If it's jail I get for stompin a nigga to sleep, fuck it I go If you came to rep yo set, right now nigga let 'em know If you came to rep yo set, right now nigga let 'em know Right now nigga, let 'em know Right now nigga, let 'em know If it's jail I get for stompin a nigga to sleep, fuck it I go.
If you came to rep yo set, right now nigga let 'em know If you came to rep yo set, right now nigga let 'em know Right now nigga, let 'em know Right now nigga, let 'em know If it's jail I get for stompin a nigga to sleep, fuck it I go.
[Verse 1: Chamillionaire]
Felony flow, no misdemeanor That streetsweeper gonna make it cleaner Show reality out of my cage, spray it until I hit a dream-a Think you stoppin me from copin platinum plaques, better switch your scheme up I'ma hop out my seat as quick (quick) as every guest on Jerry Springer (woo) Y'all always talkin about keep it real (yeah), that's somethin I ain't really got to say That's everyday, everyday, "Hustle" like Rick in the MIA You know you don't wanna play with the modern day Cassius Clay Cause I make hits and those that don't will always rip and pass away That means you will RIP, one of these is all I see No one got more buzz than me, all I be is bumblebee That "Number 1 Spot" that you got's my ho and you in love with her, ain't ya? If you see it and you feel like you can take her (take her, take her) I, I got up so high that I hit my head on that scraper Skyscraper, but my bad (my bad) for tryna stand on top of my paper Koopa 'bout to show you how (how), chase this cash, no slowin down (down) Then I come through like Colin Powell (Powell) With the big blammer, goin (BLOAW)
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[Verse 2: Chamillionaire]
Yeah, only 2 fit up in this Ferrari (woo) Baby don't miss the party I'ma go head and leave, please hit me on my celly, call me My homie got a Harley Yeah, Ernest sprayed the body We wreck it, will we get another one? The answer's probably So bring your partners with you, let me know what y'all is reppin I'ma bring protection, no I am not talkin 'bout my weapon Even though I have my weapon for anyone who half steppin You disrespectin, better be quick when dialin nine eleven Somebody better help 'em, Chamillinator's up in here (yeah) Mixtape Messiah, Part 2, make haters disappear (yeah) Yeah, time is money and it's true that I took out my grill (yeah) But I still got a couple decades in my ear (woo) Player might fly down to the Chi-Town Get on a proper jet and fly right now When the album drop, everybody lights out (lights out) Haters wanna know, when I put my mic down Neveк, (psyche), the answer's only never for now (now) I'm the king of the mixtape scene, hope you ready to bow
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[Verse 3: Chamillionaire]
Let me let 'em know, let me talk to 'em (yeah) I ain't gonna rap on this last verse, I'ma talk on it Cause I'm too smart, don't wanna spend a thought on it Got everybody starin at the car components It look like Voltron with the doors, don't it You say I think I'm hard, I say you think too hard I think you boys' little mind, what I think you lost Engaged to my dough, I never think divorce Watch me come through in that sea blue Porsche