MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
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]
chamillionaire - haters
[Chamillionaire:]
Uh
Panamera shorty cocaine colour
White range rover that's it's cocaine brother
Champagne lover that's what you could say that she is
She say she wanna hang with me that chick you got a genious
She tell you not to call her baby like she not a fetus
She see the whip and compliment how lovely that the feet is
I could never fall off cause that's just not conveniant
I'm taking flight till I'm on fire looking like the phoenix
All on my penis cause they know I'm bout to do it bigger
Mind reader your's is sayin I wanna do it with ya
I could read a hater palm like I do a scripture
I take a trip to mawi just to snap a poor picture
[Chorus x2: 50 Cent]
All we do is stunt and the blow the paper, the paper
The ballin make a hater wanna hate us, the hater's
Can't take it when they see the money maker, we make a
Whole lotta money, whole lotta money
[Chamillionaire:]
Come on
Money rollin in so I always keep some dough to spend
Gotta show and win when I get done I gotta show a ten
I was born to win say she wanna hear my song again
That's when I told her friend I knock em both down just like bowling pins
No custodian so I make your woman clean it up
They cleanin nuts that's why haters hate cause they ain't clean as us
Bring the trucks harlem night strippers I had cleanin bucks
I mean it's cuts all these crispy hundreds that I seem to touch
Nothing funny bout the money but I gotta laugh
Rollie dipped in vs 2's get a watch and bath
Keep surveilance everywhere I gotta watch the cash
You countin do it with no hands like you roscoe dash
Math, that's what I'm good at but they hate it tho
That new mercedes show I bein gettin what they say I don't
Candyin 84's and I mean and yea it ain't the spokes
But before the taxes they get sick cause what I make is gross
[Chorus]
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
chamillionaire - in money we trust
(Chorus) 2x
If you hate us you gone like us
If you like us you gone hate us
But one thing you can say is we some seroius paper chasers
Cause friends turn to haters
And some turn to traders
But my money never changes so "In Money We Trust"
(Cham verse)
White america stares at the pair of eyes and a colored face
Can they see why he love to chase
Green feddy in a gutta place
He grew up so he love the taste
Of dinero he's a disgrace
Denies that he's tellin a lie
Lookin right in his mothers face
Can't reside in his brother's face
Without ridin on dubs he take
He hidin above his waste
And go ride on some other fake
Ass claimin that he's real but when he's not on that camera
He grabbin gifts up for these hoes like he?s copyin santa
When he not on that camera he talkin like Pac with his gramma
But he will not cock or pop the top of his hammer
Money's the reason why rich people get red dots on they flannel
Why bank tellers gotta get down on the floor like dave banner
Got a spot in that bama and also got a spot in that channel
Few of you know I got a spot to stack not in Atlanta
Don't trust the chick I'm with she fine and mixed with another race
But I keep the combination to my safe in a safe in another place
(Cause I don't trust'em)
chamillionaire - keep it on the hush
[Chorus: Lloyd]
At the end of the night if you're feelin lonely
Keep me on your mind if you need some grown things
Just tell me the time and you know that I'll be
Rollin up in my ride but nobody's gonna see
So if you're feelin like, you're really lonely
I can hop in my ride, and hit up your street
I got a innocent glide, of lovin only
So just give meet me outside, and I'll be on the creep
But you know we can {keep it on the hush, k-keep it on the hush}
I'ma {keep it on the hush, k-keep it on the hush}
I'ma {keep it on the hush, k-keep it on the hush}
I'ma {keep it on the hush, k-keep it on the hush}
[Chamillionaire]
Yeah... I pull up in the driveway it's like the passenger pick-up
Filled your liver with liquor, your silhouette lookin thicker
You would think she a stripper how she unzippin her zipper
Rubberband full of Benjamins got me tempted to tip her
Never leavin a message for evidence when she phony
Talk is cheap so that action the only thing she can show me
If he catch you he catch you, just tell him that I'm your homie
When you see me in public look past me like you don't know me
Conversation is chasin her, that's as soon as he leave
Disappear when he near then I reappear like a breeze
You get caught in the process won't hear no snitchin from me
I'll zip my lip and I'll lock it and we can throw away the keys, ha ha
[Chorus]
[Chamillionaire]
I hear a hello on the line, and that's when I reply
You let her know that I'm outside waitin
Sittin real low in my ride, you know it on my side
Cause you know how some haters be hatin
Hat's sittin low (low) Caddy's sittin low
She ain't been at home (home) while he lookin fo' her
While she wit her folk (folk) act like I don't know her
You already know (know) she do what I told her - keep it on the hush
Pullin up on them Daytons to give her what she been waitin
Four at four in the mornin she's up and mine for the takin
Three's a crowd but I'm lovin that crowd participation
So bring a friend if you feel her, leave her hung if she hatin
[Chorus]
[Lloyd]
Cause everywhere I go, people wanna know, who you are to me
So I tell them, you and me are good friends, when the reality is
We creepin on the hush, so keep it on the hush
Do whatever just don't tell them about us
Keep it on the hush, we creepin on the hush
Do whatever just don't tell them about us
[Chorus]
chamillionaire - true religion
[Intro:]
They say I know you don't do the freestyle thing no more
But since you do it better than somebody else
Well, you know! For show!
You know I gotta keep it' though!
Oh, mix-tape God, go!
I know I'm not God, that's blasphemy
The good is I don't have to be
While I would turn to a beach resort
And kick you all out and live happily
You'll see how rhetoric these rappers be
Like I get out of shore, bus after three
Get Instagram, take pics with guns
Snitch on your cell, you're reach at the'
No stitching ' cause I'm different fan
No Twitter cam, I don't need to mention
They always told me that money talks
That's who I wanted to pay me attention!
I'm young done, never went to prom
Genius kid that wouldn't leave detention
When the teacher said that I'd never blow
I said, 'don't count my pockets till you see my pension! '
I was plotting moves
I was carving scriptures into the desk
That was middle school
So track down the desk and figure out the rest, oh yes!
I must confess, I see you, but I am not impressed!
I see along the side talking cash
They done talking when they see me in flesh
Can't cut your tongue, and cough up the lung
Just' at your hands and then hold your breath
If I want opinions I ask for that
Just stay in your boundaries, don't overstep!
Back on the porch, we sat on the steps
While we all argued about who's the best
And now I sit behind suicides
With AC on I came fresh to death
They ain't stars, these rappers good for like 8 bars
Rappers looking for like 8 balls
Get in the pockets, then take all!
These activist ain't active to me
Ain't standing up for your fake cards
Most of y'all suspecting me
As a pastor that just bought 8 cars
To mix-tape God, you mix-tape frauds
Make sure you hearing this carefully
Even if you know that we was cool before
You ain't got to come and give death to me!
'let them know you don't have to be
A clown next to clowns cause that's ratchet D
You could rap the motto and own the masons
Wouldn't give a damn about your fashion, G!
You own the brand, you just come to me
What you saw before, you '
You're a grown man, why grown man?
Staring at the logo and reading on some pains
You ain't made a man, you couldn't make the pen
I don't pay for likes, I don't pay for fans
I won't buy your music, cause you're popular
Cause you're acting like you'
I say you're not!
I don't believe you, that's superstition!
You say you're high, I know you're not
Go and prove it to me, go to this mission
Go dodge in hot gasoline
Go pump some gas without even flinching!
If you make it back, then I'll play your raps
I won't tell your family I thought you was missing
Gave you the game, I thought you would listen!
Y'all got t it twisted, like a Jewish Christian
I taught you how to dismay your labels
When they told you about it, they showed some kissing
When you tell the truth, you'll say you was distant
What's being dope got to do with stitching?
Stay true when they'll praise you
And that's what a hell I call true religion!
chamillionaire - outro
Na na na na naaaa
Heyyyyyyyy
Na na na na naaaa
They said noooo when I told them that
I find a way to get to the toooop (to the tooop)
They didn't knoooow that eventually
I'd be the ONE to worry about (worry aboouuut)
When someoooone would mention me
They always try to say I'mma flop
But this the sound of reveeeennnge
The sound of reveeeennnge
The sound of reveeeennnge
The sound of reveeeennnge
Reveeeennnge...
9Chamillionaire)
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...
chamillionaire - rap city 1
Rap City #1
I neva take a high atis
Debate it
The kid the greatest
My album anticipated
I made it
Now Niggaz hate it
Problems I can create it
My pistol is nickel plated
All of my friends can get a quick F U cause friendship is overrated
You waited
You pray to see rival of the mixtape god
I treat a track like soft crack and make a mixtape hard
Dj Smallz, the crib got the fish tank walls
These Niggaz playin' me as a joker better go switch they cards
Cause I'm the hardest
That's regardless
Or wether or not I'm sign
Wether I'm in Atlanta or tippin' down in H-Town
Niggaz keep talkin dime
Then I'm just gone loose my mind
Don't mention me 1 mo time
Without askin me do I mind
Paintin not Picasso
Like the macho
But that is not so
You would not know
That is not so
What you living alive for
He showed his plak, he showed his crack, showed his car, showed his crib
I'm Watchin' cribs
Wondering why my crib is alil bigger then his
How I live not a G
The Show is 3
Man that's nothin to me
S.M.A.L.L.Z. I lay the hardest verse on a cd
For free
And I do it so easily
Messiah rap thugs
Spit fire to pack clubs
I'm tired of you actors
I'm tired of you act thugs
Denyin' that you got buss
I make sense cause I make sense even rhymin it backwards
Zep snerr yep yep yep yep yep what that mean
That mean my cliq is the team of chamillionaire the king of the kings
And a game
That I don't bang
Set trips and you broke down
Get hurt on your arm
Turf before you throw up your sign
Your sigh language need say dollar signs
My cliq is so kind
If i add nine
To your life line
Then my cliq gonna co-sign
Just look at the wheather boy
It's gone rain if you ready boy
I swear my game will turn a man to a skeleTOR
My squad joint
Is the squad about squad joints
My squad joint is a problem
My squad joint make your squad run
Niggaz see me in my car
Then they ask are you wit Paul
I'm like Naw
I'm like dawg
Cant you see I'm on a call
Holla at man I'm hollen at that DJ smallz
Chamillionaire.com playa holla at your boy
chamillionaire - from the south
[Hook - 4x]
From the South
I got the diamonds in my mouth
[Z-Ro]
Hold up a minute, I'm the King of the Ghetto
Holding the rap game, like wood grain can't let go
You niggaz'll never see me, I'm on another level
Stay ready to dig a grave, keep a gun and a shovel
And pouring gas too, if there evidence
Saw me in the rear view, now you wonder where I went
I'ma get you if I owe ya, visit ya residence
Lay the merk game down, and then I'ma hit the fence
Better keep my mouth closed, so they can't see the shining
They think it was Z-Ro, cause all they seen was diamonds
I'm cold as a deep freeze, with bags of ice in it
My 3-57 pretty, but ain't nothing nice in it
Too many bitches, and not enough rubbers
Got so many, all my real niggaz under the gutter
Watch a nigga full of life, light close like shutters
God damn, staying healthy is hard as a mo'fucker
[Hook - 4x]
[Chamillionaire]
It ain't no lying or fiction, up in me please
I don't exaturrate the price, it was fifteen G's
When they ask, about the colored diamonds in the piece
Yeah I'm one of the richest, Southern niggaz in these streets
Yeah I'm candy flipper, you can have a picture
While I pose like a playa, by the candy with ya
Koopa never have no time, for no panty pinchers
My nigga, how come you ain't take me to Miami with ya
It's a couple haters out there, that won't let me be
I feel like yelling F' the radio, like SPC
The movie room in my crib, got a empty sweet
I'm with Sway, I'm getting interviewed by MTV
Yeah I'm ill at rapping, but I'm still not capping
Ain't touched a damn drug, and he still ain't trapping
I don't change don't sleep, cause Chamil' ain't napping
Stop acting like platinum, with Chamil' can't happen
I'm a Northside rider, ain't got to worry
Cause the major deal, is not about to turn me
Yeah the controversy, ain't about to hurt me
I don't play no games, like I forgot my jersey
Still ride around the city, with none of my niggaz with me
Still ride for H-Town, if don't none of these niggaz feel me
Ain't gotta like me, or have none of these niggaz hit me
I'ma be the MVP, if don't none of these niggaz pick me
A lot of rumors in the streets, ain't none of it really pretty
Getting money, makes all of the drama seem itty-bitty
Pick a click, I don't hang with none of these niggaz really
But I'm glad that the majors, is running up in the city cause I'm
[Hook - 4x]
[Lil' Flip]
Ever since 1999, I had diamonds in my grill
You just rapping that ain't platinum, homie you need to chill
Cause you embarrassing Texas, nigga you ain't trill
Nigga you been on my dick, way befo' you got your deal
These rappers finally get some fame, and think they got it locked
After your album flop, nigga you gon be on Koch
My gear clean, from my ear rings to my pinky ring
If you ain't spend thirty, boy tuck in your piece and chain (Southside)
[Hook - 4x]
[Z-Ro]
Blucker-blucker-blucker, that's how my gun go
If I'm looking agitated, bitch you better run hoe
I use to do the baguettes, but now I'm VS-1's though
Princess cuts straight up and down, Johnny done those
I got loud ice, just like Paul Wall
Shining down South, brighter than all y'all
When it's time to get your jewelry done, who do y'all call
Cause you fellas ain't shining at all, check me out
On the first and fifteenth, I'm some'ing like a pimp
Even with a suspended license, still finna flip
Ain't no limit to this cash, ain't nothing I can't get
Five deuce Hoover cause, ain't nothing like a Crip
Ride with a Revolve', I don't fuck with clips
These roach ass niggaz, trying to make me bust my chips
But I'm not a bank, I don't even trust my bitch
I'm from the South, and I got diamonds in my mouth
[Hook - 3x]
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*}
chamillionaire - hate it or love it
(*talking*)
Ha-ha whoo, Southern Smoke
You're in the presence of the finest
I ain't gotta say it, you know who this is
DJ Smallz (Chamillitary mayn)
They pointing at me Smallz, man on fire
I'm not that bad right Smallz, ha-ha let's go
[Chamillionaire]
They could tell I was built to last, by the way I handled my past
Man it's gotta be hard, you giving haters a pass
I know, I should put a foot up your ass
Your realness been revoked, it's time to take off the mask
Yeah, cause I'ma show you how to do the game
Y'all ain't making no sense, like Pootie Tang
You doing what, well gon ahead and do your thang
After that comes the bang, like Coota mayn
Cooler than the cooler man, cause I'm not scary
Real recognize real, nigga I'm very
I ain't gotta chase shows, ain't necessary
Still wanna pay, to get me booked like a library
Dreams of being rich, turned to reality
Mo' money mo' problems, I'm rich and that's nigga's mad at me
If I was still broke, niggaz would see a badder me
Destiny is what it is, and what it had to be
Sipping Hennessey, with nothing to chase
And I fold him, like the stacks of money up in my safe
Use to say that I was rude, putting boys in they place
Back when Note and Flip, was putting diamonds up in they face
I was telling boys, F' you pay me
The whisper in my ear, was saying the same baby
Ok (ok), you crazy
For thinking I'ma sit here, and let you degrade me
In this story, I was looking like the bad guy
Everybody pointing fingers at me, when I pass by
So I must be the bad one, and that's why
I throw up the middle, when I use to tell they ass hi
But no, no Mr. Rogers here
You gotta love the way I rep, but you ain't gotta cheer
I'm in a Swiss hotel, is there a problem here
Compliment your Cris', you can sip because we're out of beer
Yeah, never cared for the Michelob
Put the bigger karat in my ear, couldn't fit my lobe
Tell my chick to come here, then I flip the strobe
Light cause tonight, is the night where you forget your clothes
After that, it's right back to going after cash
Then it's back to going hard, on the bastard ass
Murk him lyrically, or I can give that ass a pass
You're in the scope, like the staff down with Aftermath
[Hook]
Hate it or love it, "Sound of Revenge" gon drop
And I bet every dot, I will silence that talk
Houston's MVP, the ruler of the game is me
Chamillitary nigga, we will see
(*talking*)
Hol' up back at it again, it's your host for this evening
Chamillitary nigga, and we letting y'all know right now
This is the only tape, you should be playing
In your speakers right now, Southern Smo- (*coughing*)
chamillionaire - think i m crazy
(feat. Natalie)
[Chorus: Natalie]
I want to know who you are but you still look very nice
So will you talk to me?
Should I tell you a story? Should I tell you a treat?
They think I'm crazy, They don't understand how I feel
[Verse 1: Chamillionaire]
See, it started off as just a simple conversation I gave her
The name of my record company, (Oh your a sanger)
I said my name's Chamillionaire and I'm a rap entertainer
(Oh you that guy they talking bout when they be whisperin, 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
And like your gonna buy me another drink, yeah would you like a seat?)
I tell the boy the same hennessey on ice for me
Her drink starts emptying as she's pouring 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 hennessey 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"
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Chamillionaire]
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 a 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 rings on her finger
Told me she was langin 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 dime, 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 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)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Chamillionaire]
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 decieving like she knew he was foul
Look closer, you'll see a coward who uses a smile's 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 missin 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 talkin 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
The poison's 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 least
Baby I think you crazy, Sorry I'm pressing for time
I gotta go grind, time's putting to resting
Now I'm sweating and stressing, this girl's got me guessing
That this conversation is two types of evil confession
And 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
chamillionaire - silence
[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
Hmm
I chased that paper it was never fame
Now they done finally let a playa in the game
And when they ask you will you ever change
Noo, you say you know I can't
And then they see you pull up in the range
Now everybodies sayin they the reason mayne
But if you wasn't with me when I came
Noo, this is a private plane
Noo way, noo wayy
Ya can't goo this is a private plane
Noo way, noo wayy
Ya can't goo this is a private plane
[Chamillionaire:]
I've takin losses but it's not right now it's in the past
We watching tv watchin tony make that gangsta cash
Wouldn't let you roll even if you told me you would take my bags
I bein a boss I cut some off just know it ain't the last
They know I'm right they know I might say that I hate to brag
You facing forward while you fly I fly while facing back
Just think about it if you don't get it then I don't think you had
You probably new to this while my stewardess up here making crab
I got a number on the plane but I ain't gave it out
Cause I know you'd probably call wih nothin great to talk about
I pull my laptop out to log into my bank account
She was standing so close you would think that we were makin out
[Curren$y:]
Uh, Yea
As the joint burns, to the point that it's stinging my fingers
Tracks my talk show platform
Part Phil Donahue part Jerry Springer
Momma come when I bring her
She go where I send her
Kept it trill from the beginning
From square 1 maintain square business
Don't concern yourself with my minglin with other bitches
So crafty, mastered the flow Alaska cold
Silent foot assassin approach
High when I stroll
Not even leaving foot prints in the snow
You know
[Chorus]
[Chamillionaire:]
Uh
I'm sitting back above the clouds I'm in my boss chair
She tryin ta tell me that man done bought her 4 pairs
Of shoes for her she say jaceppis I say oh yea
I say that's great I'm straight like unbraided horse hair
You know the reason why they gettin a divorce, yea
You know the reason they ain't having intercourse, yea
I know I think she think I'll get her in the source, well
If money talks these losers must of lost there voice, wheere
Is it, is it cause most of these folks just after fame
Most of these brauds that's on my knob is only after change
I come around I swear I bet that she won't act the same
I disappear go poof I bet that she gon act the same
You probably think Chamillionaire my real name huh
I pull up, pull up then I open up the range door
I never ever come and get her in my main car
They handcuffin I just cut em like a chainsaw
Gangsta
[Chorus]
[Wiz Khalifa:]
And still them clowns imitate him
Ain't even out of town, we feel like we on vacation
Bottles of champagne a lot of sour inspiration
Cabin of my plane rolling j's waiting for takeoff
Put in nothing but hardwork because it pays off, fool
She in the mood for jet infused music
Nothing like the rest of these niggas
R. I. p. when I'm done lay the rest of these niggas
[Chorus]
[Chamillionaire:]
Noo wayy, noo
You can't roll this is a private plane
Noo wayy, noo
You can't roll this is a private plane
chamillionaire - hero
[Intro:]
I'm ready to get it started
You betta tell em the hardest
You hate on me then you retarded
I'ma get mine regardless
[Chorus:]
I'm seein the rap the games needin me to come back to the mixtapes and relieve them
Fans geekin and rap sales peakin sayin they need of someone to believe in
I'm seein that they ain't me and wreck Polow beat for no apparent reason
And I think it's huntin season
So I'm cockin back and squeezin
[Verse 1:]
Look at the fans talkin bout who spit better lines
I don't know what they doin but prepare for mines
I don't just spit a line better than Kevin Federline
You better tell I'm really better than who ever rhyme
Hold up let me out this chair
Hear y'all talkin bout ya hustles ain't no profit there
hear ya talkin bout ya deals but that ain't profit square
Y'all get lil' royalties I get profit share
What up Fifty, what up Buck, what up Lupe, what up Game
What up Jeezy, what up Luda; what up T.I., what up Wayne
Just cuz I say they name don't mean I'm insane
Cuz I'm shoutin out all the artists that make me step up my game
If I say I'm better than 50 his fans gonna complain
If I say I'm better than Wayne his fans will do the same
I don't wanna ruffle feathers so maybe I should explain
Maybe it's M.O.E. "Me Over Everythang"
I'm better than you know who so better that it's a shame
I'm better than Lil' Mama I'm better Lil' Zane
I'm better than Lil' Blang imbead it in your brain
I'm better than every rapper that rap with a little name
You should be pissed that I'm pissed
I know some of my past records was a hit or miss
Don't try to twist up my ish and twist it into a diss
If you gon' twist up what said then you should twist it this
Lauren London can get kissed on the lips
And Bill O' Reilly and Don Imus can get hit with a fist
Hakeem I'm the dream stop missin the swish
And MTV my name is what ya missed on the list
Wait let me rewind I really don't want them
To think I'm tryin to diss I really just want them
To know I'm not the type that will take Lauren to London
Matter fact Lauren be lucky if I take her to lunch man
It's the King of the Hill from the Land trill
What up Elise can't you see I'm movin in for the kill
Either I could drop one song a year like a skillz
Or we could get off in the streets it's time to pay these bills
Gas prices gettin high and I'm knowin I got a fleet
I'm Skinny than a mutha I'm knowin I gotta eat
So any rapper out here that no that they got a beat
Better never ever allow the instrumental to leak
I'm in the studio everyday and I'm lettin 'em loose
Black and Decker in the trunk it ain't nothin but tools
Wanna run a money marathon it ain't nothin to prove
My closet lookin like a stadium it's nothin but shoes
Jae Millz I ain't forgot about the cover you gave me
I appreciate it G I'm still one of them crazy
Rebels out the Texas and I'm runnin 'em daily
Now I'm back off in the streets like F you pay me
For jackin the Texas swagger Famous hand me the dagger
Nah nevermind cuz these fakers don't even matter
[Chamillionaire Speaking:]
Mixtape Messiah 4 august 27th
And this just a throw away
I got a drive full of 'em let's go
[Verse 2:]
Yeah they get offended by words but you can tell it's fear
They say ball 'til you fall the fall is never near
They all say that they ball but who you tellin dear
I manage a whole lotta money like Kenneth Crear
Manage a whole lotta money like Shaka Zulu
You think that I ain't good at Ramen you out ya noodle
Safe sex mayne ya label tryin to prostitute you
I'm on the grind up earlier than the cockadoodle
What up Killer Mike it's grind time mayne
Rap game in my aim I'm like bang bang bang
Only rappers gettin mad the ones who can't maintain
Now the rap is gettin back to the mixtapes mayne
First they tried to hate when I left said I'm history
Came back they tellin me they miss me
Twenty g's for this watch are you sick G
A .com on my arm this is 50
Hataz talkin actin like they some motormouths
And I'ma automatic start and turn ya motor off
Crib Big MTV can't even show the house
Cuz it would take 30 minutes for them to show the couch
F sales (what ya mean?) bank account is great
Wreckin it since '98 and never took a break
Until recently throwin my rob back in the lake
Rap game tried to give me kibbles till I took the stake
Stop barkin baby I'm not starvin
Gettin bucks you crazy I'm millwalkin
Ya concience is talkin about caution
Slit ya wrist (slit) I'm Sharper than Al Sharpton
Koopa, Easy
chamillionaire - my dream
[Intro Akon + (Chamillionaire)]
See I remember I was just loner
(I was just a loner, I was just a loner)
(But I told them haters) "Look at me!"
(I dream, you Dream, We all Dream big dreams)
(I dream, you Dream, We all Dream big dreams)
I'm on top permanently but I stay in the streets (Harmony baby)
And I won't stop bringin that heat
It's my dream (I said it's my dream)
I said it's my dream... ooh
[Verse 1 Chamillionaire]
Big as Barack Obama soon as he hit that podium
Always speakin that real these rappers is Nickelodeons
Say he ain't got the streets look at them killers voting him
Periodically charting music be mixed with sodium (chemistry)
See they hate him and they love him like he Kobe
And he just be getting money while haters be out there promoting him
Pick a Mixtape Messiah then open it and you'll notice him
Cuz he be talkin trash like he want to be a custodian
The God of mixtapes make sure that your kids blessed
You think that I sweat money the way that the kid dress
Show them I get checks just look at the wrist (Yes!)
My jewels the color of urine just give me a piss test
I'm so unsanitary my heater is in a corner
Diamonds always exposed I roll with that Arizona
Heater be hibernating come wake it up if you wanna
Doctor resuscitating to wake you up from a coma (Clear!)
Same channel no it sure can't be I'm so HD and you just so ain't me
Album coming soon just like o-k-c money music to my ears DO-RE-MI(Haha)
Ridin with no rims I call it t-shirt with no panties on
Threw some rims on it now it got some chrome pajamas on
Pull up to the club no we ain't gonna make it belly storm
It's going to be a 100 percent chance of rain on every arm
Killin the mic you ain't half as dope
I'm the coldest underground need a casket coat
I'm bout to snatch the whole game from you bastards
So I'll probably write my next verse on a ransom note goodbye
[Chorus Akon (Chamillionaire)]
Yall remember I was just a loner hanging on the corner (Corner)
Now take look at me (Look at me)
Big bossin steady stackin chips never thought that I would see this shit
Now I'm on top permanently but I stay in the streets
And I won't stop bringin that heat
It's my dream (I said it's my dream)
I said it's my dream... ooh
[Verse 2 Chamillionaire]
Standing up to drama my posture is like a mobster
Frazier to a hater I'll box you like a boxer
Money don't change my thoughts you're an imposter
Thought you passed me but I caught you like I gotcha
Koopa my metaphor is a metaphor
That symbolizes each metaphor like a metal door(Hard!)
And yall need to put up a better score
We making A's and we grading you with the letter four
I mean the letter F-O-U-R
Tryin to say you a G?! I'm like Oh-you-are?
Don't be talkin all them lies like I don't know you boy
Don't be talkin all them lies like I can't show you boy (Yea)
Put your money up and you can really get beat
Like blacks getting pulled over by Philly police
I just made a Hundred thousand to put in my piece
In what seems like a year but it was really a week
Ain't Lil Troy but I wanted to be a "baller"
Money on the line let me holler at the caller
Bow to the man forgiveness from the Father
For waking my eye at one of Reverend Run's daughters
Koopa and they respecting it highly
I came in to the game they did their best to deny me
Hungry CEO success is salami
Success was on the sandwich and it was yellin out "Try me!"
After that Ra-ta-ta-ta murder she wrote
K-Slay and DJ Drama said "I heard that he dope"
Chamillionaire.com done the fanbase is a cult
L-M-A-O your fanbase is a joke (Haha!)
Laugh while I bask stacks of that cash
Every time I wreck so they ask for that crash
See the airbag, the Jag, the lac cash
Try to say that I be preaching well pastor is now mad
I'll make Reverend Run move and that a step to the left
Cuz I'm the best of both me's that's the best and the best
It's the Mixtape God put the rest of them to rest
Press pause for the Gob and confess that your blessed
[Chorus Akon (Chamillionaire)]
Yall remember I was just a loner hanging on the corner (Corner)
Now take look at me (Look at me)
Big bossin steady stackin chips never thought that I would see this shit
Now I'm on top permanently but I stay in the streets
And I won't stop bringin that heat
It's my dream (I said it's my dream)
I said it's my dream... ooh
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