Chamillionaire

[fox69]

"I'm Da King"

"I'm Da King"


[Woman:] "Mixtape Messiah".......Da King is here nigga!

[T.I. Insert]
Ay what these other niggaz talkin', I don't believe that shit
I'm the King cuz I said it and I mean that shit
Ay I'm the king cuz I said it, I'm the king cuz I said it
I'm the king cuz I said it and I mean that shit
Ay what these other niggaz talkin', I don't believe that shit
I'm the King cuz I said it and I mean that shit
Ay what's so special bout him, he ain't all that, shit
I set the city on fire and you seen that shit

[Chamillionaire]
Stupid you runnin' around like the Messiah isn't a force
Then tell me how did my first album even get on The Source
I was sittin' next to Pimpin' Ken, (was he pimpin'?), of course
But I was thinkin' bout gettin' with Trina and tryna pimp me a Porsche
I can't hand a nigga the rap game now cuz I'm usin' it
Ain't a underground rapper gon' have it til' I through with it
I don't burn bridges (nah), other rappers 'll ruin it
I just jump over the bridge and pimp-slap em' for doin' it
I'ma embarass ya so bad, that ya label gon' say they know ya
You's a good ass promoter, but the fat lady say it's over
Mixtape Messiah 2 is the bullet I'm savin' for ya
And I can pop trunk pumps on ya coffin' and raise it for ya (Weww!)
And I ain't the only person who sick of ya voice
I kill a rapper with one verse and the real niggaz rejoice
But I was forced (do you feel any remorse?) of course
That's why I'ma show up at his funeral and pop trunk on his corpse

[T.I. Insert]

[Chamillionaire]
Yeah, you'll never get on my level, no need to go get a ladder
You better run when I come like a pitcher that hit the batter
(You Paid In Full?), nah, but I got alot of respect for Hatter
Even though niggaz be ignorin' my questions bout business matters
Cat tell me to call Hatter, Madd Hatter said call Cat
I call niggaz about some business, and I never get a call back
I just wanted my songs back, but they act like I'm on crack
To drop another Cham' & Paul, we ain't even on contract
Parta' the game is that, I keep gettin' reminded daily
Labels ahead 'll screw you, that's the business out of it baby
Nigga was grindin' daily, but suspicions was kinda crazy
I had to pretend like I was broke, just to get Paid In Full to pay me
It's crazy, for the label with the reputation for actin' a ass
Like Rap-A-Lot, what's the label that was always on time with cash
Gave em' my price, they didn't try to make me go down a tag
So for J.P., Tom, Rad, and Chief, it's done they ain't gotta ask
Ain't a nigga who can persuay me to go back to House
So I can hear Dike Jones tell me he got platinum in his mouth
That nigga soft, he ain't never move no crack in the South
Was in packagin' soft, and he said he stack more stacks then the Boss
Sure you do, I hope that's not a story they told to you
You need to pimp-slap that sick pup and maker who controllin' you
You ain't runnin' NOTHIN'!, only you would go vote for you
Cuz my pockets got more G's, then a G-Unit quotable
G-G-G-G-G-G-Geez, you's a pee-on please
Why is he here somebody please, tell this pee-on leave
Air-condition on my wrist, I stay with free-on sleeves
Ya stay on D, like defenders durin' three-on-three's
My momma moved out the hood to a 5 bedroom home
Rasaq moved off to solo and got a lil' crib of his own
Then I bought a Ninja bike and another whip on chrome
My money long, I stand on top of the world and spit on Jones
Your album, so what we heard you was comin' soon
Yeah the song with Alicia Keys, or maybe you said it was Loon
I can fit your crib inside my truck, and I'd still have leg-room
Then I can park that whole truck inside my Master Bedroom
Saw ya DVD you talkin' that ridiculous noise
Sister got kids with baby cribs bigger then yours
Danny DeVito duckin' down couldn't even fit through your doors
You gotta be Kiddin' me BOY!, is you Kiddin' you SURE! (SURE!)

[T.I. Insert]

[Voice Mails left on Chamillionaire's Hotline]

 

[fox69]

"I'm On It"

"I'm On It"


[Intro: Chamillionaire - talking]
Haha, you never seen somebody hop out the grave
I mean like, straight out the dirt
Ha, something crazy
Yeah!
Woo!

[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
Hustle all night, hustle all day
I'm about to lose my mind tryin to get my life straight
I be workin all night, workin all day
I'm a always be on time when my money call me
I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on it
I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on the way
I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on it
I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on the way

[Verse 1: Chamillionaire]
You know what my name is but you could call me Cashis (why?)
Every time you see my name, you know that's where the cash is (okay)
Who sold his soul to the Devil? My homie from the past did
But he still broke 'cause the check bounce soon as he tried to cash it (woo!)
Ashes to ashes, it's dusty in my casket
They said Texas was dead but tell the Grim Reaper "I'm back trick!"
Money is like "Venom" but I'm addicted to the madness
If money was made of poison ivy, I'd deal with the rashes
Dear all of my haters, I can't help that you not great as me
Smart is how I sound 'cause I got grounded when I made a C
Employee I just gave a G, want every letter from A to Z
Prominently just payin you so you could work at payin me (woo!)

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Chamillionaire]
You know what my name is but you could call me "Boss Man"
Buy the building where you work so you could be like "ah, damn"
Y'all ain't about no green so I don't hang around with y'all man
But if you got some green then I be hangin like I'm Tarzan
Now your woman is a groupie, followin my tour van
I'm the reason that she open like a greasy door jam
Problems I be havin are the type you get from flossin
With a Oreo is chick that's yellower than Bart's tan (doh!)
I'm tryin to eat meal good, I don't want no portions
You compare what I get up to yours, it should be more than
Gasoline on your shoes if you come up short man
I be right on your Trail, Blazin it like Portland (woo!)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Chamillionaire]
She know what my name is but act like I'm a windmill
Think I'm blowin my money away and she gon' win mills
Get real (get real), don't be silly, yeah you're pretty but still (but still)
Nothin move but the money, sit your pretty butt still (sit your pretty butt still)
Put some money in your pocket, then it better get some mileage
If you makin dirty money, better treat it like it's polished
'Cause one day when you ain't got it and your foreign ain't exotic
Haha, forget about it, look how your career is rotted
Fresh and fruity corporate people tellin ya what you have to be
That's the reason that the game is fruity as a apple seed (hey!)
Do it just like Master P, just get all your cash and leave
Y'all know where I'm a be, the next time that ya ask for me

[Chorus]

[Outro: Chamillionaire - talking]
I'm on the way
They want the album to drop fourth quarter
(Sigh), don't matter, still gonna be that fire
Y'all follow me on Twitter, Twitter.com/Chamillionaire
Yeah, Martin Martinez, what up man?
I see ya, ain't forgot about ya
Stop spamin my e-mail addresses though, haha
Mixtape Messiah 7, we out

 

[fox69]

"I'm The One"

"I'm The One"


[Intro]
I wanna just say, hi haters, hi haters
I know you missed me, I'm back
You know who I am
No introduction needed, ha-ha

[Chorus]
I'm the one that run the state
I'm the one that get the cake
I'm the one that isn't fake
(I'm the one that you should hate)
I'm the one that's living great
I'm the one that's getting paid
I'm the one that's in your face
(I'm the one that you should hate)

[Verse 1]
Tell your girl, I love hangin' with her I sure ain't gonna miss her
She a hopeless romantic and I sure ain't gonna kiss her
Chain gettin' thicker, my chain got a flicker
Diamond so large I photoshop my chain in the picture
So many ways to tell you how I'm paid
To tell you 'bout my swangs, paralyze(?) a new blade
Tell you I might go (Geico) and tell you how much I saved
I put up my cars in line and it's gonna look like a parade
Diamonds got 'em leaning grabbin' these fightin' with my ear
Lettin' bet the top look like my drop fightin' with the air
Leanin' in my whip it's like my posture fightin' with the chair
Me and two chicks in the whip playin' truth or dare
Yeah

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
You can hate me, you can hate me, you can hate me (hi hater, hi hater)
I'm the one that you should hate
You can hate me, you can hate me, you can hate me (hi hater, hi hater)
I'm the one that you should hate

[Verse 2]
Let's erase my history, my Grammy and my platinum sales
Let's erase the motorcycle and the seat that comes with scale
And subtract a lot of millions from my bank account as well
Then you probably still will be a hater, hatin' I can tell
Every time that you reply, when you talkin' you a lie
Any plan to go against Chamillionaire, suicide
Every verse is supafly, confidence is supa high
Stupid I, ain't gonna let you stop me hater, move around
I'm getting money baby and gonna get plenty mo'(whoa!)
Just to had to let you know
(I'm the one that you should hate)
They said I couldn't make it, they said I wouldn't blow (blow)
But look who run the show
(I'm the one that you should hate)

[Chorus]

Hi haters, hi haters
(I'm the one that you should hate)
Hi haters, hi haters
(I'm the one that you should hate)

 

[fox69]

"Ima Playa FaSho"

"Ima Playa FaSho"


[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
Southern playa listic cadillac hustla music
Pullin up in my new ish and yo girlfriend goin start to loose it
I got her sayin (oh oh oh oh oh oh oh)
I got her sayin (oh oh oh oh oh oh oh)
I got her sayin
Y'all know the sayin that a playa get choose and baby you know I'ma playa fasho (yeah I'ma playa fasho)

[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Na you can't choose me know that they say that true playas get choose
And I am truly one of them boys that be ridin on 4's
Na you can't use me any man could'nt touch me with a 10 foot pool
At night I'm usually on 84's gettin into my hustla mode
Explode on a hatta stop actin like ya slow
Just act like you a psychic and start actin like ya know
I'm braided in the frow
She show up to the show
She show up with her patnas she show up to the ho-
telli I'ma tell her to do her thing and go
Back,Back,Back,Back like hawk and that bullet O
Remoteless time of vehicles the key doesn't matter
You come with conversation we got heat for the chadder
At ease with the swagger
Wont see no one better
He way above the lames you know like he's on a ladder
Bun B goin get at her, Pimp C goin get at her
Cause it ain't really fun if the homies can not have her
Told me she got some paper, told me she got a man
Well how long you have that problem let me fix it cause I can
Have you headin towards jamaica jecepis on the sand
And i'll let them other sucka's put that ring off on ya hand
And that's the plan

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
She told me stop chasin that paper you need to take a breather
And then I looked at her and said you must be on that reefa
Stop actin like latifah cause you ain't no aretha
In other words I mean you need to stop actin like a diva
Cause you know how it go koopa don't want and don't need ya
And when it come to grindin I am an ova achiever
Cause broke is out of style like camo pants and filas
My card is black enough to make a doubter a believer

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"In My City Mayne"

"In My City Mayne"


(Mayne, Cannon, Cannon)

[Verse - Chamillionaire]
Northside, Northside, man I love that Northside
Shout out to the little Korean lady 'cause she starch my
Jeans, super clean, yes I'm clean as her detergent
Hoppin in the 'burban to do what we call swervin (mayne)
It's the Southside, got me ridin past Worth and
Lights in the trunk, givin boppers the diversion
Got the burner, phone from a hustler in a turban
Still lookin for 'em 'cause today it isn't workin (mayne)
Swervin, got my eyes open for the pot hole
Messed up my 26 inch, number cuatro
Don't happen a lot though, chunk a deuce to vato
That's the little homie that I'm knowin that'll knock yo (mayne)
Hard headed cranium, that's if you ever play with him
I don't know what arcade all you suckers think you playin in
Can't calm him down, no, nothin you can say to him
Get back to your crib, you best be happy that you made it then
The fade is in, so I had to go and cut off the braids
Got the Northside tradin all they braids for some waves
Koopa he don't know the definition of play
Makin moves in the underground, it's like a subway (mayne)
Southside, Southside, man I love that Southside
Vacuum the inside, waxin up the outside
Reason why my couch wide is 'cause I'm always out my
Radius, my alias will leave you in the chalk line (mayne)
Zip code, sick fo's, pickin out some sick vogues
Daily I just hear 'em sayin "where the heck you get those?"
Hit the club with Lil' O, told me (Playas Get Chose)
And I keep it playa but I'm stayin on my tip toes (mayne)
Can't take on the phone, conversations get too lengthy
Drivin from my home to Oklahoma in a Bentley
Sayin I'm conceded just make sure you say it gently
Bought a building on the North just 'cause that ho said "rent me" (mayne)
Twenty, K for the leather and the candy
But if I need the hook up I'm a get the stuff from Nancy
They gave me a ticket 'cause my whip was dressed too fancy
Runners gonna be done with the mixtapes, they like "it can't be"

[Outro - Chamillionaire - talking]
Hold up, you already know what it is
Mixtape Messiah Part 7, the final chapter
There will be none after
Yeah, I said that, none after
We done baby
Don't get it twisted though
I'm tryin to build a new brand called Major Pain
So I need everybody that's out there, that's supportin the movement
To support that
Chamillitary's still the name that's runnin the game
Major Pain is the new thing, know what I'm talkin 'bout?
Let's get it, uh, Koopa

 

[fox69]

"In The Trunk"

"In The Trunk"


[Intro]
This, is, the-the sound of revenge [repeat 2X]
You in the presence of the finest
Chamillitary mayne! This for the streets
Let's give 'em somethin they can bump (innnn the trunk)
At this point you should be turnin your speakers up
Turn your speakers up - Chamillionaire man!
Let it bump, it's a southern thing
Ha ha, Chamillitary mayne! (innnn the trunk)

[Verse 1]
I heard somebody say that the South ain't got no lyricists
Well 'bang bang' at the game like everyone down here is pissed
You lookin for the truth then look no further, here it is
Turn it up a notch so they can not say they not hearin this
They say Chamill is sick, click click, here's a clip
'Bang bang' at the rap game to make your spirits lift
And it seems to me the industry is all on Jigga's dick
Who? You, you, you, and you nigga - pick a click
Universal sent me to bring some realness to the industry
Got here, then I realized that ain't nobody real but me
Okay, a couple niggaz but none of 'em real as me
Tell your favorite rapper he should diss me if he disagree
My bad I'm actin like your favorite rapper isn't me
Tell your second favorite whose the best and show 'em a picture of me
He'd have to take me out to prove that he's as sick as me
So me verse me, the only battle that y'all gonna get to see
I'm plainly sayin what I'm sayin to make these haters mad
Perpetratin hatin ass, see me ridin candy slab
Disbelieve his ass, how many vehicles can he have?
I be losin count myself and I ain't even that bad at math
That's how we do it in Texas, poppin trunk and grippin wood
We reply to threats (how?) Nigga, I wish you would
You can keep on talking, but that's only if you could
Gotta turn my speakers up, can you hear 'em now? (No) Good!

[Chorus]
Ain't runnin from a thang, cause I ain't never been a punk
Drama ain't a thang, cause I can bring it if they want
I'ma let it bang, so they can feel it in the (innnn the trunk)
You bout it wit'cha game, decide your rep and throw it up
What you tryin to drank, cause I'ma bout to get you drunk
Keep it pimpin mayne, so they can feel it in the (innnn the trunk)

[Verse 2]
This for the street niggaz knowin they gotta pee in a cup
Know your peace officer tossin ya when he see the results
This for the G's, hate is what you see in the scope
Gauge gonna get sprayed like it's Raid when you see him approach
Tell you ahead of time, solo I can handle mine
You ain't too smart but play the part like you a pantomime
But you don't have a nine, I'll show you I hammer mine
Time to make you do the Running Man like it's Hammer Time
Shout out to the west and all my gangstas pack heat up
Actin up and pack enough heat to make you back it up
The hoes back it up, soon as they hear the back of the trunk
Now I'ma stock like New York slang (What you mean?) That's what;s up
Money stack it up when they feel they have enough
Get the chips and add 'em up, then she givin that to us
Don't put all that in cuffs, treat your money like a slut
Niggaz better share, hell yeah, cause I just wanna cut
A hater gettin cut, someone gon' get hurt (hurt)
Especially if you met me and was disrespect turf (turf)
(Houston, Texas) I'm the worst, ice looking like sherbert
Bouncin off my chest, you're starin at it like a pervert
Mixtape god, don't hate me, go to church first (why?)
Might as well since all the rappers wearin church shirts
Better think ahead of time, call yourself a nurse (nurse!)
Diss me in your second and you won't get to finish your third verse

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
You in the presence of the finest
The game is full of fakes, all these rappin niggaz front (front)
_Controversy Sells_, the industry givin 'em what they want (want)
See he ain't gangsta as he say, that's why they dress 'em up
Get a vest, a plastic gun and go pull a publicity stunt
Hoe act like she slow, don't know that I'm rich
And ignore the handles missing from the do's of my whip
But then she saw me on TV and told me pause for a flick
(What you tell her?) You can "106 & Park" on my dick (on my dick)
Can't speak about Texas and not mention me
Cause the world gon' have to see the truth come out eventually
I'll rip any gimmick rapper out from A to Z
934-829 to the 2 if you still disagree
We never marry a hoe, what I'ma marry you fo'
I'm too busy tearin my shows up and getting married to dough (dough)
Grave dig a nigga, (Whatchu mean?) I bury a flow
Run, go get your city, come back and then I'ma bury your area code

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"In These Streets"
(feat. B.G., Soulja Slim, Stat Quo)

"In These Streets"
(feat. B.G., Soulja Slim, Stat Quo)



[Chamillionaire]
Trill is the answer
You thought you knew it, you blew it, that's why they drew it
The pistol, soon as it hit you, you wished you did never do it
Bang 'til your brain did spew it, Houston is full of sewage
It's true, it ain't nothing to it, they'll do it, act like you knew it
See I ain't really gotta prove it, look around and it show
Cause most of these niggas we used to know ain't even around here no mo'
But don't drown in your flow, cause it's deep, I look around and hell no
This is ain't Cleveland, it don't be freezing but boys around here with snow
And they finding my hoe, and they think she on the side when she with him
She riding and flipping in your car, you seen that wire that's sticking?
Out her bra, federal car right behind him is picking his ass up
But damn bro, they done found them a victim
Walk with me through that spaceship city, where that 9 is that law
Channel 13 preview that scene, who did the crime to that boy?
Walk in on that red carpet, ain't the kind that the stars be walking on
Chalk is shown, outline what they draw, damn

[Hook - X2]
It's real on these streets
Niggas be toting heat on these streets
Putting busters to sleep on these streets
Playing for keeps in these keeps
All to eat off these streets
Your momma weep, cause now you lay dead in these streets

[B.G.]
Where I'm from we play it raw, we cutthroat and bout our bidness
Some call it New Orleans but I nicknamed it Chopper City
It's the home of the Hornets, and the home of the Saints
But don't get that name twisted, we'll toss you off in a lake
If you want work, we'll tell you we got weight
Tax him 22 for a burner, flower or cake
Nigga ride fly, in Benzes on 22's
Double back, drop 26's under the H2
I'm a fool wit it, hoes be like I want him
Fresh dickie shirt over my tee with some bo's and tim's
I'm a Hot Boy, if you ain't know, ask somebody
On Valence and Magnolia I'm like the Don John Gotti
Don't try me or you'll end up a nobody
On a front of a tee with your people second line
And it's like that, I ain't the one to size up
Cause if you do me that, then I'ma have to fire up

[Hook - X2]

[Stat Quo]
Track bang, track bang, pimp hoe like good game
A goddamn shame, that boy there got good aim
Across the globe he got pulled like hair strains
Stat Quo the beast, Big Bread my nickname
Trunk pop at the show, my verse is spiritual
Test me and your condition will end up critical
Started from the A, why he spit so lyrical?
I write for the hood, he a South Coast miracle
For the strippers, hustlers and common criminals
9 to 5 workers, lieutenants and generals
Correlation to struggle, the grind will injure you
It takes more than crutches to make it through I'm telling you

[Hook - X2]

[Soulja Slim]
What you're hearing is Uptown, is y'all familiar with that sound?
A hundred rounds will gun you down, put your bitch ass underground
Now what I want you to know, see I'm a general
Is there Heaven or Hell? Tell me where the killers go
My pill busting slow, fill up the dro
I'm bout to tell 'em what they need to know
Don't fuck with us, we creeping low
He out that 13th, he out that 17th
I'm out that motherfucking 3-9, who want beef?
I'll be damned if grown killers stay humble
I could get ya killed without upping the bundle
Magnolia, that's my project, never called it a jungle
Keep a spot on the block and a key of dope to fumble
When I'm down south hustling, get paid in many ways
If your lick over a hundred G's, I'm coming to bust yo head
I say fuck the Feds and I'll say it again
From the streets to the pen, I play the game to win

[Hook - X2]

 

[fox69]

"Industry Groupie"

"Industry Groupie"


[Intro]
Yeah, On behalf of Chamillitary Entertainment
I'd like to extent my deepest apologies
To anyone who feels they are offended by the following content
Now that we down with all of the nonsense
If you know you not a groupie, make some noise

[Chorus]
G-R-O-U-P-I-E
Told me that she ain't a freak [2X]
Told me that she ain't a freak [2X]
G-R-O-U-P-I-E
Told me that she ain't a freak [2X]
You was kinda high matienence to me
Want my paper but you'll let my partner sleep with you for free
Baby, I thought that you were in love with me
But obviously, your just a groupie (Groupie Love)

[Verse 1]
See, I got a clue when Young Dro said his girlfriend got a girlfriend
That girlfriend of his girlfriend's had Chamillionaire as her man
Then T-Pain said he was sprung, said he had fell in love with a stripper
I shoulda known that you was the stripper that was on the pole tuggin on his zipper
Kanye said that you was a gold digger, You always wanted to be major paid
I turned on my TV and then I seen you kissin on Flava Flav
We was both fans of UGK, we was both dreaming bout ridin blades
While I was dreaming, you was gettin laid on everybodys bed and I was getting played
Yung Joc knew that we was cool, said he knew he didn't stand a chance
You stood still while my song played and his came on and you did his dance
You kept begging me for romance, I kept telling you that's enough
You turned on my boy Juvenile and then proceeded to back that up
Pitbull said Culo and I ain't even that good at spanish
But I knew he was talking to you, I was down with you so I couldn't stand it
Don't try to lie, Don't try to cry, Ain't nothing more for us to talk about
Like Unk said take 2-Steps towards the door and just walk it out

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Gave Bun B a little groupie love, you gave Pimp C a little groupie love
And then you bumped into the whole Screwed Up Click and gave every member in the group a hug
Even messed with my boy Slim Thug, he pulled up, you had a heart attack
You tried to mess with Game and 50 but neither one of them called you back
Ask J.R., my car was pushed to the limit on Cool & Dre
Plus Rick Ross was Hustlin' that money outcha like everyday
You knew that I loved you was those three words that I'd never say
Now your business all over the radio and its the penalty that you have to pay
You made the choice to go and be a freak, even Akon been smacking that
Her plan was to get ran through by a linebacker or a quarterback
R Kelly didn't have to tell me about your bump-n-grind and your foreplay
I found out and I asked you if this was true, you said no way
Birdman said Believe Dat, T.I.P. was like Shawty
Then Young Jeezy said That's Right and Lil' Jon said Okay
Heard you was messin with Ray J, you did a flick is what they say
I ain't even wanna look at the tape until P.Diddy said Press Play

[Chorus]

[Outro]
To be continued...

 

[fox69]

"International Money"

"International Money"


[Intro Chamillionaire]
Ha, Ha, Ha rapper Ricardo (Chamillitary Mayne)
Say man don't you own me some Euros, or some Pounds or something
I could of sworn I let you borrow some international money
At that McDonalds overseas Man!
It's all good we got passports to get in

[Chamillionaire]
Respect my turf in the underground circuit I'm like the owner
But I let others borrow it, you can call me the loaner
Want that back, I'ma empty and give a rapper a told yall
Show my dough at his show and take it right back when it's over
Plus my price on my Bentley is flawless you be the voter
You can vote for me and convince a friend, yall can both be promoters
Who of known that my movement was about to bugle like soda
Should of known, the minute I sign the deal it was over
The Smell of softtop is out, wake you up from your coma
Want to go international? I'ma take you there from the coner
Yea...money's like grass, Ain't got the loot for the grower
You can trust that I'm the one that brain feels like Homer(doh!)
Never really been good in poker, but I'm the opposite of joker
If he choking, then I'ma choke him like a smedium choker
If you think I won't stop him, I got a show like Opera
I get off and leave an impression on him just like a sofa
You ain't even the mini me, mini mouses with many houses ?infemening? many blouses
Yall boys better get me out this, more than I'm in
I heard that failure wasn't an obstacle
I put two shots and fill yall, and I yell out failing is impossible
Telling me what they finna do, gonna do, what they gots to do
Live from the G-5, that noise that you hear on top of you
Top of you like the cops will do, ...when you resist arrest
I ain't tired, so I don't sleep, I just resist arrest
Pop the CD inside your deck and just resist arrest
Cuz another is just another nigga, this is the best
And I don't two-step partner, 10 vehicles dirty dancing
Let me know when I'm major pain, soon as I step off the Phantom
Thinking it's Flavor Flav when they look at the mansion
Ain't got to be cute, I got loot, so they accept me as handsome
And I'm close to the edge, I'm near the cliff like a hugstable
Just like Cliff Hugstable, you'll need a doctor adjusting you
pull the floor off from under you, like the ish was adjustable
And I hope that you falsifiers can afford a deductible
And I couldn't tell yall nothing but other rappers and their deals
but I got that fire, they false alarming with day-drills

[Chorus]
I just got paid and holla at Johnny
Got a brand new chain, with the block stunning
On the fresh set of swangs, making that money
And I'm sitting sideways, sideways, sideways
With my trunk going boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
You hear my trunk going boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
(Ultimate Victory....March 27)
You here my trunk going

 

[fox69]

"Internet Nerd's Brother"

"Internet Nerd's Brother"


[phone rings]

[Intro - Chamillionaire as Dexter - talking (Charlie)]
Hello?
(Hello?)
What's up, Charlie?
(What's up, man?)
Nothin, just watching "American Idol", just searching on the 'net
(Heard anything about Chamillionaire?)

[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire as Dexter (Dexter's Mom) {Charlie}]
Heard he lost twenty million dollars, how'd he lose that?
Heard he got dropped from Universal, how he lose that?
Heard his new single and that (Creepin' (Solo)'s) super whack
Anyways, Ludacris just wrecked him on his own track
Ha, he's the rapper that my brother hates
He commit suicide, so I'm a take my brother's place
Let me log on the 'net, I don't have no time to waste
I'm a log on Chamillionaire.com and rub it in his face
Chamillionaire sucks, Chamillionare's a square
He's drops a lot of mixtapes but I don't care
If he don't switch it up, then I know he's gonna fail
And if he does switch it up, then I just hope it don't sell
Hell, he's super boring, he has no swagger
He's part of a league of rappers that just don't matter
I don't know why DJ Skee or Drama even mess with him
Oh no, there he go, sayin he's the best again
Plus he had the nerve to call my bro an +Internet Nerd+
I'm a log on his Gmail and hack his f-ing password
Sure, he's got Internet fans
But I never heard nobody in the streets jammin him
Mixtape Messiah, HAHA!, better think again
His last one sucked, I never made it up to number ten
I couldn't even pretend, that I would ever get him
I'll never go to his show and not gonna get his album "Venom"
He sucks, what the heck are people even listening to?
His rhyme patterns are enough to, make me miserable
Make me want to enter in-to a mental institute
In the real commercial world, he is like invisible
On the 'net, they're sayin he got witty bars
I'm a say he's whack, post it under every Diddy blog
And plus I wonder overseas, is he really large?
He's probably on vacation, I don't think he really toured
My sister tried to tell me that he got fifty cars
Hi Chamillionaire, none of those are really yours
He's really leasin 'em but I'm the one that really knows
I'm a put ya on World Star and you're gonna be exposed
His personality stinks, can't stand the scent of it
Where's his website? He didn't even finish it
If he thinks he'll sell as much as Wayne, then he's an idiot
I don't think he even made a song good as (A Milli) yet
Chat rooms or something that I'm normally glued to
But I don't wanna conversate with none of you fools
'Cause you think he's good, ant wrong, you lose
Yesterday he wasn't even top 10 on YouTube
Yeah trick, just admit it, y'all frontin
Charles Hamilton, Joell Ortiz, even Joe Buddens
All of them are better than him (Dexter), y'all don't know nothin
(Dexter, come down here now), ha, my mom's callin me - I'm coming
{Why you mad at me man?}

[American Idol plays in background]

[hangs up phone]