Chamillionaire - You've Got Mail Lyrics

You've Got Mail Lyrics - Chamillionaire

You've Got Mail

[Chamillionaire]
A walkin' holiday, my nickname is Ballaween
*whistles* plop, watch out for the fallin' screens
Got more green then a seattle supersonic sweater letter
Ice is nothin' but light like the weight of a feather
My ring is a prostitute, my princess cut slut
Stick ya finger in her butt and it'll cost 10 bucks
Ice crushed like a slush but it ain't nothin' to we
If a nigga walk into a store and spend less then a G
Like shaggy, it wasn't me, that's somethin' you'll never see
See I see more ice then crushed ice in a icee
Matter-fact if my rap were wack, I'd still make stacks
Could go platinum if I dissed every city on every track
If I was born with a mean midget attached to my arm
I'd still be the one that hoes wanna take to the prom
Mad 'cause you get as many girls as a gang full of gay boys
My trunk got more bump then a ass full of himroids
I'ma, trade in a benz for a pinto with no rims
And ask the hoes again "You still wanna be friends?"
It seems like all them haters been hatin' us lately
Because we get more icing then donuts and pastries
100 G's or 8 G's, don't matter I'll make G's
We make more dough then Keebler elves in bakery's
Don't hate me, hate the game
Don't hate that we make change
Chamillionaire came through and I'll correct your brain

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Chamillionaire - You Must Be Crazy Lyrics

You Must Be Crazy Lyrics - Chamillionaire

(feat. Lil Ken)

[Intro: Chamillionaire]
Chamillionaire's so - crazy
Look at the face of the media like you - crazy
You thought I'd fall, I'm sorry dawg ya - crazy
Mirror mirror on the wall, you are - crazy
I wonder if it's still called memory loss
if you can't remember the last time you lost, ha ha

[Chamillionaire]
Yeah, the only time I lose is when it's my memory
Haters comin around here, talkin about "Remember me?"
Nah, amnesia, Cham leader apparently
You are just a follower now I'm about to set a speed
that they can't keep up with, no one ahead of me
Victory is just, what I said that I can achieve
Bout to be trouble, you scared? I think you'd better leave
Hope you don't have asthma, ah-ahm, go 'head and breathe

Yeah, pull out your inhaler (go 'head and breathe)
You gon' have to catch your breath for this one
This the victory lap

Yeah, garage lift up, it'll create some enemies
Got the S-S in the middle of it like Tennessee
Sorry but the Ferrari there isn't friend-ly
The engine be runnin (PYOON!) like it's {?} keys
If she a freak don't handcuff her, just let her be
Get your G's like five letters after the letter B
Photocopy could possibly find a better me
Hot like two letters after the letter C
In the name of gang that's BEEN runnin the game
Help me explain and tell 'em, Chamillitary mayne

[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
I am a hustler, you gotta pay me
No time to sleep, I'm in the streets on the daily
When you a hustler, no bein lazy
I got it whenever you need it just page me
Hustler music, hustler music
Hustler music, I'm hustlin music
You thinkin, you thinkin I'ma lose baby
Either you stupid or you gotta be crazy, crazy

[Chamill] Ha ha (Famous) you ready Famous?
[Lil Ken] Hold up, I gotta take these 20 G's and take it to the bank G
[Chamill] Aight fo' sho' I got it
[Lil Ken] Hold up (YEAH!)

[Chamillionaire]
The Hype Williams to y'all rookies, you know that this is
a motion picture so SICK that I call it motion sickness
Jonathan Manyon the manuscript, so hold your pictures
Just like you're posin for strippers and tryin to show your riches
Materialistic I got a lot of material
Umm, I got a lot of... uhh, Cham-nesia
I probably break up with my own self and go solo
Versus for promo, Oh no

[Lil Ken]
I'm a monster, up and cummin like dicks, no homo
A lil' too gangsta for them flicks, no photos
I'm high like gas, rose sticks and blow dodo
Hahaha, that Texas {shit}, fa sho' though
Fresh off the underground circuit
Straight into this overground circus (clown ass)
I'ma do numbers like the lotto
Shoot 'tron straight out the bottle
You not lookin at a role model
So, I say it one time and one time only (say it)
Not your buddy, not your pal or your homie
You know me (ha ha)

[Chorus w/ ad libs]

[Chamillionaire]
I'm like Bruh Man on the fifth flo'
'Cept I'm comin in through the front do'
I ain't gotta use the window - let's go!

Now please pass my passport because I'm it
I got groupies with longer hair than Cousin It
Brazilian ladies who tell me, "This bra just doesn't fit"
Twins in two rooms tryin to make me double dip
Shoulda known I would win, yeah, you thought you had it (what?)
Like my cars and my weapon that is automatic

This the part of the horror flick, where the white lady trips and falls
And me and Famous escape with the millions, ha ha

[Lil Ken]
Two heavyweights from the Lone Star State
And if 30's the new 20, I been hot since 8
Me flop just wait, not turn blue {nigga}
Tell 'em I'm FAMOUS, thought I was a new {nigga}
Thought you knew {nigga}, when I'm applyin pressure
The brothers play the back lookin like some rhymin extras
Cause I'm the star of the movie, can't move me
Don't try either, either
I'ma roast you then +Bak-er+ like Anita
{Fuck} hot, my records got the fever - stop actin like a diva!
They tellin Cham how they feelin me
I'm a universal asset, your whole team liabilities
So I ain't finna leave, so you ain't finna breathe
Cause I can cut it up or keep it cool like the winter breeze
My piece and chain symbolize respect
My mouthpiece symbolize a check, yup (Chamillitary mayne)
No kids here so how you gon' play me?
Boy tryin to cash out so how you gon' pay me? (hold up)

[Chorus - first 1/2]

[Chamillionaire]
No time to sleep I gotta keep goin
The hustler of all hustlers, I say it's somethin I borrow
Sell night to the day and then sell today to tomorrow
(No money don't even bother) Got some paper then call up
Call George Bush's daughter I sell her Katrina water (why?)
Just to get at her father, just so they have some evidence
I'm slick enough to take precedence from the president
America's worst nightmare is right here
I stay sizzlin like flares, look up, PYOON!
It's quite clear it's my year 'til I hear
Somebody's smoother then I'm the ruler, I'm like - where
is he at? Just let me know, I'ma bury him
under the rocks in the bottom of my aquarium
The chances of me losin this time are very slim
If he was bright then I'm turnin him down to very dim
If it ain't me in the sequel then there will be no sequel
You know the obvious reason is cause there is no equal

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Chamillionaire - You Gotta Love Me Lyrics

You Gotta Love Me Lyrics - Chamillionaire

(Rasaq Chorus)
(You And You And You And You And Your Gon Your Gon Your Gon Your Gon you're Gonna Love Me)
Sittin Back Huh? Waitin For You To Act
Tryin To Speak A Niggas Name In Your Rap Huh
Till We Run You Out The Game Get Your Raps Took
Don't Remember A Niggas Name Not A Fact
Snitchin On Your Own Gang Thinkin that's Hood
Tryin To Diss The Color Change But can't Rap Good
Tryin To Say They Run The Game Got It Backwards
Cause The Almighty Color Change Aint Havin That Huh
(You And You And You And You And Your Gon Your Gon Your Gon Your Gon you're Gonna Love Me)

(Chamillionaire Verse)

For Runnin These Gimmick Niggas Out Of The Game
I don't Need A Reason Cause It Was Time For A Change
For Havin The Nuts To Diss You Speakin Your Name
Instead Of Subliminals Like I Aint To Blame
For Switchin The Style Up Now I Speak With A Purpose
Instead Of Just Speakin About My Rims In My Verses
The Fake Shall Fall And The Real Shall Rise To The Surface
I Bought Your Cd But The Purchase Was Worthless
The Hottest Buzz Along With Bun B And Me Truthfully
Only Niggas With A Buzz As Big As Gorilla Mob, Slim Thug And Boosie
Im Tired Of The Gimmicks, I Am The Realest Yall Niggas Is Goofy
I Miss That U.G.K. Free That Pimp C, Man Let The Truth Free
I Heard That E.S.G. Fixin To Drop Scarface The Truth See
If It Aint In The Same Sentence As Niggas that's Real It don't Include Me
Were Gettin The Money They Thought I Was Through Until 1 2 3
I Drop My DVD So Im A Baller You Got Hoop Dreams

(Chamillioanire Talking)

And It Aint A Shot At Paul don't Try That Nigga. I Wouldve Said His Name.

(Rasaq Chorus)
(You And You And You And You And Your Gon Your Gon Your Gon Your Gon you're Gonna Love Me)
Sittin Back Huh? Waitin For You To Act
Tryin To Speak A Niggas Name In Your Rap Huh
Till We Run You Out The Game Get Your Raps Took
Don't Remember A Niggas Name Not A Fact
Snitchin On Your Own Gang Thinkin that's Hood
Tryin To Diss The Color Change But can't Rap Good
Tryin To Say They Run The Game Got It Backwards
Cause The Almighty Color Change Aint Havin That Huh
(You And You And You And You And Your Gon Your Gon Your Gon Your Gon you're Gonna Love Me)

(Rasaq Verse)

Im Sittin Back While You Drap And You Act
Like Yo Niggas Sellin Crack On The Tidwell And The Trap
You Aint Done Nuthin Or Seen It, Im Tired Of These Gimmick G's
Only Time You Used The Triple Beam Was In Chemistry
Ask Anybody I Remember It Vividly
You Was At The Gas Station Pasing And Soliciting
Dissin Me? This Pussy Is A Peon
Before You Rapped With Watts You Was In A Purple Neon
When He Speak you'll Be Sayin That it's Hate
How Could I Let A Pussy Nigga Rep For My State?
This Nigga Said He The King Of The Streets
So Ima Speak Now Not Forever Hold My Peace
It Aint Just Him Man A Bunch Of Niggas Weak
They Could Say It Over Beats, But Wont Say It In The Streets
And If Yo Niggas Fail They Put You On Your Feet
And When They Call Your Cell it's A Message And A Beep

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Chamillionaire - You Got Wrecked Lyrics

You Got Wrecked Lyrics - Chamillionaire

(Mike Jones Insert)
I step in the club, and I'm throwing up my set
Cup-Cup purple barre, and my car candy red
I got special effects surroundin' my neck

[Chamillionaire]
No-No you don't nigga, Dike Jones just got wrecked
When I step in the club, you breaking yo neck
You know why I'm here, to take my respect
You can't get next, I came to plex
So call up Dike Jones and tell him he just got wrecked

(DJ Michael Watts Insert)
Hoe ass niggaz, guess I gotta remind you
All them hoe ass niggas, that I'm one of a kind
(Repeat 4x - *Chopped Up*)

(Chamillionaire: Talking Over Insert)
Hoe ass nigga..I tryed to let that nigga slide..man
Got respect for Watts and the House man
But nah man, hoe ass nigga, niggaz gotta get dealt with man
Out there bumpin' they gums, talkin' all that noise nigga

[Verse 1: Chamillionaire]
-It's King Koopa..ay
I got em' scramblin', I know he feel the pressure to cheat
But I can handle him, that hoe gon' show respect to the chief
He the King of Who?, King of What?, Sesame Street
I lay you out over some beef like some sesame seeds
Meet you half-way, it's like I'm interceptin' ya beef
Await on my front-lawn, like I'm expectin' ya beef
I know that Dike Mike, wanna turn the plex into peace

But I can't (Why?), I threw away my weapon reciept
I'm bout to get him, just when he thought Koopa was in neutral
Scrap or keep it on wax, don't matter whatever suits ya
I don't know Dre, but ay I wouldn't introduce ya
I drop a beat down on ya ass like a producer
Future?, nah cuz I won't let you have next
I bet he e-mail me and try to send me internet threats
Go and pop some damn X, go and pop some Zanex
Do something better with ya life and go and have some hand sex
You ain't bringin' Cham' plex, you on a pharmaceutical
What type of fool is you? I'ma suit you for your funeral
A bunch of niggaz hit me sayin' what they wanna do to you
Don't worry, I won't let em' shoot at you, until I through with you

(Mike Jones Insert)
I step in the club, and I'm throwin' up my set
Cup-Cup purple barre, and my car candy red
I got special effects surroundin' my neck

[Chamillionaire]
No-No you don't nigga, Dike Jones just got wrecked
When I step in the club, you breakin' yo neck
You know why I'm here, to take my respect
You can't get next, I came to plex
So call up Dike Jones and tell him he just got wrecked

(DJ Michael Watts Insert)
Hoe ass niggaz, guess I gotta remind you
All them hoe ass niggaz, that I'm one of a kind
(Repeat 4x - *Chopped Up*)

(Chamillionaire: Talking Over Insert)
Hoe ass nigga..shoulda known that nigga was fraud man
Niggaz was tellin' me that that nigga was fraud, and I was defendin' that
Nigga man
Shoulda known better man, should seen it, should seen it comin'
Fraud ass nigga, gotta new name nigga, Dike Jones!

[Verse 2: Chamillionaire]
-Yeah!
Chamillionaire the biggest threat to any nigga that think he doin' it
I gave you life, but I'll take it back, before your through with it
I gave you plenty chances, but now it's over you ruined it
Swisha House before you, and Koopa was your influence kid
You was on Tidwell, tryna slang me your raps
Got in the game, and then you switched it to slangin' some crack
I ain't a pussy trust that, it ain't no thang to attack
And it ain't no thang to react, the heater sang and go clap
Ain't no explainin' for that, you get lit up like a candle
Give you more then a sample, bet that nigga get trampled
Make that dike an example, kiddie clubs gonna ban you
They gon' have to cancel his show on the disney channel
He hated on Magno, see people never noticed him
He talked down on his boy to me, while doin' shows with him
Said the streets ain't feelin' him, how could you even know it
When you got your wack ass rap style from Nickolodean
Who? Dike Jones, Who? Dike Jones
Wrote his name and his number on his Swisha House thong
Who? Dike Jones, Who? Dike Jones
Ain't with ya team but still the King of the Swisha House throne

(Mike Jones Insert)
I step in the club, and I'm throwin' up my set
Cup-Cup purple barre, and my car candy red
I got special effects surroundin' my neck

[Chamillionaire]
No-No you don't nigga, Dike Jones just got wrecked
When I step in the club, you breakin' yo neck
You know why I'm here, to take my respect
You can't get next, I came to plex
So call up Dike Jones and tell him he just got wrecked

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Chamillionaire - You Got Wrecked (mike Jones Diss) Lyrics

You Got Wrecked (mike Jones Diss) Lyrics - Chamillionaire

(Mike Jones Insert)
I step in the club, and I'm throwin' up my set
Cup-Cup full of bar, and my car candy red
I got special effects surroundin' my neck

[Chamillionaire]
No-No you don't nigga, Dike Jones just got wrecked
When I step in the club, you breakin' yo neck
You know why I'm here, to take my respect
You can't get next, I came to plex
So call up Dike Jones and tell him he just got wrecked

(Slim Thug Insert)
Hoe ass niggaz, yes I gotta remind
All them hoe ass niggaz that I'm one-of-a-kind
(Repeat 4x - *Chopped Up*)

(Chamillionaire: Talking Over Insert)
Hoe ass nigga..I tryed to let that nigga slide..man
Outta respect for Watts and the House man
But nah man, hoe ass nigga, nigga's gotta get dealt with man
Out there bumpin' they gums, talkin' all that noise nigga
-It's King Koopa..ay

[Verse 1: Chamillionaire]
I got em' scramblin', I know he feel the pressure to cheat
But I can handle him, that hoe gon' show respect to the chief
He the King of Who?, King of What?, Sesame Street
I'll lay you out over some beef like some sesame seeds
Meet you half-way, it's like I'm interceptin' ya beef
Await on my front-lawn, like I'm expectin' ya beef
I know that Dike Mike, wanna turn the plex into piece
But I can't (Why?), I threw away my weapon reciept
I'm bout to get him, just when he thought Koopa was a neutral
Scrap or keep it on wax, don't matter whatever suits ya
I don't know Dre, but ay I wouldn't introduce ya
I'll drop a beat down on ya ass like a producer
Future?, nah 'cause I won't let you have next
I bet he e-mail me and try to send me internet threats
Go and pop some damn X, go and pop a Zanex
Do something better with ya life and go and have some hand sex
You ain't bringin' Cham' plex, you on a pharmaceutical
What type of fool is you? I'ma suit you for your funeral
A bunch of niggaz hit me sayin' what they wanna do to you
Don't worry, I won't let em' shoot at you, until I through with you

(Mike Jones Insert)
I step in the club, and I'm throwin' up my set
Cup-Cup full of bar, and my car candy red
I got special effects surroundin' my neck


No-No you don't nigga, Dike Jones just got wrecked
When I step in the club, you breakin' yo neck You know why I'm here, to take my respect
You can't get next, I came to plex
So call up Dike Jones and tell him he just got wrecked

(Slim Thug Insert)
Hoe ass niggaz, yes I gotta remind you
All them hoe ass niggaz that I'm one-of-a-kind
(Repeat 4x - *Chopped Up*)

(Chamillionaire: Talking Over Insert)
Hoe ass nigga..shoulda known that nigga was fraud man
Niggaz was tellin' me that that nigga was fraud, and I was defendin' that
Nigga man
Shoulda known better man, should seen it, should seen it comin'
Fraud ass nigga, gotta new name nigga, Dike Jones!

[Verse 2: Chamillionaire]
-Yeah!
Chamillionaire the biggest threat to any nigga that think he doin' it
I gave you life, but I'll take it back, before your through with it
I gave you plenty chances, but now it's over you ruined it
Swishahouse before you, and Koopa was your influence kid
You was on Tidwell, tryna slang me your raps
Got in the game, and then you switched it to slangin' some crack
I ain't no pussy trust that, it ain't no thang to attack
And it ain't no thang to react, the heater sang and go clap
Ain't no explainin' for that, you get lit up like a candle
Give you more then a sample, bet that nigga get trampled
Make that dike an example, kiddie clubs gonna ban you
They gon' have to cancel his show on the disney channel
He hated on Magno, said people never noticed him
He talked down on his boy to me, while doin' shows with him
Said the streets ain't feelin' him, how could you even know it
When you got your wack ass rap style from Nickolodean
Who? Dike Jones, Who? Dike Jones
Wrote his name and his number on the Swishahouse stone
Who? Dike Jones, Who? Dike Jones
Ain't with ya team but still the King of the Swishahouse throne

(Mike Jones Insert)
I step in the club, and I'm throwin' up my set
Cup-Cup full of bar, and my car candy red
I got special effects surroundin' my neck

[Chamillionaire]
No-No you don't nigga, Dike Jones just got wrecked
When I step in the club, you breakin' yo neck
You know why I'm here, to take my respect
You can't get next, I came to plex
So call up Dike Jones and tell him he just got wrecked

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Chamillionaire - You Already Know Lyrics

You Already Know Lyrics - Chamillionaire

Boys in the hood 'bout making that pay
Stay underground (on the grind) every day all day
They don't say much but they mean what they say
What they mind on the money and the game don't play

(Paul Wall)
When the base going down better protect ya neck
Boys steady dripping when they gone off the wet, 'cause
Ya better swallow ya project
They have you scared to throw up ya hood on ya own set, 'cause
I'm talking bout those boys running from cops
They don't run they mouth, they too busy running they block
Ya better be fast thinking u can run from a glock
Snap, crackle, pop soon as u run up u get dropped
I know boys with out guns that'll still come jack you
Have you running from your car before they even attack you
If you scared you better not show it at all
Put a mug upon ya face like u ready to brawl
I know boys that's unemployed still working that work, patna (partner)
Curiosity will get boys hurt
You didn't see nothing, u didn't hear nothing, u don't know nothing
Spill ya beans they ready to blow something

(Chorus)
Oh no
When the lights off on the block

Don't go
Boys on the corner with glocks
Don't go
When ya hear shots in the parking lot
Don't go
It's about to go down
U ALREADY KNOW
(2X)

(Chamillionaire)
It's Koopa
Listen, here lizard, lizard, lizard
Say ya cocking and popping it
Say that ya glock a get
Unloaded leaving wet and suck in wash it get
Some nigga loading eject bullets like floppy disc
Some niggas talk like they will but they the opposite
Thugs and thieve with a dozen keys
Serve quarterpounders that don't come with cheese
Hustles breath with love with g's
And know they telling lies when they see the judge and plead You honor it wasn't me he get lock
And as soon as ya boy get hot
He start right where he stopped
Can't go on the block with a knot in ya sock and don't glock
Without making by way to getting got or get shot
Oh no
If ya scared to represent ya ghetto
Then don't throw
Up ya hood at all u ain't raw
Its going' show
We don't recognize real heated right
Just a little advice for the niggas living that life

(Chorus)
Oh no
When the lights off on the block

Don't go
Boys on the corner with glocks
Don't go
When ya hear shots in the parking lot
Don't go
It's about to go down
U ALREADY KNOW
(2X)

(Paul Wall)
I eat n sleep n shit n pour gin
My block be hotter than some muthafuckin pork skins
Ignore twin cause I be having attitudes
Ain't no such thing as gratitude on my avenue
Attitude adjustment we all need
I pray to lord two inch starters will in me
Come from the heart that's why boys are feeling me
I den whipped up soft and brought back some orgies
This is for my niggas in the jail, my niggas on probation
Knowing if they violate what kind of time they face
Hustling anyway minimum wage ain't nathin
You want cash right now, huh, fuck being patient
Live life every day like it's yo last day
Smoke some weed; dump your problems in the ashtray
On Sunday shine yo glass like cascade
Fuck moving slow, hop in the fast lane

(Chorus)
Oh no
When the lights off on the block

Don't go
Boys on the corner with glocks
Don't go
When ya hear shots in the parking lot
Don't go
It's about to go down
U ALREADY KNOW
(2X)

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Chamillionaire - Yall Aint Ready To Ball Lyrics

Yall Aint Ready To Ball Lyrics - Chamillionaire

Chorus: Big Moe]
They want me to sip drank and just roll with them
I ain't fuckin with y'all, 'cause y'all ain't ready to ball
They want me to hit the club and pull hoes with them
I ain't fuckin with y'all, 'cause y'all ain't ready to ball
They want me to pour out, some Rendo but nah
I ain't fuckin with y'all, 'cause y'all ain't ready to ball
They want me to grip grain and flip fo's with them
I ain't fuckin with y'all, 'cause y'all ain't ready to ball

[Chamillionaire]
You know, I'ma gold grinnin' young thugga
Hustlin' representin' for the
Gorillas and thugs sittin' pretty on the butta
Yokohama on the rubber, see I'm like no other
Girls see me on the block and just st-st-studder
See I'ma lover and a stunner, see I'm in love with my chips
But the ice on the wrist is a lil too cold to kiss
Can't fall in love with ya miss, 'cause my money be gettin' jealous
And that's the same reason I can be out hittin' licks with the fellas
Good-Lawd, I ain't with it, all though I hate to admit it
But if I go by myself and get it, I won't have to split it
So I'll be frontin' like I'm busy everytime that you call
'cause I can't be thuggin' with y'all, niggaz ain't bout paper at all
I can't be frontin' like I'm broke, niggaz can see I ain't broke
$1,000 worth of ice is glistenin' off of my rope
'cause ya out, smokin' ya dope and ya out puffin' ya 'jane
And ya out grippin ya grain, and I'm out spittin' my game, in the rain
Pimpin' ya dame, ya gots to be bout ya figgas
I run with the realest gorillas and the realest 20 inch wheelers
I'm not from Pittsburgh nigga, but I run with them Steelers
So hop in the 6 if ya wit us, if not mind ya own business
Just tell me where the money at, Chamill be gon' be right there
"Is that a 500 dollar bill", see I'ma be like 'yeah'
And you can call me out my name, Chamillion really don't care
I'm changin' my name from Chamillion to The Chamillionaire

[Chorus] w/ Chamillionaire ad-libs

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Chamillionaire - Y'all Ain't Ready 2 Ball Lyrics

Y'all Ain't Ready 2 Ball Lyrics - Chamillionaire

[Chorus: Big Moe]
They want me to sip drank and just roll with them
I ain't fuckin with y'all, 'cause y'all ain't ready to ball
They want me to hit the club and pull hoes with them
I ain't fuckin with y'all, 'cause y'all ain't ready to ball
They want me to pour out, some Rendo but nah
I ain't fuckin with y'all, 'cause y'all ain't ready to ball
They want me to grip grain and flip fo's with them
I ain't fuckin with y'all, 'cause y'all ain't ready to ball

[Chamillionaire]
You know, I'ma gold grinnin' young thugga
Hustlin' representin' for the
Gorillas and thugs sittin' pretty on the butta
Yokohama on the rubber, see I'm like no other
Girls see me on the block and just st-st-studder
See I'ma lover and a stunner, see I'm in love with my chips
But the ice on the wrist is a lil too cold to kiss
Can't fall in love with ya miss, 'cause my money be gettin' jealous
And that's the same reason I can be out hittin' licks with the fellas
Good-Lawd, I ain't with it, all though I hate to admit it
But if I go by myself and get it, I won't have to split it
So I'll be frontin' like I'm busy everytime that you call
'cause I can't be thuggin' with y'all, niggaz ain't bout paper at all
I can't be frontin' like I'm broke, niggaz can see I ain't broke
$1,000 worth of ice is glistenin' off of my rope
'cause ya out, smokin' ya dope and ya out puffin' ya 'jane
And ya out grippin ya grain, and I'm out spittin' my game, in the rain
Pimpin' ya dame, ya gots to be bout ya figgas
I run with the realest gorillas and the realest 20 inch wheelers
I'm not from Pittsburgh nigga, but I run with them Steelers
So hop in the 6 if ya wit us, if not mind ya own business
Just tell me where the money at, Chamill be gon' be right there
"Is that a 500 dollar bill", see I'ma be like 'yeah'
And you can call me out my name, Chamillion really don't care
I'm changin' my name from Chamillion to The Chamillionaire

[Chorus] w/ Chamillionaire ad-libs

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Chamillionaire - Wuz Up Wuz Up Lyrics

Wuz Up Wuz Up Lyrics - Chamillionaire

(*talking*)
Uh ha-ha, Play-N-Skillz
Big Tuck, Chamillionaire hey let's go

[Hook - 2x]
Haters we ain't scared of them, in the club we punish them
Promise we don't play with them, grab that thang and aim at them
Real throw your knuckles up, represent throw your cities up
Niggaz hating rough 'em up, represent throw it up

[Chamillionaire]
Chamillionaire till you see it, hey (don't forget the K)
Niggaz getting in the way, hey don't forget the K
I don't need to bring the K, I'm ready to knuckle up
Drop a beat down on him, like I'm Skillz and the Play
(got skills I don't play), I'ma hit him with the knuckle game
And then Rasaq, gonna hit him with another swang
The whole click, gonna hit him with another (bang)
Feeling dizzy, he can't remember his mother's name
(let me wake you up), let me refresh your memory
I can be your worst friend, Or your bestest enemy
Please tell him what he's guilty of ref, (a penalty)
Get hit so hard, you would think it's ten of me
(but what's the deal), my nigga hol' up
We fin to po' up, another cold cup
Is you ready to sell, (my nigga sho' nuff)
Cause D-Town to H-Town, got it (sowed up)
Go on throw up your hood, and I'ma know you real
Nigga show him your slug, (nigga show him your grill)
Them niggaz ain't looking for trouble, Over here
And I'm not Big Tuck, but so I'm so (for real)
If you blowing kill, but you know you trill
And you see the laws pull up, but you blowing still
(And they see your pinky ring), when you hold your wheel
Roll the window up on em, and go g'yeah-g'yeah

[Hook - 2x]

[Big Tuck]
This what we gotta do, dismantle you and your whole crew promise you
Stirring up beef like stew bitch nigga you, fuck what you going through
You'd think you in a zoo, how these bats and gorillas rush you
Stinking like jelly fish do, why whip one whip two
And I'ma hocus and beat you like Peru, we don't need clues where is my tools
Abric Diesel pants, matching my shoes
You niggaz know, that we're not here to lose
I'm finna send my hollow tips, trying to bruise
Whoa ride to the island of youth, fuck it choke him till he blue
Subtract two Cardier for your crew, doctors have work to do

Fuck it throw your cups up, you got money throw your bucks up
We done opened doors, we get them hoes up
Bout them bitches, throw your skirts up
Niggaz shine like a laser show, still counting money from two days ago
Bar tender get very violent mo', what kinda tracks everybody know

[Hook - 2x]

[Chamillionaire]
I don't mean, to interrupt
I'ma pass it to the Tuck, we gon po' another cup
We gon get a lot of hoes, we gon load 'em in the truck
Take 'em to the hotel, like what's up-what's up
Trying to deal with it, you gon have no luck
My patience get low, when my grands go up
No money up front, you gon have no us
We gon burn off the lot, like man hol' up
Cause I'm not a lame, I got the game
I start the swangs, hop out the lane
If you cock the thang, you better pop the thang
Or I'll knock your brain, up out your frame
Ain't real, them boys ain't true
Stick a fork in him, cause that boy there through
Don't worry bout that boy, if that boy ain't you
He a thing of the past, what that boy name

[Big Tuck]
Fuck it, po' it up then
Said what's up, let me see what click you in
You a bad bitch, let me see some skin
Pass then, pass then
Keep it popping, till the sun begin
Then find us a hotel, to check up in
Ja'causezi suite, room 20-10
Come on in, I see you brought your friend

[Chamillionaire]
Them boys, don't do it big as us
Them boys, ain't even real as us
But them boys over there, grilling us
So all my real niggaz, let's knuckle up
None of them niggaz, as true as us
Ain't nothing, they can do do us
What y'all niggaz wanna do, what's up
They ain't ready, for Chamillionaire and Tuck

What it is (what's up, what's up)
What it is (what's up, what's up)
What it is (what's up, what's up)
Who you with (Koopa, Big Tuck)
You already know it (what's up, what's up)
What it is (what's up, what's up)
What it is (what's up, what's up)
Who you with (Koopa, Big Tuck)
You already know it, g'yeah-g'yeah

(*talking*)
G'yeah G'yeah, Chamillionaire and Big Tuck
Y'all boys gon have to get your heart right mayn
Ready to knuckle up and tussle nigga
You already know it, Color Changin' Click

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Chamillionaire - Won't Let You Down Lyrics

Won't Let You Down Lyrics - Chamillionaire

[Intro]
It seems that there's a deadly virus that's sweeping through the urban community
The side effects cannot often be seen because your pockets will not turn green
Some thought that there was no vaccine, But it seems that we have a cure
Chamillitary Mayne
Get off your couch and go get it

[Chorus - sung]
I'm up early in the morning thinking bout getting this money
All I know is I gotta get that paper
The hustlers told me that I gotta 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 [4X]
I won't let you down

[Chamillionaire]
I'm up early than a mother, chasing mine cause I'm a hustler
Then tomorrow everything is gonna rewind
Only seven days a week and 24 hours a day
That ain't enough for me so I ain't wasting time
Cause only dreams come to sleepers and my life ain't getting cheaper
So you know them dollar signs, they on my mind
When they ask me where I'm goin? I say you already know
I'm bout to hit the streets and go and get what's mine, I won't let you down
Dreams of having finer things, Ridin blades and dreaming should
Make you wanna wake up and get it in real life than see the wood
In your grip, If you slip and don't grab what you see then good
Only place that you gonna be or ever see gonna be the hood

[Chorus]

[Chamillionaire]
Boy that word ain't no excuse, You know what it mean to me
It means you passing over opportunities repeatedly
Write it on a piece of paper, Only thing I see is P
That paper, paper, paper chaser, better thing for me to be
Nah, my services ain't for free, make that money multiply
Early in the morning I be gone, chase with me, it ain't gonna be no tie
Try to explain and give em game, I don't know why I even try
You do the same if you was I, but you are you so you gonna lie
Make em think that you got cash, tell them ladies you got slabs
Only thing you get is laughs, You can't even bring down half
Of the bill that's on that tab, Only thing wrong with being broke
Is staying broke and making excuses bout it like there ain't no hope

[Chorus]

[Chamillionaire]
I don't know how many times I gotta tell ya
In the hood, having no condition, I was having something
I remember it like it was yesterday
They was talking down on me and I lost a couple homies
I was getting mine while they used to play
They say I need to slow down but I ain't slowing down for nothing
I don't wanna let the paper get away
So when I'm in the streets grindin, ain't no need to be crying
The best way that you can help me is to pray I won't let you down
Partners that was getting lazy, Females that was acting crazy
Then promoters that tried to play me, Mixtape labels that didn't pay me
My old homies that ain't around me, Dissing rappers that came to find me
Major labels that didn't sign me, left all that nonsense behind me, I got paid

[Chorus]

[Outro]
See, rich people ain't going to tell you how to get paid
And broke people act like they the richest people in the world
Always tellin people with money how to get it
Always spendin money that they thought they was gonna get.
Always buying things they can't afford.
Stop making excuses.
If chronic smoke makes him sleepy, he's gonna tell ya he got chronic fatigue
If liquor makes him drowsy, he gonna say he got that grey goose disease
If women keep taking his money, he gonna tell ya he slipped off his sleeve
Whatever your weakness, stop making excuses please
You should not be in couch or in house, you should be in route
If you gotta ask where, then that's the reason you ain't got nothing
You don't know how to listen, go get it

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Chamillionaire - Won't Change Lyrics

Won't Change Lyrics - Chamillionaire

Downtown, living in that h-town
You know I love how you love to love me, baby

[Hook]
I ride for my home and state
Where we be riding vogues and swangs
And cups be overflowed with drank
No we don't care what people say
My city been through so much pain
They love me and I sure won't change

Won't change

[Verse 1: chamillionaire]
Music slow but I'm such a speeder
Tried to exit the feeder
Spotted me like a cheetah
Looked in the car and he asked me if I'm a dealer
Keep a tool and some screw so I told him I'm bob vila
Young tela feeling like derek jeter
I'll show your girl how I swing it as soon as I get to meet her
Hate on me from the rear while they playing follow the leader
All these caucasian (diamonds) I must have caught jungle fever
First they love it and then they hate it
Welcome to texas where flip-flopping is overrated
Must've not got the memo, say they're happy you made it
But they really full of hot air like the skinnies I just inflated
Hard to say rip after timelessness get created
You'd think that we'd live forever with music that's never dated
We gon' treat every day like it's ugk's birthday
When bun say he's happy you made it just tell him happy belated

[Hook]
I ride for my home and state
Where we be riding vogues and swangs
And cups be overflowed with drank
No we don't care what people say
My city been through so much pain
They love me and I sure won't change
Won't change

[Verse 2: chamillionaire]
Yeah it's just foolishness that you hear
Some that will never get it will tell you that it's their year
Some will say that you're finished the minute you disappear
But if diamonds could tell the future my future looks crystal clear
Can't get to comfortable when you no longer live in petty
Ordered the chicken over the alfredo with spaghetti
She's in the mirror for an hour say she's getting ready
That 59 minutes that I could have been getting fetti
Ugh lets get back in the mix
You can dream about sleeping while you out stacking your chips
Stunting on em with all this candy immaculateness
They walking in houses that isn't worth more than half of your wrist
She said this but do you think that you can run long as you did with paul
Do photoshop make models think that they ain't got a flaw
Funny how most be talking like they did it all
And what's ironic is I can't see anything they did at all

[Hook]
I ride for my home and state
Where we be riding vogues and swangs
And cups be overflowed with drank
No we don't care what people say
My city been through so much pain
They love me and I sure won't change
Won't change
And you know I won't change

[Verse 3: chamillionaire]
She said that you've been gone for too long you know ya so crazy
You know I love how you love to love me baby
Now I'mma drop the top, she gon' bop, she's saying that's so amazing
I'm on them spokes, I just hope this ain't your lady
Now I'mma put it down put it down for texas and that h-town
Say they so proud
They love how I hold on this grain
Crawling super slow on these swangs
Wit the candy coats on my paint
And the city know I won't change
I won't change

[Hook]
I ride for my home and state
Where we be riding vogues and swangs
And cups be overflowed with drank
No we don't care what people say
My city been through so much pain
They love me and I sure won't change
Won't change

[Bridge: tami latrell]
There's no rain, there ain't no cloudy days
When you're rolling on swangs
They all know I won't change
I won't change

I ride for my city mayne
You know I ride for my city all day
I ride for my city mayne
And you know I won't change

Hold up they tried to knock us but we never froze up
You in the presence of players who react like grown ups
Hold up if I would have known they would try to own us
I would went out and purchased stock in styrofoam cups
Hold up

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Chamillionaire - Who They Want Lyrics

Who They Want Lyrics - Chamillionaire

Attention, if you gotta thang for cotton-candy rappers
And gotta be in the bed before 9:00
Cover ya ears, cuz it's 'bout to get ugly baby

[Chorus]
Now who they want?
Me (6x), King Koopa
That's what I give em'
(The, Color Changin' Click)
(Chamillitary man)
Now who they hate
Dike (7x), and I'm gon' get em'
Real niggaz ain't jammin' no
(Dike Jones, Who?, Dike Jones, Jones)

[Verse 1: Chamillionaire]
Yeah, I handle heat like a pizza man
You want beef I'll unpack it for ya
Dike Jones, is a wack rapper but he isn't a bad promoter
You don't know want problems my nigga
My stats is way past a quota
Cuz I'm gettin' what Flippa says in the initial that's after Clova, G's
Nigga please, them commercials ain't even right (why)
Texas niggaz be pourin' purple, we bend and remixed that Sprite
Okay Koopa stick to this Dike, you right if he wanna fight
But this ain't no Lil' Flip beverage he won't have a Lucky Night (nah)
He lucky if he have a life, sayin' Cham' ain't gon' get a deal
Ain't no rhymer you's a vagina, it's time for some Vagisil
Want problems then Crank It Up, ain't no Static or Banner here (nigga)
I crush that lil' man career, like a Budweiser can of beer
Bout to dig up a deep hole, so ya album can rest and sleep
You can put all ya lyrics in it the gimmicks can rest in peace (Who?)
I bought ya CD, you was sayin' how you the best in the streets (Uh-Uh)
So I had to go get my quarterback like niggaz who step in them cleets
Hut 1, Hut 2, now you in some trouble fool
And my brother don't like you now, you got trouble in doubles dude
And you won't get to guzzle juice, no opening for ya food
Cuz the only way to shut you up, is a muzzle to muzzle you
Watch the punisher punish WHO?, nah, I don't have to ask ya
You said it, now you gon' get it, and I ain't gon' have a hassle
You ain't the King, I should know I'm the nigga that built the castle
I pull my back-hand and slap you, turn you 'to a dizzy rascal (WHO!)
That ain't hip-hop, I swear that garbage gon' get stopped
I'ma kill the tick-tock you got in your flea-market wrist-watch (Fuck that
Nigga)
He said I fell off, and Koopa could never get hot
Can't pull my dick out, cuz he got my dick in a lip-lock
Man, I'm just sayin' though get off my genetalia
Get off my nuts, I'm bettin' ya, no you ain't no competitor
Mo' money and mo'record sales, etcetera etcetera
So I'ma delete you, and put Magno back there instead of ya (OH!)

[Chorus]
Now who they want?
Me (6x), King Koopa
That's what I give em'
...Now who they hate
Dike (7x), then I'm gon' get em'
Real niggaz ain't jammin' no
(Dike Jones, Who?, Dike Jones, Jones)

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Chamillionaire - Who They Want (mike Jones Diss) Lyrics

Who They Want (mike Jones Diss) Lyrics - Chamillionaire

Attention, if you got a thang for cotton candy rappers
And gotta be in bed before 9:00
Cover ya ears, it's about to get ugly baby

[Chorus]
Now who they want?
Me (6x), King Koopa
That's what I give em'
(Hold up, Color Changin' Click)
(Chamillitary man)
Now who they hate
Dike (7x), then I'm gon' get em'
Real niggaz ain't jammin' no
(Dike Jones, Who?, Dike Jones, Jones)

[Verse 1: Chamillionaire]
Yeah, I bring the heat like a pizza man
You want beef I'll unpack it for ya
Dike Jones, is a wack rapper but he isn't a bad promoter
You don't know want problems my nigga
My stats is way past a quarter
'cause I'm gettin' what Flipper says in the initial that's after Clover, G's
Nigga please, them commercials ain't even right (why)
Texas niggaz be pourin' purple, we been don' remixed that Sprite
Okay Koopa stick to this Dike, you right if he wanna fight
But this ain't no Lil' Flip beverage he won't have a Lucky Night (nah)
He lucky if he have a life, sayin' Cham' ain't gon' get a deal
Ain't no rhymer you's a vagina, it's time for some Vagisil
Want problems then Crank It Up, ain't no Static or Banner here (nigga)
I crush that lil' man career, like a Budweiser can of beer
Bout to dig up a deep hole, so ya album can rest and sleep
You can put all ya lyrics in it the gimmicks can rest in peace (Who?)
I bought ya CD, you was sayin' how you the best in the streets (Uh-Uh) So I had to go get my quarterback like niggaz who step in them cleets
Hut 1, Hut 2, now you in some trouble fool
And my brother don't like you now, you got trouble in doubles dude
And you won't get to guzzle juice, no opening for ya food
'cause the only way to shut you up, is a muzzle to muzzle you
Watch the punisher punish WHO?, nah, I don't have to ask ya
You said it, now you gon' get it, and I ain't gon' have a hassle
You ain't the King, I should know I'm the nigga that built the castle
I pull my back-hand and slap you, turn you 'to a dizzy rascal (WHO!)
That ain't hip-hop, I swear that garbage gon' get stopped
I'ma kill the tick-tock you got in your flea-market wrist-watch (Fuck that
Nigga)
He said I fell off, and Koopa could never get hot
Can't pull my dick out, 'cause he got my dick in a lip-lock
Man, I'm just sayin' though get off my genetalia
Get off my nuts, I'm bettin' ya, no you ain't no competitor
Mo' money and mo' money record sales, etcetera etcetera
So I'ma delete you, and put Magno back there instead of ya (OH!)

[Chorus]
Now who they want?
Me (6x), King Koopa
That's what I give em'
...Now who they hate
Dike (7x), then I'm gon' get em'
Real niggaz ain't jammin' no
(Dike Jones, Who?, Dike Jones, Jones)

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Chamillionaire - Who I Be (Featuring Rasaq) Lyrics

Who I Be (Featuring Rasaq) Lyrics - Chamillionaire

[Rasaq Talking]
Yeah!, It's Rasaq boy (get throwed)
Color Change independent mayne (get throwed)
Color Changin' Click (get throwed), (get throwed), (get throwed), Yeah nigga!
They don't know who I be

[Chorus - Rasaq]
Who I be?, It's Rasaq fool
Big chrome runnin' shoes
5th wheel behind you, big grill in front of you
Who I be? ???
Color Changin' under you
Silver coat under blue, 22's comin' thru

[Rasaq]
Call me platinum plus
Hoppin' out the cadillac bus
In my low tippin' 4's, like I'm gon' off that tus
Got tennis shoes under, my drippin' new hummer
Carrots in my mouth, rocks round as a cucumber
The 2004, color changin' on the doors
Trunk bang and glow like I'm bangin' on ya door
Dripped up and down, leather on my spine
Candy Brougham, look like 2 cars combined
Plasma screens showin' from the front and behind
Headrest, dashboard, I'ma pull us around
The boys on the streets say Rasaq is the answer
'cause the candy Roadmaster, look like a jolly rancher
If I was you, I'd be hatin' me too
'cause I'm sittin' sideways like a playstation 2
Vacation for 2, Off the lake in Peru
Girls ridin' P.P., private planes when they flew
When they, acheww! excuse me, I had to sneeze
'cause after the breeze is my allergies
Rims blowin' in the wind, I'm sittin' as throw'd as him
Totin' a toast up in the butter that I'm posted in
I'ma plastic surgeon, I'm changin' myself a skin
When the beef is open, all you see is a cobra trim
I take that back, all you see is a gold grin
Big grown men in my mouth when it's frozen
When I ride slab I let the U.S. know
They mistake the foreign for a U.F.O
I never seen that before, my lac is low
Neons on the back 'll glow, that's fa'sho
They call my 4-do the Oprah show
Look in the seats man it's mostly hoes
Squatin' low on 4's, mostly vogues
I'ma slow poke, with spokes and bo's
When I come down, trunk open close
Woman on my hood, posin' dough
Do-bands on my door just to hold the fold
I'ma hog lanes like I stole the road

[Chorus - Rasaq]
Who I be?, It's Rasaq fool
Big chrome runnin' shoes
5th wheel behind you, big grill in front of you
Who I be? ???
Color Changin' under you
Silver coat under blue, 22's comin' thru

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Chamillionaire - Where Da Party At Lyrics

Where Da Party At Lyrics - Chamillionaire

[Chorus]
Hey we some ballas that
Got candy paint and screens twankies all of that
Automatic start when I start tha Lac
I'mma open up my trunk and let tha lights glow
I'm sittin low
I'm gettin doe
If u got a problem with that let me know (or Paul Wall tha chick magnet slip in through tha back door)

[Chamillionaire]
Draws come down when king Koopa tha boss come round
Call lost and found cause when your girl was lost u found
Her taken off her gown for far from town
Stop whisperin talk up when u talkin down
Approach me nice if not don't approach me twice
Cause I will choke tha life out your vocal pipes
Especially if tha works u speakin at spoken right
My ice's crushed so don't touch tha broken ice
Koopa got all this publishin often covered in
Ice broads be lovin him his car be hoverin
Broads be buggin him but that boy be thuggenin
Be in more damn dirt than a car for shovellin
That boy been smugglin rims out of tha state
Out of tha country that got him riding chrome in Qqwait
And don't get me started on Summolia I'm out ballin ya
I can make u turn your head without callin ya
Twanks crawlin uh let it be known I'm thrown
I'm throwed tha Swisha House home thrown I own
On tha phone freaky moan at tha sound of tha tone
I come alone after I five her a then she gone
In this game I'm here forever u can't get rid of me
2 percent hate tha other 98 feelin me
Chamillionaire's voice screwed all of these boys feelin me
Cups leanin like tha tower of Pizza in Italy

[Chorus]

[Paul Wall]
I'mma walkin blind spot because I'm hard to spot
Candy blueberry on tha drop leavin stains and spots
People ask like N'sync was tha deal with this pop
My trunk pop like like firecrackers pop pop pop
Ohhhh.... melesta your breasta
More ice than tha frozen food section at Fiesta
Tha Chick Magnet I got more mack than a big Mac
I'm paid in full like Madd Hatta and Big Kat
I got more mac N cheese than macicroni and cheese
You're comin home with me tonight girl give our homie tha keys
U got a man and, that aint really important
He's a jerk sweep tha dity flirt with tha skirt sargent
I run so much game Nike wants an endoursement
My trunk got more lights than a low fat asortment
Beg your pardon Ozarka water wash tha ride
Candy paint lookin so clean look like I washed it with tide
Ehhhh Sir Daily drinkin congiac
Janet Jackson mad cause I never called her back
I'm babilous Paul Wall and I'm throwed as a javilin
Chamillion sing tha hook babbilous boys babbilin

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Chamillionaire - When Ya On Lyrics

When Ya On Lyrics - Chamillionaire

They only love ya when ya on
They only love ya when ya on
The only other time is when you're gone
They only love ya when ya on
What goes up come do-ow-own

Welcome to 2011 where everybody's the realest
Everyone who a midget, sya they do it the biggest
Every part of ya business is everybody business
Got my name all in your mouth
I should have been a dentist
Yeah, everybody done did it
Everybody's a critic
I'm like "Whatchu talkin' bout" like everybody's a Willis
Man, they say they love you when the block on smash
Since they so in love, tell 'em they can kiss my cash
Wait a minute you don't like me, Well I don't like you
These fakers sayin' that they real but I see right through
The old me, that was the realest person I knew
The new me probably the realest person times two

So when you feels like it's everybody for themselves
And the place where ya living is'nt far from hell
And they keep tellin' you "you were born to fail"
And everybody say they real but it's too hard to tell
So until I die, I'mma always grind
I'mma be ok, I'mma be alright
If they say I fail, that would be a lie
But there aint no such thing as a tie
They only love ya when ya on

Hold up,
You got to be out ya conscience
They aint got no sense, that's why they call it nonesense
How they gon talk about what you never accomplish?
Like they dun done something that's worthy of my responses
Look at the tags, I'm showing 'em how to stunt G
Candy and papers plates, it looks like I got the munchies
It's so ironic they couch got money in 'em
But y'all always on the couch and never get any money
Where's Cupid, they only love ya till ya next hook
But I don't check the gossip blogs
I check check books
Ask Lebron they say winning is the best look
Every move I make is right like I aint got a left foot
To keep it real a record deal couldn't stop me
I'm bootlegging bullets, you can still get a copy
Lucifer is in a pair of heels in the lobby
I don't dance with the devil call it trilluminati

So when you feels like it's everybody for themselves
And the place where ya living is'nt far from hell
And they keep tellin' you "you were born to fail"
And everybody say they real but it's too hard to tell
So until I die, I'mma always grind
I'mma be ok, I'mma be alright
If they say I fail, that would be a lie
But there aint no such thing as a tie
They only love ya when ya on

Northside where ya at
Northside let me know you got my back

They only love ya when ya on

Southside where ya at
Southside, let me know you got my back
Yeah
Eastside where ya at
Eastside my n-gga you got my back

They only love ya when ya on
Westside where ya at
Westside let me know you got my back

Look, I'm a get money n-gga, On a daily basis
Road to the riches, potholes in the pavements
That's why I follow every rule and regulation
Making rap money off this game I've been laced with
Uh, and you can blame it on black sam
Blame it on Crenshaw and Slauson Ave
Fly wit' bad bitch with a fat ass
Bail money, big pistol and black mag
That's how we play it, we living with the fast cash
To all my haters, consider this the last laugh
I've been the greatest in my city, now I'm past that
It's all money ascap, broke bitches bag back
Please, Louie notes, Louis back packs
First class seats like a pillow top mattress
Uh, we can't take it to the casket so I'mma spend these rags
Just to laugh at your reaction

So when you feels like it's everybody for themselves
And the place where ya living is'nt far from hell
And they keep tellin' you "you were born to fail"
And everybody say they real but it's too hard to tell
So until I die, I'mma always grind
I'mma be ok, I'mma be alright
If they say I fail, that would be a lie
But there aint no such thing as a tie
They only love ya when ya on

I know, I know-ow-ow-ow
They only love ya when ya one
I know, I know-ow-ow-ow
They only love ya when ya one
What goes up, must come down
What goes up, comes down.
What goes up, must come down
What goes up, comes do-ow-oown

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Chamillionaire - When The Last Time Lyrics

When The Last Time Lyrics - Chamillionaire

(cartis talkin)
I c u Boa Araya,
Wanna diss chamill huh? im bout to rip yo ass
Lets Get it

(cartis verse1)

You a girly ass nigga,
Betta run and go get ya purse,
Cause when im finished with yo ass you gone need more than a nurse,
Wanna talk bout seeing hm?
Wonder y stevies blind?
Cause yo ass looked at him
And made his blind ass cry
Wanna talk about icy?
When you can't afford a white tee?
Have yo stupid ass killed,
Ya guts on my grill,
So go get ya tampons up outta ya purse,
Now tell me who got the gift
And tell me who got the curse

(Verse2)

Now you wanna talk bout 50?
Then yo ass must be bullet proof,
Cause I'll rip yo ass like you got hit with some ninjutsu
You must be a white-wanna-be rapper
Cause yo ass aint black,
You dissin the wrong people,
And ya lyrics is wack

Got e'm fo u chamill and 50

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Chamillionaire - What Yall Niggas Gon Do Lyrics

What Yall Niggas Gon Do Lyrics - Chamillionaire

[Chamillionaire]
They gon' just get upset
When I hop out the Vette
Throw the keys and tell the valet to catch
See gettin' green is a damn sinch
I'm the 22 inch grinch
I hog money, I'ma ball hog while haters is warming the bench
Fall in love with a gold-digger, for what?
Nigga my guns my slut
I finger the heat til' the barell gets hot, and bust a nut
And the best condum couldn't protect ya
When the gat is ready to sex ya
Say Hello to my little slut
Take the clip out when I undress her
Came in the club with pat'nah we call hI'm Bill with the Big Head
That's Ben Franklin, bartenders bring drinks in a big keg
(Now What Y'all Niggas Gone Do)
Henessy shots I'm on 2
I'm sippin' drank after drank, like all of the dranks was on you
I don't need no ice, got ice on neck
Ice on my earring, ice on my sleeve
Make my bracelet touch her weave, and give ya girlfriend *scratches and
Restarts*

(OG Ron C talking)
{Now What Y'all Niggas Gone Do? (repeated throughout talking)}

They gon' just get upset
When I hop out the Vette
Throw the keys and tell the valet to catch
See gettin' green is a damn sinch
I'm the 22 inch grinch
I hog money, I'ma ball hog while haters is warming the bench
Fall in love with a gold-digger, for what?
Nigga my guns my slut
I finger the heat til' the barell gets hot, and bust a nut
And the best condum couldn't protect ya
When the gat is ready to sex ya
Say Hello to my little slut
Take the clip out when I undress her
Came in the club with pat'nah we call hI'm Bill with the Big Head
That's Ben Franklin, bartenders bring drinks in a big keg
(Now What Y'all Niggas Gone Do)
Henessy shots I'm on 2
I'm sippin' drank after drank, like all of the dranks was on you
I don't need no ice, got ice on neck
Ice on my earring, ice on my sleeve
Make my bracelet touch her weave, and give ya girlfriend brain freeze
Haters get pissed when they see me, they say "That Son Of a Rich"
Nigga please, I spend g's on just one of my kicks
(Now What Y'all Niggas Gone Do)

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Chamillionaire - What Would U Do Lyrics

What Would U Do Lyrics - Chamillionaire

(featuring Monetana)

[Paul Wall]
My life, ain't all peaches and cream
This fame thing and this game bring, more pain than it seem
I ain't trying to be depressed, and I'm greatful for my blessing
But sometimes it just feels like, there's some'ing missing
I got all the answers, but ain't no questions
I wonder if God's, just trying to teach me a lesson
The situations progressing, it's getting stressing
I hope I don't fail my test and, the heat is on
They say that pressure, busts pipes
So I keep my cool, and thank God for every breath of my life
I'm taking steps to the right, but still I end up wrong
I'm built for the ocean, but I'm stuck in this backyard pond
I'm trying to maintain my pace, in the place I belong
I'm going for the gold, but I keep getting bronze
Who do I call to for advice, when all my mentors gone
This is my life, this ain't just the words to my song what do I do

[Hook: Monetana]
What do you do, when them haters after you
Keep it real and keep it true, get that dirt up off of you
Still swang and bang Screw, Swishahouse like what it do
Don't let them see the sweat on you, just keep it real

[Paul Wall]
This one here's for Broderick Brown, locked down
A 45 year sentence, I don't like how that sound
We've been homies since Middle School, we were childhood chums
But you got caught up, by life in the slums
I'm thinking bout, where your life went
45 years of your life spent, with a aggravated robbery indictment
You plead guilty, for a lesser charge
Even though the judge was harsh, God's still in charge
I be wishing that, I could go back in time
And tell the judge that that nine, and the strack was mine
That would be fine, but I guess it's too late for that
I know that court appointed lawyer, was whack
Ain't it ironic though, you went in Ferguson you end up in the Penn
And the only way that we communicate, is through a pen
Don't give up, just do what you do
Live your life don't let your life live you, just keep on moving

[Hook]

[Paul Wall]
People think, my life is all about raps and such
If I'm suppose to have it good, why is my life so rough
I'm walking straight, but sometimes I need to lean on a crutch
Nobody told me life would get this tough, you gotta feel me though
Cause I ain't trying to be sad
I thank God for everything I got, and all the blessings I had
I work hard I still grind, all night in the lab
The best friends I ever had, was a pen and a pad
Cause people talking down, hating on me
Yeah we use to be down, but now you shady homie
I see 'em all up on the Internet, debating on me
Wondering when will I flop, I know they waiting on me
A lot of rappers is jealous, saying all that we rap about is swangas
Mad cause they c.d.'s, below the shelf like hangers
Should I retaliate the hate, and pay 'em back ten fold
They got me running hot, but I'm standing out in the cold what do I do

[Hook]

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Chamillionaire - What It Is Right Now Lyrics

What It Is Right Now Lyrics - Chamillionaire

Chamillionaire got con-dom, gun, and seanjohn
So run when he come or ya done...don't want none
A cup of ice, a snowcone,...and a medium blizzard
From dairy queen aint even enough to compete wit da lizard
They wanna know how my gun-be grinnin like "gumby"
Do i get green "yup-yup-yup" like chun-lee
Leave a message after the beep..."hey im not a freak...
But i can't sleep, i heard u speak, and i wet my sheets!"

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