hearing is laim
And it's a shame, that ain't nobody seeing your pain
It's like, and tears never show in the rain
But you don't hear me though, like the music really low
You love rap mayn, but you don't feel the gimmicks no
You feel like you a real nigga, when you spit a flow
Everybody'll be on your dick, when you finna blow
Yeah-yeah, you know I hear ya mayn
Situation ain't changed, mayn it's still the same
You trying to get at Puff, you trying to get at Dame
Plastic crack in the trunk, trying to get a name
But they diss you, everytime you approach the guy
How you survive, you can't sell a c.d. mo' than five
Trust me, they couldn't feel your pain mo' than I
Keep on grinding for it, and your money multiply
I, use to scrabble raps up in my pad
No do' just hope, yep that's all I had
And my family, they didn't like it that's why I was mad
Couldn't live up my own dreams, that's why I was bad
Bad yeah, and you could color me bad
But now the screen looking green, and they shoving me that
I hear him scream bout the cream, but it doesn't be fact
Cause it's only a few that's true, and really does it with rap
That's the truth, that y'all would never hear
Cause the picture they try to paint for you, is never clear
Paint the pictures I see right through it, like it's Ever-clear
You don't know the truth when you hear it, get a better ear yeah

(*Faith Evans*)
Cause I'm hopeful, yes I am hopeful for today
Take this music and use it, let it take you away
And be hopeful-hopeful, and he'll make a way
I know it ain't easy, but that's ok - 2x

(*singing*)

(*fan on phone*)
You know I'm saying, you a underground legend
You know I'm saying, I look up to you Koopa and
I would love to sign with Chamillitary
I would love to be a part of Color Changin' Click man
I know you got a busy schedule man, but I'm telling you Koopa
If you'd just give me a shot man, I know you won't regret it man
I just really wanna be down with you man, I'm saying
This Lil' Josh, from Cleveland

chamillionaire09. 100 million

chamillionaire - 100 million

[Intro: Chamillionaire - talking]
Haha, a wise man once told me
keep me your friends close and keep your enemies closer
And he only got close enough to tell me that because,
well he was a enemy
Shout out to all my frenemies, haha, Major Pain boy
Yeah, yeah!

[Verse: Chamillionaire]
I'm in first place, in this wonderful World chase
I'm a current case of a rapper that won't break
Playin dirty (yeah), I'm too sick with the word play
I make words that don't rhyme start rhymin like "you're gay"
Be on your way, I'm a mercy mercy
You be workin hard, she givin me your pay
Women walk up to me, "it's nothin" that girl say (yeah)
Stick money on my shirt like it was my birthday (hey!)
Let's go, rest mo', get slowed
I'm like "f hoes", they metroed, I'm petroed
Get blowed by your girl like red nose
And every single day I'm catchin a head cold (hachoo)
"Pimp Mode", Katt Williams, yeah them know
Put it on a tape and call it the "Best Show"
Koop' versus Chamillionaire, which is the best flow?
You'll probably see a tie like NBA dress code
Be the best to' (woo), jump up and get squashed
Just thoughts, just talk your lip gloss
'Cause you spit soft, thick bosses get off
And I know what you're thinkin, I hit ya with this pause (haha)
They say you shouldn't throw stones at a glass house
Got my money up and I throw out of my stash house
What your cash 'bout? I ain't takin the tag out
Ask me why I bought it, my wallet just passed out
Rapper ran mouth and I bet he get ran out
I bet another sucker gonna follow that man route
I'm a bad cough, that sick, big, bad boss
See me and they bow like "wow, Chat Moss" (haha)
Tryin to say that you ain't real if you got it
Yeah I'm on the internet because it fill up my wallet
Uh, street money helped me get into college
I bust you in your face, log on and Twitter about it (woo!)
Uh, the auducity, run 'em over like athletes
Self serve means I'm the only person that's gassin me
You should ask of me, money lookin like math to me
One plus one equals equity, what it has to be
Uh, better come at your boy carefully
Or get shown the definition of real reality
Who's as bad as me? Any other name is calamity
'Cause I be flippin the G's daily like Vanna be
Wanna challenge me? What a beautiful day that that'll be
You could battle me any Sunday through Saturday
You a cavity, too sweet to even handle me
I'm insanity, not sane, my brain out of me (woo)
Take a budget, turn it into confetti
If I start another label I'm a call it "Machete"
Nah, won't drop an album 'til I'm motherf'in ready
Was gonna call it "Venom", when I'm strikin I am deadly
Don't know me Mister, don't ask me about my sister
They don't really know me but label me like a risk a
You can have all the swagger, you can have the charisma
If I want your opinion, I'll log on the 'net and Twit ya (Tweet)
It's the Mister "Sicker Than Every Pic Ya Makin"
But it's no hate and they waitin to get ya issue
And it's official, I'm so official
Turn my iPhone towards me and I take a picture (cheese!)
Women say you real and say that they wanna kiss ya
Haters see it happen, that day they gonna wanna diss ya
Promise it's a myth, you need to know I will get ya
Richer, so I call up my lawyer before I hit ya (uh)
You mess with me, impossible gonna be possible
What you think we even look at the Oscars for?
Hang with me to hear product 'cause he a gossiper
Thought that we was fly but ain't like a ostrich bro (woo)
That's why I say no way,
Larry King of this thing, my pay stay okay
Mixtapes in the street and pass A plus K
Aunt Jemima plus vagina, you a sweet pussy
Every verse is a better verse, you know what it's worth
Since my birth been blessed with a curse, realest on the
Earth
It's a curse, get another nurse, in a mini skirt
Make her work 'til her feet is hurt, open up your purse,
Captain Kirk
I can't ever be, she'll be payin me (me)
Walkin through the mall like we on a shopping spree (spree)
Open up the garage, yeah everything you see,
black on black like the NAACP
Gettin money, yeah I let the cat out
I get any sicker then I'm probably gonna pass out
In the studio 'cause they sleep on me like the black couch
Still got mad clout, that's what haters is mad 'bout
Here we go, here we go, I'm in the studio
My whip got me feelin like my name was Domino
'Cause it's a big six with me everywhere I go
Your chick is still tryin to get me in a figure four
Lookin for some hotness, let a heat seeker know
George Bush, one push, let a heat seeker go
Hit the studio, there goes another heat seeker "whoa! " (whoa)
But I don't know why they doubt 'cause
I've done this before (whoa)

[Outro: Chamillionaire - talking]
I want a hundred million dollars, hundred million dollars
Hundred million dollars, hundred million dollars
Try to get on my level, try to get on my level, let's go, um

chamillionaire10. ridin

chamillionaire - ridin

[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

[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]
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

[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]
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

[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]
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

chamillionaire11. fire

chamillionaire - fire

(Naw for real though, I know what y'all been waitin for)
(Don't trip, I got it)

(Fire!)

[Chorus]
"Say that you want fire, come hire the Messiah"
"You say that you want fire, come hire the Messiah"
"You say that you want fire, want fire, want fire"
"You say that you want fire, come hire the Messiah"
"You say that you want fire, come hire the Messiah"
"Say that you want fire, come hire the Messiah"
"Say that you want fire, come hire the Messiah"
"You say that you want fire, want fire, want fire"

[Chamillionaire - talking behind Chorus]
Haha (hmmm)
(I got that) fire
I got a little fire too
You know what I'm talkin about? (hmmm)
Yeah, (they want that, they want that) fire
Okay I'll tell you what
You be Koopa, I'm a be Hollywood Jackson (ch-cheah)
I'll be Famous
You ready? You sing the hook and everything (woo!)
(Fire!), let's get it man

[Famous]
Man they say they want that heat, man they say they want that beat
In they trunk (yeah), I fuck with niggaz who got drama for the heat
To that punk like fuck you gon' do when a nigga run up on you
Put that (fire) to your ass, got you runnin out your own shoes (fire, fire, fire)
Zone 2, when I'm out in the A (A, what's up?)
And stay draped up in drips, so they know I don't play (you know I don't play)
Spittin (fire), but they sayin little shorty okay (yeah)
Told them suckers I'm the best and you probably are gay (Famous)
[laughing], say I really miss Pimp C
Them simps be cappin, but really slackin mentally (yeah)
Why you doin all that actin baby? It's me
Hollywood Jackson, I'm a pass 'em, I'm a switch speeds (yeah)
Spillin drink on my shirt, I don't switch T's
I can do that like Flip nigga, this T (what's up boy?)
E-X, we stressed, we next, we best
Spittin fire 'til there's no mics left

[Chorus]

[Chamillionaire - talking behind Chorus]
Yeah
I know, they want that (fire)
That's what's up baby
Chamillitary is the, they want that, they want that (fire)
Name that's runnin the game (hmmm)
Name that's runnin the game (they want that fire)
You know I got that fire baby
Hakeem (hmmm), King Koopa baby, hey (let's go)

[Chamillionaire]
I hope y'all countin all the fire verses I done produced (produced)
They said you break it then you buy it, so I'm buyin this booth (woo!)
Puttin the 26's on and sit so high in the coupe
You hold your hand up in the air, it still ain't high as my roof (the truth)
In the club the bartender said he ain't gettin bread (what?)
That's when I pulled the twenty stack out, like "I heard what you said!" (you said)
I jump over this bar, hit you in your tender head
Forget your name, they gon' call your bartender instead (ha!)
What the heck you talkin about? I'm gettin millis for really
While y'all be lip-syncin millis like your Milli Vanilli (woo!)
You would think it was Obama movin into the city
I'm in a Presidential Suite, a little bigger than Diddy's (P. Diddy)
SUV glidin, you know I'm a take the player route
I be talkin money, cause that's always what I'm thinkin 'bout (real)
Money so Swiss, got it sittin in a bank account
I can't take it out, cause it will probably cause the bank to bounce (boing)
Bungee cord (yeah), don't want to see my money bored
We should count it all, let's chop it up, just like a hunting sword (woo!)
Monopoly, I got a little money boy
Got a lot of millions, but you know I need a hundred more
Left the Swishahouse and took the solo steps
Lost some partners and they say that I got no more left (oh yeah?)
Ben Franklin still my homie, baby slow your rep
It's like Jermaine Dupri is me and I am So So Def (fire!)
If you ain't talkin money hunnie

[Chorus]

(Fire!)

chamillionaire12. 2 real

chamillionaire - 2 real

(187, 187, 187)
(Who's next?)

Screwed Up Click
You know what this means, right?
Clover G! Let's go
Yeah, I'm too real to be an actor
Ya dig?
You know who you are
You be home, you behind the mic
Not me though

[Chorus]
"Nigga's a threat, too real to be an actor" - [8X]

[Lil' Flip]
This ain't a movie, this more like a screenplay
Cause on the real I went to the block each day (for real)
The G way, so hit me on my three way
Look if you want to live, you better take it easy
You jump, fly with me, I clip your wings off
You violate me again, I infa beam y'all
This H-Town, the home of the trunk poppers
Oh and I'm on that kush nigga, I'm a funk doctor
I make hits in the streets and in the booth
So keep playin I'll put one on you (YOU)
I'm tatted up, cause I love takin pain
I give my artist's a cheat and tell 'em "keep the change"
I ain't petty player, I buy the whole thang
My work pure since you want to talk blow man
I got that shit that made Len Bias overdose
Yours truly, the King of the Third Coast

[Chorus]

[Chamillionaire]
Yo, it's Koopa baby, uh
Jackers pay attention and don't get the script confused
Cause I promise Black & Decker ain't gon' miss you with the tools
Better duck before you lose, like McDuck or Mr. Scrooge
I ain't givin away a golden cent or nothin to you fools
Clownin on the camera, tryin to get you on the news
Sometimes the cloest ones, the ones who tryin to see you lose
They say that "Family Matters" tell Urkel that I'm the truth
Cause I'm a be a "Family Guy" 'til Stewie get it misconstrued
Scratchin off the serial, materials get thrown away
For jackers I got that cereal, I'm pourin out the Special K
Don't get blown away, plot and you will bowl away
From no one just with a Cheerio size hole to stay
Homie it ain't no debate, some Pirelli's known to hate
So I had to motivate a set of O's to hold my swangs
Tippin on my rollerblades, head to toe way on them thangs
Tickets just get thrown away like I was supposed to pay

[Chorus]

[Lil' Flip]
Look, aye it's way too late to try to make peace
Just be glad they didn't find your ass on the streets
First they said H-Town wasn't gonna blow
But we proved 'em wrong, even Bun B went gold
I'm Michael Phelps, the way I swim up in your wife
Look I'm the reason her juice box ain't tight
(Who the King of Houston?), y'all better say me
Cause Def Jam Vendetta is the only way you'll play me

[Chamillionaire]
NBA Live 2006, only way that they'll play me
I was born to be a boss and you just a trainee
In money that we trust, so you can trust in me
Cause I am money, you should see how much I clutched this week
They say that money talks, so you can trust this speech
It's Barack O'Balla baby, let's do lunch, let's feast
Landlord of the H, let's discuss this lease
If you in Texas and you leanin, then adjust your seat, for Pimp C

[Chorus]

[Lil' Flip]
Hey, we too real man
For real, yeah
Too real to be an actor, man
(187, 187, who's next?) 187, who's next?
Hahaha
Hey Cham man
It feel good to be amongst the platinum elite club baby
Hey let 'em know
The grind don't stop, Flipgates, Chamillionaire
It's Volume 4, right?
Hey Cham man, let these niggaz know man
I'm fuckin with these beats now
682-561-8900

chamillionaire13. patron

chamillionaire - patron

[Bobby Valentino (Chamillionaire)]
(yeaa)
I'm poppin bottles of patron (poppin bottles of patron)
all night long (chamillionaire and bobby v, we in vip)
its on, its on (haah 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 (just 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 (just 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 (just 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 (just 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 (just 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 (just 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) just 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) just for day

[Nkzinhoo']

chamillionaire14. haters

chamillionaire15. diamonds exposed break

chamillionaire - diamonds exposed break

Log on
Chamillionaire.com
We got a all new social network
A all new social website, I'm on there, I'm active
Holla at me, chamillionaire.com baby

[Chorus]
Heeey, I'm livin good, couldn't be better
Grippin wood, on the leather
Lettin 'em look at my bezzle (at my bezzle)
I got my diamonds exposed
I'm a shine and I'm a glow
Got my diamonds exposed
I'm a shine and I'm a glow
Y'all know I'm in the hood gettin cheddar
Floatin just like a feather
Sittin up on propellers
Heeey, I got my diamonds exposed
I'm a shine and I'm a glow
Got my diamonds exposed
I'm a shine and I'm a glow
Y'all know I got to flo-ss

Hold up man, I know I was supposed to drop this Mixtape Messiah 4 a long time ago
But ah, honestly after Pimp passed, I really didn't feel like putting it out
I was kind of chilling, on the whole music thing
A lot of people was asking me where I was at
And where I've been, what I've been up to
But really, if you listened to the album, +Ultimate Victory+, my last, sophomore album
Then you will see, that at the end of it
I told you ahead of time, what I was going to do
I was going to take a little vacation because
I've been like grinding on this mixtape thing since 1998
Never took no break, working hard man
You could see the stress on my face
Just always dealing with rap, every single day man
I had to take some time away from it man
Just to get my thoughts together, come back and be right, you know?
But I got a new album coming fourth quarter
Ah, the name is "to be announced"
Stay tuned to chamillionaire.com, I'll give you all the information man
We back on, we ready to get it, know what I'm talking about?
And ah, honestly man, even though I'm messing with boys from Texas
After the +Won't Let You Down+ song
I felt like I wasn't going to mess with nobody from Texas
And I'm a say that because I tried to get everybody on the song cleared
And I couldn't get nobody cleared
Well almost nobody, I got Pimp cleared
R.I.P. to him, he passed away
But he was cleared on the record
And I was a little bit upset because I feel like that record could have went a lot further than it did
Like there was actually no video for that record
I never got another video, because I couldn't get my "peers," cleared
Wow!
I ain't trying to point the fingers at nobody
I'm just saying man, as fans y'all need to put the pressure on everybody in Texas to come with it
Because I'm a come with it
I know y'all be hitting me on every website I got, telling me I need to step it up
So you need to do the same with everybody else man
You know what I'm saying?
We ain't nothing without y'all
Chamillionaire.com, log on and let me know what the business is
And if you trying to get in contact with me
You can call me at 832-514-4730
Yeah, I'm getting my Mike Jones on right now
I mean there's so much that I could say
But I ain't really want to talk y'all ear off
On this CD, cause that's what I do and then they start say I'm preaching
And you know how that go
But I'm a give y'all a lot of information on chamillionaire.com man
Y'all log on, I'll let you know what the business is

[Chorus]
Heeey, I'm livin good, couldn't be better
Grippin wood, on the leather
Lettin 'em look at my bezzle (at my bezzle)
I got my diamonds exposed ('sposed, 'sposed)
Feelin good, crawlin slow
I got my diamonds exposed ('sposed, 'sposed)
Feelin good, crawlin slow
Y'all know I'm in the hood gettin cheddar
Floatin just like a feather
Sittin up on propellers
Heeey, I got my diamonds exposed ('sposed, 'sposed)
Feelin good, crawlin slow
I got my diamonds exposed ('sposed, 'sposed)
Feelin good, crawlin slow
Y'all know I got to flo-ss

My new album will drop fourth quarter
December, y'all look out for that man
I promise, I promise, I'm in the zone

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