Chamillionaire

[fox69]

"Internet Nerds Revenge"

"Internet Nerds Revenge"


[Chamillionaire - playing as an internet blogger nerd]
[typing keyboard]
Logging on to AllHipHop right now and uh..
What is this? Chamillionaire?
Not him again..
[Loud sigh] I can't stand him!

He's probably name-droppin artists 'cause he knows his album bout to drop
You know he's gonna start tryin to diss because he knows he's gonna flop
Eff Chamillionaire! That Carter album is what I'm tryna cop
Chamillionaire thinks he's too smart, and plus I think he sings a lot
See, he is not, nowhere as good as they say he is, I hate that kid!
And if he is, how come his last one didn't do as much as this?
anyways, you gotta act hard to make it in this music biz
And only people who like him is just little white suburban kids
Cause he ain't in the streets, he ain't cookin soft, or sellin bricks
He can't handle beef, he don't know what a two-time felon is
All he talk about is chips, he gotta make a song that's for the chicks
That track with Slick - does he think that I could bust a move to this?!
H-A-H-A LOL, I SWEAR that boy'll never sell
And I just hope he goes to jail, get beat up, stabbed and goes to hell
I KNOW he will! I KNOW he will! 'Cause he don't ever show me skill
I hope they drop him from his deal, that balla rap is overkill
He don't rap the way he used to rap, he rappin 'bout some stupid crap
He be rappin without saying *ISH* and I'm not really used to that
He don't rap 'bout sippin syrup, he don't rep that Houston rap
If I EVER saw him in person, he'd be the rapper that I re-FUSE to dap
Anyway, I heard a rumor; he ain't beefin, what a lame!
He didn't even diss 50 back when 50 Cent called out his name
I asked some girls about him and they told me that they felt the same
So many stans on the internet on his dick and it's an eff'in shame
I'm loggin on to HipHopDX, like, "Who the heck created this?!"
Chamillionaire?! NEGATIVE ONE is what I'm gon' be ratin this
He's not the best, I hate this kid, he couldn't even make my list
If ANYONE says that this is dope, I SWEAR I'll probably take my fist
and punch a hole in this computer, tell the fans to get it straight
Cause last time he dropped a hit was nineteen-ninety-NEVER-eight
That's the reason why I hate on EVERYONE that says he's great
And PLUS he sounds so monotone, his style doesn't ever ELEVATE
I logged on SOH-H just to investigate
I see he tryna drop a mixtape August 27th, WAIT!
Does he think I'ma purchase this? I'd NEVER ever get his tape
Anyways, everytime he does, the CD comes out HELLA late
And plus The Game is droppin then, he shoulda picked a better date
and Texas, they fell off the map, he should be reppin a better state
RZA, GZA, Little Brother, and The Cool Kids way better than him
and he's not even the best from Texas, he's not even better than Slim
I logged on his MySpace page, his song didn't have that many plays
[in whiny voice] 'cause I know that NO ONE cares 'bout ANYTHING he has to say

(Time for supper! [knocks on door])
Huh, what? (What are you doing in there?)
'ey, come on, mom! (Are you jacking off again?)
Close the door! Get out the way!
(Stop it, come eat your broccoli!) NO! NO!
Get out my face please, can't you see I'm on the net?!
(I told you, stay off of those porno sites)
Geez, I'll be out there in a minute, you just need to let me breathe!
(And it's time to take your medication)
STOP IT, MOM! LEAVE! (Come on!)
LEAAAVE, MOM! LEAAAAVE!!
(Stop it boy, I pay the bills in this house!)

[in a pitiful and sobbing tone]
AHHHHH!! I hate my life! I hate my life! I hate that his life ain't my life!
I'm only seventeen, and all I do is sit all day and type!
I cain't believe that Jennifer had the nerve to say I ain't her type!
I hate the smell of broccoli, my mom cain't even make it right!
I give my opinion on blog sites, opinion hate, and say who's nice
'cause I'm too broke to buy CDs, I download 'em and play 'em twice!
I HATE my dad! He disappeared and didn't ever say good night!
I HATE my parents! Hate the world! I'll make sure they all pay the price!!
I WONDER WHAT THE WORLD WILL SAY IF THEY COULD WATCH ME TAKE MY LIFE
I WONDER WHAT THE WORLD WILL SAY IF THEY COULD WATCH ME TAKE MY.. - [gunshot]

{"You got mail!"}

 

[fox69]

"Internet Thugs Attack"

"Internet Thugs Attack"


[Intro - Sample from "Summer in the City" by The Lovin' Spoonful]
Hot town, summer in the city
Back of my neck gettin dirty and gritty
I've been down, isn't it a pity?
Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city
All around, people lookin half dead
Walkin on the sidewalk, hotter than a match headdddd [gunshots]

[Break - Chamillionaire]
I'm gangsta, yep, you can never play me
Got the goons with me, not a Army, we a Navy
I'm gangsta, yep, you can never play me
Terrorizin suckers on the internet daily
I'm gangsta, yep, you can never play me
Log on to the 'net and I'm a be online waitin
I'm gangsta, so gangsta
I don't give a damn about these rappers, they don't pay me

[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Let me set him straight
You say one more word Chamillionaire, I swear to God (God)
I'm a click this mouse pad at your career so damn hard (hard)
I'm a type this keyboard 'til you admit that you a fraud
I would post my address but I ain't tryin to catch a charge (nah)
You respond to me on Twitter, I'll let you know what it is (boy)
I don't want you to follow me 'cause you'll be all up in my biz (yeah)
I don't follow nobody that put up stuff this isn't his
I'm a steal one of them candy cars and drive it off a bridge, 'cause you weird (weird)
Always kickin knowledge like you smart (smart)
Your Twitter questions really just require too much thought (huh?)
You always tryin to brag about a purchase you just bought
I'm a disguise my screen name, so ain't no way I'm gon' get caught
When I hack into your life, you can't be snitchin at all
Naw, I'll probably chill, 'cause you'll probably call the laws
If you ever went to jail, they'll probably get up in your drawers
I don't want to look like I'm gay, so everyday I say "pause"
Nah, you don't want no problems boy
I had a 100,000 views on WorldStar before
I should probably pull my weapon out on camera more
Ain't a sucker on the internet I can't destroy

[Break - Chamillionaire]
'Cause I'll kill you, aiyyo, aiyyo, If you ever play me
Ask around my borough they gonna tell you that I'm crazy
I'll kill you, son if you ever play me
I got a TEC-9, a sawed-off and a .380
I'll kill you, you don't even entertain me
wouldn't listen to your newest CD if you paid me, son
I'll kill you, I'll kill you
You know where I'm at, I'm in the hood, just page me

[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
Aiyyo, my man's on sohh.com, some people call him "Wreckless" (what up son?)
And even he'll admit that southern music ain't the freshest
so I'm a put some bullets in every rapper that's from Texas [gunshot]
Word to God son, I see you, I'm a come up on that necklace
Knock that Texas hat off, I hope you Twit pic that
when I make my way to Texas dunn, you will get jacked
'control', 'Shift', tap, tap, 'cause you whack, get smacked
"F-U-K YOU!" in all caps, take that [gunshot]
'Cause nah you ain't right, you don't spit that Black Thought (thought)
You ain't on my rap radar, you don't spit that real talk
And I tell you that you soft 'cause you ain't from New York
I put hollow points in every single vehicle you park
Ain't no questionin my thuggin, "L-M-A-O!"
I'm the most thugged out person that I know
No wonder Texas screwed up, you dudes too slow
And I'm a hit a million posts if I get two more
So I know, I'm doin somethin productive with my life
Which internet chat room will I be clubbin in tonight?
I'm thuggin on thisis50, I'm live thuggin on Skype
Allhiphop.com, I'm thuggin it as I type, aight?

[Break - Chamillionaire]
I dare you, highly unlikely
For you to leave the house or even put on your Nikes
I dare you, highly Unlikely
That you will come and see me, you will probably just write me
I dare you, highly Unlikely
But if you feelin lucky go ahead and get hype G
I dare you, I dare you
Nah, I don't want no problems, I know you can out type me

[Verse 3 - Chamillionaire]
Sincerely apologize to all my internet thugs
Just don't shoot, I don't wanna die of internet slugs
Make a sucker feel tough for what the internet does
I know you post your craziness to get an internet buzz
I know you tryin to say what's hot and never been in those clubs
I know you hustlin on the 'net and movin internet drugs
But ain't no snitchin 'cause I'm different, I ain't givin you up
But that's beccccause, (aiyyo, what you say to me son?), you just an internet thug

[Gunshot], blaap, blaap [female screaming], Twitter that
Haha, word to mother son

 

[fox69]

"Intro"

"Intro"


Chops On The Track!
Chamillitary Mayne
(Download my style they down-download my style)

[Chamillionaire talking backwards]

(Download my style they down-download my style)

Hey

Yeeah
Most of these new rappers must be jacking off of fame
Real recognize real and all of y'all rappers look the same
Internet make em gangsta, Facebook is ya game
Blue's Clues what'cha claim, YouTube where they bang
Michael Jordan been lame, mine been Kobe of the game
And when Kobe end up lame I throwed back before he changed
I walk in a Y-covier they know when I got some change
Pocket on on a straight jacket like the doe I got insane
Get out'cha history books, I'm too great to erase
Been too solid to replace since great tapes was on taste (hol' up)
Which dentist to you dummies a young minnus with some money?
Make ya cut off your watch hand and sent ya whole wrist to Johnny (hol' up)
I ain't looking for friends cause those be the one to hate
There to temporary Trill and to permanently fake
Get up off my nuts and tell ya chick come get a taste
I be spuing like it's open two-faced in her face (ugh)
Stacks to heavy had to buy a better belt
I don't need silly rappers I'm investing in myself
Sell water to a well then sell slime to a snail
Convince workers in FedEx to cell mail to they selfs (ha)
My money rip the scale you better go get a wreckter scale
Yeah, you could die and couldn't find a hotter kid in hell (foreal)
You can flow the way to the permuter with ya girl
On vacation with'cha hating and I make it back to tell
Got sheriffs begging me to sell products in the jail
Got weatlhy White kids with no problem getting bail
Couldn't find my mixtape and my email didn't help
They doing crime to serve time so they can cop it in the cell (cell)
You want it don't even bother, I bring her back tomorrow
I'm looking for a super thick Toccara I can borrow
Brain so incredible that you can been in Harvard
Brain so incredible that you can get the Carter
Cash Money, Ha, psyche, a dilly
Message erased but you already know the drilly
And the flow so sick I'm popping the disc and get commiddy
Uh, wallet so heavy that my bike won't pop a willie
I'm on leather got mo cheddar my flow federal too
My flow getting the so wetter when slow better in Screw
When you met her then you tell her that you better than who?
You know better the go-getter you know better than you

[Talking:]
Chamilitary Mayne
Gimme that
Y'all know what time it is
Organize k-os in the streets
Mixtape Messiah Part 5
Jump fly, I'm a make it feel like the fourth of July
The bad guy
Yeah, Chamillitary Mayne
I ain't playin with y'all
Gimme that
Thank you

They telling me I done fell off, they saying I gotta sell
They telling me I'm commercial, they saying I won't pervell
But hating is motovation haters you can probably help
Just call me on my celly and tell me how I'm a fail
I'm talking (8 3 2) I'm talking (5 1 4) I'm talking (4 7 3 zero) Holla at me
I'm talking (8 3 2) I'm talking (5 1 4) I'm talking (4 7 3 zero) Holla at me

Shut up when the general talking (I'm talking) some of y'all be bumping to much man (I'm talking)
I'm out in the streets getting mine doing what I do (holla at me)
I'm taking it over like I always do (I'm talking) and you bumping
Call me up (I'm talking) Let me know what it is
I listen to my messages (holla at me) Yeah

Mixtape Messiah part, uh, I forgot
I been doing this for years and I'm still on the top
Watch

(This has been a Chops Production)

[Female voice:] Chamillitary Mayne

 

[fox69]

"It's Just Pain"

"It's Just Pain"


[Chorus]
I tried to call up God and complain
But then he said why you callin my name
It's Just Pain, Pain-It's Just Pain, Pain
It's Just Pain, and it's apart of the game

I tried to call up God's name
Then he said all you do is complain
It's Just Pain, Pain-It's Just Pain, Pain
It's Just Pain, and it's apart of the game

[Verse]
The industry is a robber, my mental be really bothered
Not talkin to any callers, escape the clutch as a povert-ty
Close to my Momma, ain't really close to my Father
The more I became a baller, the more I seen him get Fathered
Cause I don't trust you enough to let you inside of my mind
And even if I let you in, couldn't handle what you would find
I done been through serious times, and don't care if you think I'm lyin
I was grown at the age of nine, wanted to get you out of a bind
I spent my savings to save you, tryna get you up out of jail
Had to sign that little paper, promisin you wouldn't jump ya bail
But then what you do, jump ya bail-they want you, and want me as well
Then the day it happened to me, yeah I hated it-it was hell
And you had to know that I hate it, I hate it-I'm irritated
It's loud and it's getting crowded, my space is gettin invaded
No nachos but it was some vatos who said they don't speak no English
I'm telling e'm make some room, and they lookin like "what you mean"
And it ain't no such thing as team, when the janitor wanna take ya spot
You the one that's on the bench watchin I'm the one who's takin the shot
And I seen the hate on ya face, the moment you seen it drop
Even people that's really close try to take ya down from the top
What about that little fan, tried to say that I had a baby
A baby, I ain't even met her so it ain't even a maybe
Plus her skin is caucausian-she tryin to reach me daily
A groupie, won't be a lady-she's obviously tryin to play me
It's obvious she was crazy-only thing she could do
Is go find a stupid rich rapper that's out there that she could screw
And now she feelin so stupid, and it shows what I said was true
If I plan to go sleep with a white girl, then I wouldn't go sleep with you
So I keep sayin his name, and he say I say it in vain
He say the only time I call is when it's some pain
Tried to mess with my little sis and I threw some salt in ya game
Cause I knew you was old enough to be one of our parents mayne
But a shame on you, a shame-you the only person to blame
When a twenty five person gang, tried to jump me and take my chain
I was the only person not wet, by the punches thrown in the rain
And I couldn't hold any grudges, I said I forgive you mayne
It's true that he had a temper, my Father wasn't bein gentle
At night I would wake up to knockin, my Momma tryna get in the window
Turn on the TV, tryna act like I'm tryna play the Nintendo
The house done burned down forever and no longer sentimental
They livin and lovin life till his girl done fell off that bike
And he happened to still survive but his future don't look as bright
I admit that I got mad at ya and wish we both could fight
When I knock on them Pearly Gates, just don't tell me to take a hike

 

[fox69]

"It's On"

"It's On"


[Intro]
3 million, 4 million, 5 million
Haha, we gon' need a money exchange

It's on, it's on, it's on, it's on...

[Talking over chants of "It's on"]
September 18th, the album is done baby
Yeah! Ultimate Victory!
Uh, Mixtape Messiah, I'm on fire
And you know this man...

[Verse]
I'm so tired of getting cheddar, my cheddar be getting mad
I told my cheddar chill, money hid inside my stash
I'm so far into the future, I can't even see the past
I'm the ish, baby maybe give a baby diaper rash
So greedy that my hand look like it's in need of cash
I'm so greedy that my hand look like it's been eating grass
Want to see the zoo? You don't even need a pass
The wildlife in my garage, how can you not see the jag?
You think you can stop my cash, and I'ma tell you how
9-1-1 are the snitch buttons on the dial
I put so many jewels on the table on a tile
To push all the ice off, you gon' need a snow plough
I be drilling it and killing it like Jason in a mask
Man this idiot done asked me if Texas rap will last
And Roscoes, chicken and waffles on the table, acting fat
Or in the middle of Mr. Chiles, putting a table on my town
That means I ain't local so don't ask me bout a grill
I am untouchable so don't ask me how I feel
Real people ain't have to say it so don't ask me if I'm real
Make a girl squeal, have her acting like a seal
I turned on the news, Paris Hilton going to jail
I got gold diggers in jail that say protection is for sale
I know me having money is the truth cause my deal
Just talked, looked at me like "You, you God, hail"
My money is my money, my money ain't a little
I open up the safe and there's money in the middle
The Victory is coming, for now here goes the riddle
What's a 170 thousand in the colour of a skittle?
What is it? What is it? The candy stuff I live it
Just look in my garage, you can't even say what isn't
A digit, a digit, then add another digit
The bank is like my homie so the safe is what I visit
So listen, Chamillionaire is about to snatch the crown
No matter of fact, just rewind it back cause I've already got it now
I'm so grown up, and rap is like a child
When I'm talking, hope you ain't talking back before I lift my hand and pow!
My style's versatile, no copy in my style
The printer of my ink, you gon' make a copy how?
That's suicide, better call a gravedigger now
He'll be digging a hole in your back yard like a child
Soul got karma, hip-hop got ?karm/calm?
Tell the Internet stands, that I said I'm number one
My Victory is done, who's sick? It's me, it's none
I'm getting at everybody like Superhead's tongue
My nuts weigh a tonne, they bigger than your gun
No homo but my flow's so good I think I'm bout to cum
...Uhh, can't prevent it, global warming
Know what I'm talking bout? Haha I think its bout to start storming
I whip you at your show but wait til you finish performing
I show up at your residence while roosters is yawning
Like Phoenix Arizona, nuts in the morning
I at your crib early giving juice to your woman
Like H-Town, Texas, I know Hollywood boys
That can hit a golf ball in the sky with good points
I watch ?Homer? flicks but ladies get moist
I'll make a girl scream and sound like it's a good noise
Rappers bow down to the sound of my voice
I'm the rapper that you picking and the south, good choice
Got big Tonka trucks that don't sound like toys
And I got homeboys with five 9's like Royce
You choice, better be stinging like a Cobra
When my homies get it popping like a soda
Cola, if your not Chamillionaire then it's over
Top of the charts, I'ma hit it like a Cobra

Sep-tember-eight-teen

 

[fox69]

"Judge Judy"

"Judge Judy"


They won't let me out
I'm locked up, they won't let me out
Locked up, they won't let me out [x2]
Ay, ay, ay, just let me out [x4]

Uh
Gettin' paper's my duty, gettin' paper's my duty
The police pull me over to me to jail in the tooly
When the law ask me why? I said my life is a movie
Will Smith wanted happiness, haters try'na pursuit me
Then I bumped into Judy, yeah I bumped into Judy
I ain't F-ing with apples, most of these rappers is fruity
Yeah, ya'll honer the industry, it's try'na pollute me
I just bumped into Oprah and want to feel on her booty
I just want a lil peace, that won't give me the cutties
Got a father with money, like Vanessa and Rudy (Huxtable)
I'm the type to get moody if you don't like it then sue me
Naw don't sue me, cause really I had enough of that truly
You dis chick she was boogie she really think she a cutie
She be puffin at night, getting higher than cooly
Bags looking like Gucci, cars smelling like? gucci?
I don't wanna say her name so let's just call it Suzy
Try'na act like she knew me, try'na act like she knew me
Try'na friend me on Myspace like how come you wanna prove me
She be lying a lot, people say she a groupie
She had told me she got a lot in the grease like Judy
So the judge looked at me, and the judge said to me
"Your a slick-tongue rapper, your rap could never could fool me"
Then she gave me my sinners like I had spoke to a ruly
She said "I'm goin give you LIFE, if you don't come here and do me! "
What? !

 

[fox69]

"Just Smile"

"Just Smile"


Yeah

[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
See you ain't home to raise your own because you stay on the job
And can't continue to pretend that you don't think it's a prob
You pray to God, she told her that her father work hard
Then her daughter told me that she never knew who he was
Well let's discuss, you used to be not used to the pain
Now the pressure in your blood sure is not new to your veins
You feel the flame but you just want the flame to be tame
Then the doctor tell you that the pain is gonna remain
So you sustain, successfulness just seems like a blur
Ask her who her baby father, she didn't know who they were
She wasn't sure, so everyday the baby with her
And not with him, the chance is slim but if it never occur
Then I assure, that you can trust that all your affairs
Will be eloquently handled by the homie upstairs
They came in pairs, let haters know you're hearing impaired
You don't worry about no problems, let them worry about theirs
And you should

[Chorus - Sample of Johnny P from Scarface's "Smile" (Chamillionaire)]
Smiiile (uh) for me
Won't you just smi-ile, for me (smile for me now)
Smiiile for me (uh)
Won't you just smi-ile (yeah), for me (uh, yeah)

[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
Your problems used to be behind you, now they gettin advanced
Soon as you get up on your feet, you'll see the problems just pass
You chasin cash, you not in school but you good at math
Wonder why the dough you add always end up as half
You 'bout to crash and givin up to you nothin new
And the second they just bettin, that's just what you gon' do
But it ain't true, today you'll be the pigeon that flew
It ain't a care up in the air, if it is then it's few
And you ain't through, 'cause you know that you gonna be fine
Today you gonna be on your grind, tomorrow gonna rewind
Let it rewind and you just can't go sit on the pine
It's like hustlin and grind in the new state of mind
'Cause it's the time, for you to just stop bein depressed
You realize that you the best and they gon' call you the best
You know the rest, 'cause even when your money is less
If you're rich with confidence, then you'll eventually get blessed
So you should

[Chorus - Sample of Johnny P from Scarface's "Smile"]
Smiiile for me
Won't you just smi-ile, for me

 

[fox69]

"Keep Drivin'"

"Keep Drivin'"


[Verse 1:]
Who are you to have any clout, or have any doubt about my potential?
You ain't working for the police, you'll never get to check my credentials
Took a look at my blueprint, tried to copy me like a stencil
But they can only be number two, I hope you fakers run out of pencils
So presidential, like Kennedy in that Continental
Except it's like I switched vehicles and didn't let 'em see what I'm hopping into
When they see you get popular, then they popping up to come pop your mental
They always tell me that money talks, and my conversation ain't confidential
Who said that I can't either, that's something that I can't digest
I'm 'bout to eat like I closed my eyes and this meal in front of me God blessed
Only guilty of being dope, and pleading life is no contest
Cause if you think that they've got it locked, then that lock to me is like Loch Ness
Y'all talking 'bout me way more than me, and what do you think that say 'bout you?
In your mind I keep popping up, my nickname should'a been deja vu
Been here for too long for you to say I'm through, I stay blessed, I ain't even say hatchoo
My city and state will say I'm true, cause I be doing everything I say I do

[Hook:]
Hop in the drop, no time to wait
No, I know you see me hustling every day
They know they not, they know they ain't
So, they say how fast I'm going isn't safe
They tell me stop, pump on your brakes
No, I just keep driving, keep driving straight
They tell me stop, pump on your brakes
No, I just keep driving, keep driving straight

[Verse 2:]
I've been running this for forever, so listen close if you're new to this
Every day is a motion picture, my calendar is a movie list
Introduce myself as a rapper, then put the guap before groupie chicks
In the coupe and I'm riding like I can't let the top of that roof exist
See I was local, not hot at all, told myself that I gotta ball
Hit the streets with that Houston heat, help you get your mind right with Paul
Every verse is just like the law, I'm the person they Skype a call
Want a verse, they ask what it's worth, I'm like Koopa really don't like it, no
Never sold you no lame gimmick, I never sold you no fake image
Don't disrespect me and you don't you ever put me and them in the same sentence
The same minute they [?] your hustle, I start the engine, get out the way
If you're really hoping my reign fall, then write a rain check, cause it's not today

[Hook]

[Post-Hook:]
Keep driving, keep driving, keep driving straight
Keep driving, keep driving, keep driving straight
Money all on my plate, they keep telling me wait
I ain't taking no breaks, I just hop in my ride and drive
I ain't tryin'a be late, I'm just tryin'a be great
I can't tell you my fate, just let me know if you're down to ride

[Outro:]
Oh, yeah, yeah, I just hop in my ride and drive

 

[fox69]

"Keep Hating Pt. II"

"Keep Hating Pt. II"


[Chamillionaire]
I'm like Floyd Mayweather
I flow better, my dough better
Fast or slow, whatever you want to do let's go
You already know I go hard
I am the mixtape circuit god
Flow like a butterfly, sting like a nah
A bee don't sting as hard as C
You won't live after you get stung by me
No pay-per-view though, you can get that for free
Chamillionaire.com, Don King
Get in the ring, ding, ding
I'm ready to go, eight rounds, nine rounds
Matter of fact, we gon' knock 'em out first round
We gon' knock 'em out first round

Never heard another rapper bragging this much
That's because I get it hater, shut the F up
No one on the corner got a swagger this tough
I'm the only around that's getting money like Puff
Grabbing my nuts while they turn my mic up
Losers on the net tryna tell me I suck
Couldn't name a rapper that I couldn't light up
And I realised I just had another light bulb
Bright idea just like my ear
Maybe I should diss a mother-F to get press
Maybe I should tell Canada I go harder
than all other artists and I am the best
Yes, I am Texas, I am freshest
Got to come down, got to come down
And when it come to spitting the fast or slow rhyme
I'm Jay and JazO and Twista combined
City I rule, ain't getting at you
Because me verse you isn't really a duel
I pity the fool that try to get in my jewels
Tell security to move and just give me my tool
I'm after your honey like I'm Winnie the Pooh
I'm telling her to strip down and get in my pool
She thinking is that what she really should do
And now she taking off her shirt and she telling me cool
Got all the paper, I ball my paper
And throw it down the toilet like it's toilet paper
Ain't my birthday but they knowing I'm caked up
Forget a super head homie, y'all can take her
I'm throwed in the game, you know I'm insane
With no curse words like the old Lil Wayne
I'm better than Michael, yep better than Jordan
Matter of fact I'm the Kobe Bryant of recording
You ain't important, I am the man
Do it all again homie, that's the plan
And if it don't work then I'ma get it demand
I got a clause in my contract that say that I can
Mixtape god of the mixtape art
Benchwarmers better play they mixtape part
You a retard, get played hard
Go against me and that's a mistake boy
Paparazzi still tryna take my photo
Got a drop top when I hop in my photo
I be by myself cause these boys act homo
And I don't mess with y'all, yep I still roll solo
If you disrespect me then I'm not respect you
If you don't respect me then I'm yelling F you
I treat you like a stepchild you don't wanna step to
The mixtape god so I'm yelling bless you

 

[fox69]

"Keep It On The Hush"
(feat. Lloyd)

"Keep It On The Hush"
(feat. Lloyd)



[Chorus: Lloyd]
At the end of the night if you're feelin lonely
Keep me on your mind if you need some grown things
Just tell me the time and you know that I'll be
Rollin up in my ride but nobody's gonna see
So if you're feelin like, you're really lonely
I can hop in my ride, and hit up your street
I got a innocent glide, of lovin only
So just give meet me outside, and I'll be on the creep
But you know we can {keep it on the hush, k-keep it on the hush}
I'ma {keep it on the hush, k-keep it on the hush}
I'ma {keep it on the hush, k-keep it on the hush}
I'ma {keep it on the hush, k-keep it on the hush}

[Chamillionaire]
Yeah... I pull up in the driveway it's like the passenger pick-up
Filled your liver with liquor, your silhouette lookin thicker
You would think she a stripper how she unzippin her zipper
Rubberband full of Benjamins got me tempted to tip her
Never leavin a message for evidence when she phony
Talk is cheap so that action the only thing she can show me
If he catch you he catch you, just tell him that I'm your homie
When you see me in public look past me like you don't know me
Conversation is chasin her, that's as soon as he leave
Disappear when he near then I reappear like a breeze
You get caught in the process won't hear no snitchin from me
I'll zip my lip and I'll lock it and we can throw away the keys, ha ha

[Chorus]

[Chamillionaire]
I hear a hello on the line, and that's when I reply
You let her know that I'm outside waitin
Sittin real low in my ride, you know it on my side
Cause you know how some haters be hatin
Hat's sittin low (low) Caddy's sittin low
She ain't been at home (home) while he lookin fo' her
While she wit her folk (folk) act like I don't know her
You already know (know) she do what I told her - keep it on the hush
Pullin up on them Daytons to give her what she been waitin
Four at four in the mornin she's up and mine for the takin
Three's a crowd but I'm lovin that crowd participation
So bring a friend if you feel her, leave her hung if she hatin

[Chorus]

[Lloyd]
Cause everywhere I go, people wanna know, who you are to me
So I tell them, you and me are good friends, when the reality is
We creepin on the hush, so keep it on the hush
Do whatever just don't tell them about us
Keep it on the hush, we creepin on the hush
Do whatever just don't tell them about us

[Chorus]