Chamillionaire

[fox69]

"Reign Fall"
(feat. Scarface, Killer Mike and Bobby Moon)

"Reign Fall"
(feat. Scarface, Killer Mike and Bobby Moon)



[Intro: Killer Mike (Chamillionaire)]
(They just want to see the rain falling)
All the fallen soldiers
Love ya'll man, miss ya'll
But we can't look back we gotta look ahead
(They just want to see the rain falling
Ain't no cloudy days, in a world so gray)
Here we go

[Verse 1: Chamillionaire (Singing)]
They just want to see the weather falling on my crown
I just hope to never let you down (Rain falling
They just want to see the rain falling
But ain't no cloudy days, in a world so gray)
Look up, I can see the weather dropping to the ground
I just hope you never let me drown, drown
(They just want to see the rain falling
But ain't no cloudy days, even headed my way)
I'm trying to take a tres, and flip it to a seis
Cause real recognize real then you sure look out of place
They took out all the greats, they want them all replaced
They try to tell me it's curtains, I open all the drapes
Like "Lord, let the sun shine while your son shine"
Might be a gateway into heaven, but it's one line
And I'm a soldier, loyal is the only way I know
Sincerely yours, the Chamillitary G.I. Joe
See life chose us, but we chose the life we living
We speak with fate then we say those are likely written
Snakes come with the cake, Oh looks like he's bitten
Your life's a gift but I'm like "Who knows if life's a given?"
Dress casual at birth, at death we wearing suits
Feel like it's a special occasion if you want the truth
They say forgive your enemies but if we never truce,
A born sinner so at least I didn't forget my roots

[Hook: Chamillionaire (Bobby Moon)]
(Falling) Rain falling (Just keep on calling) Rain falling
They just want to see the rain falling
But ain't no cloudy days, in a world so gray
(Falling) Rain falling (Just keep on calling for me)
They just want to see the rain falling
But ain't no cloudy days, even headed my way

[Verse 2: Chamillionaire]
We look around and see nobody left to idolize
Cause we just waiting till these newer guys run out of lies
Exaggerated all the rumor talk of our demise
Then we rise up just like "What's up?" and they apologize
Surprise, the storm is coming so I wish you luck
Protect yourself cause if you don't then you might self-destruct
Go 'head and live it up, make sure you live enough
Pour out some liquor for the soldiers that didn't get to duck
'Sup

[Hook: Chamillionaire (Bobby Moon)]
(Falling) Rain falling (Just keep on calling) Rain falling
They just want to see the rain falling
But ain't no cloudy days, in a world so gray
(Falling) Rain falling (Just keep on calling for me)
They just want to see the rain falling
But ain't no cloudy days, even headed my way

[Verse 3: Scarface]
[Talking:]
Yeah without you it's moving forward
And all of a sudden you realize you was going backwards man
Kinda like how my whole life has been
So I'm gonna take some time out and give it to you
Ya dig?

If there's a heaven up above, show a nigga love
Cause I been struggling in blood, trying to make it back to where I was
I shed a tear for the lost souls, caught up in the street life
Living fast, die young, ya'll know what them streets like
Ain't nothing new we going through it day to day
Doing bad in the hood, broke as fuck, so it's hard to pray
We hustle harder yet the cops keep calling
And they Glocks keep clicking, we cannot keep falling, nigga

[Verse 4: Killer Mike]
I started small time, dope game, cocaine
Getting schooled by the OG's of the game, mayne
I got the jewelry and the shit that came with rolling hard
I got jammed with the toaster, and I took a charge
The prosecutor tried to hit me with a sweet deal
I told that bitch to suck a dick like it's a sweet meal
My character hold no resemblance to a damn rat
So I refuse to be used by a pussycat
A nigga judge gave a young nigga 10 years
My baby mama cried 10 x 100 tears
100 nights in the cell I've cried too
My mama died last year, I kinda wish I died too
But I can't, I gotta be here for my baby daughter
Niggas that I'm doing time for won't even pay the lawyer
And I'm stressing and depressing on this crazy drama
OG flexin' trying to fuck a nigga baby mama

[Hook: Chamillionaire (Bobby Moon) {Scarface Talking}]
(Falling) Rain falling (Just keep on calling) Rain falling
They just want to see the rain falling
But ain't no cloudy days, in a world so gray
(Falling) Rain falling (Just keep on calling for me) {Hey, words from the wise, always look ahead}
They just want to see the rain falling {Never look behind}
But ain't no cloudy days, even headed my way {What happened yesterday is done}
{Make your next move your best move}

 

[fox69]

"Ridin'"
(feat. Krayzie Bone)

"Ridin'"
(feat. Krayzie Bone)



[Chorus]
They see me rollin
They hatin
Patrolling they tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
My music so loud
I'm swangin
They hopin that they gon catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty

[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Police think they can see me lean
I'm tint so it ain't easy to be seen
When you see me ride by they can see the glean
And my shine on the deck and the TV screen
Ride with a new chick, she like hold up
Next to the playstation controller is a full clip and my pistola
Turn a jacker into a coma
Girl you ain't know, I'm crazy like Krayzie Bone
Just tryin to bone ain't tryin to have no babies
Rock clean itself so I pull in ladies
Laws of patrolling you know they hate me
Music turned all the way up until the maximum
I can speak for some niggas tryin to jack for some
But we packin somethin that we have and um will have a nigga locked up in the maximum
Security cell, I'm grippin oak
Music loud and tippin slow
Twist and twistin like hit this dough
Police pull up from behind and is in his throat
Windows down gotta stop pollution
CDs change niggas like who is that producing?
This the Play-N-Skillz when we out and cruisin
Got warrants in every city except Houston but I'm still ain't losin

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Krayzie Bone]
I been drinkin and smokin holdin shit cause a brother can't focus
I gotta get to home 'fore the po po's scope this big ol Excursion swerving all up in the curve man
Nigga been sippin on that Hennessey and the gin again is in again we in the wind
Doin a hundred while I puff on the blunt
And rollin another one up, we livin like we ain't givin a fuck
I got a revolver in my right hand, 40 oz on my lap freezing my balls
Roll a nigga tree, green leaves and all
Comin pretty deep, me and my do-jo
I gotta get back to backstreets
Wanted by the six pound and I got heat glock glock shots to the block we creep creep
Pop Pop hope cops don't see me, on a low key
With no regards for the law we dodge em like fuck em all
But I won't get caught up and brought up on charges for none of y'all
Keep a gun in car, and a blunt to spark, but well if you want, nigga you poppin dark
Ready or not we bust shots off in the air Krayzie Bone and Chamillionaire

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Chamillionaire]
Do what you thinkin so, I tried to let you go
Turn up a blink of light and I swang it slower
A nigga upset for sure cause they think they know that they catchin me with plenty of the drink and dro
So they get behind me tryin to check my tags, look at my rearview and they smilin
Thinkin they'll catch me on the wrong well keep tryin
Cause they denyin is racial profiling
Houston, TX you can check my tags
Pull me over try to check my slab
Glove compartment gotta get my cash
Cause the crooked cops try to come up fast
And been a baller that I am I talk to them, giving a damn bout not feeling my attitude
When they realize I ain't even ridin dirty bet you'll be leavin with an even madder mood
I'mma laugh at you then I'mma have to cruise I'm in number two on some more DJ Screw
You can't arrest me plus you can't sue
This a message to the laws tellin them WE HATE YOU
I can't be touched or tell 'em that they shoulda known
Tippin' down, sittin' crooked on my chrome
Bookin' my phone, tryin' to find a chick I wanna bone
Like they couldn't stop me I'mma 'bout to pull up at your home and it's on

[Chorus 2x]

 

[fox69]

"Ridin' (Houston Remix)"
(feat. UGK)

"Ridin' (Houston Remix)"
(feat. UGK)



[Intro: Chamillionaire]
The Sound of Revenge!
Bun B, Pimp C, and Chamillionaire (Ge-ge-geah!)
The Dirty South already know what it is
We out here tryna get it and the police tryna catch you ridin wit it
This the remix, baby

[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
This is the remix, so bang it
If you know the police tryna catch you ridin dirty
Tryna catch me ridin dirty, tryna catch me ridin dirty
Tryna catch me ridin dirty, tryna catch me ridin dirty
We got the whole South, just sangin
(Get Throwed) but don't let them po-po's find you dirty
Tryna catch me ridin dirty, tryna catch me ridin dirty
Tryna catch me ridin dirty, tryna catch me ridin dirty

[Bun B:]
I'm the big-ass, ballin-ass gangsta with his mind up on his cake (cake)
When I put my pistol or murder game down, it's no mistake
I'm a pro, your fake-ass best ta settle down (settle down)
Cause when hot things rip through your vest to your chest
cauterizing your flesh, you gon' wish you had put that metal down (metal down)
I get credit 'round here for the past work that I did (did)
What I'm finna do up in this game (game), what the future hold for the kid (kid)
Place your bid: big body slab, foreign cars, indo weed up inside the jars
Styrofoam cups with pro-meth poured inside so niggaz know how we are
We ghetto stars, super trill, send my lady, to the 'Plex
So when start handin out ass-whoopin's, homeboy you just don't wanna be next
I flip the corna, flip the cut, hit back alleys and the parks
So they can recognize my genius from L.A. all the way to New York, so nigga don't start!

[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
H-Town to PA, they hatin
The police be tryna catch us ridin dirty
Tryna catch me ridin dirty, tryna catch me ridin dirty
Tryna catch me ridin dirty, tryna catch me ridin dirty

[Chamillionaire:]
For the hustlers who rollin that dough, Caddy El dog and blow the big dro
You ain't gotta play Tic-Tac-Toe for the boys to show you them Xs' and them Os'
Got (Revenge) the minute I hit "Go", here I come so stay in your toes
Ain't one rapper can mess with this flow, if he think "yes" then tell 'em it's "no"
No counterfeit, no phony paper, so gangsta when it comes to holdin paper
I'll motivate ya, got Tony paper (who?) - Montana and Tony Draper (okay)
Put it on ya head let the fo' deflate ya, hate to know ya and would hate to show ya
that the (Arm & Hammer) ain't baking soda, you ain't takin over if you ain't Jehovah
It's the remix and I'm sho' finna rip a, hole in the game for the drank and the sippers
T-Pain say he (N Luv Wit a Stripper), well I got boys who in love with a triple - beam
BLING~! Y'all boys know me (who's that?) I'm the poster child of the dollar sign
If anybody got a problem I'm, a Texas rapper that ain't hard to find
Get out the clip and it's four to nine, for all you haters that can prime my sum
Ridin with it, all the time, ridin dirty like I couldn't get my car to shine
It's the chip (chip) mag-a-net, the kid's a bit (bit) arrogant
Bump a kit (kit), draggin with, defend the fifth, kids stare at it
Trunk beat always on crack-crack, like my whip is gettin misparented
Our ticker's gettin dismissed, rip like t-t-t-t-there's hair in it

[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
We got the whole South, just sangin
(Get Throwed) but don't let them po-po's find you dirty
Tryna catch me ridin dirty, tryna catch me ridin dirty
Tryna catch me ridin dirty, tryna catch me ridin dirty

[Pimp C:]
You see me rollin, slidin, drippin period blood
Ain't no doubt, in they mind, I either rap or I sell drugs (drugs)
Well nigga I do both, ain't never been to the poll to vote
But I'm down with George Clampton because he gangsta and he got coke (coke)
Bun B is The Pope, my new name is Tony Snow
Big blow, got the forty-fo' right here on the flo'
I keep it pimpalicious, I fuck with Vicious, every nigga 'round me ambitious
All these rap niggaz fictitious, got yo' bitch tellin me my dick delicious
Catch me ridin in the Rover, bangin Screw then chop Hova
The first album, the real shit, hard-to-kill, drug-deal shit
I made up this trill shit, me and the young nigga name Bernard
Second nigga to rap country, talkin 'bout syrup and sellin hard
First nigga to use a hand clap as my snare drum on a bounce beat
All these shit these niggaz doin, I came up with it in '93
And I originated this (Ridin' Dirty), that's why Koopa had to come fuck with me
Sweet Jones (JONES), Pimp C (C!), I just got off the phone with Master P!

[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
H-Town to PA, they hatin
The police be tryna catch us ridin dirty
Tryna catch me ridin dirty, tryna catch me ridin dirty
Tryna catch me ridin dirty, tryna catch me ridin dirty
We got the whole South, just sangin
(Get Throwed) but don't let them po-po's find you dirty
Tryna catch me ridin dirty, tryna catch me ridin dirty
Tryna catch me ridin dirty, but tell 'em to try again

 

[fox69]

"Ridin' Overseas"
(feat. Akon)

"Ridin' Overseas"
(feat. Akon)



[Intro - Chamillionaire]
I'm lookin in my rearview
And I can see a clearer view of you
This is the remix...
I see you waitin, I know you hatin...

[Chorus - Akon]
I see them watchin, they waitin
For an opportunity to ride up on me
Hopin they don't roll up on me
Cause today I'm ridin dirty
And if they stop me I might be goin to jail tonight

[Chamillionaire]
Ch-Chea! Chamillitary mayne... uh, yeah
I got 20 grand in my pocket and, I'm ridin around with my pockets crammed
You the one that got the contraband, and you smokin that like you in Amsterdam
Before I know it, I see them sirens, I'm pullin over - aye, we just ridin!
Don't talk back, won't be no violence, just shut up, and sit in your seat in silence
Now the police is searchin who? They searchin me and then they searchin you
They smell the breeze and you smell like trees
cause you hit the blunt and hit the purple too
Now the lie is irreversable because you just told 'em we were ridin clean
They question you, but they ain't question me yet
I'm thinkin the police ain't find a thing
Standin on the side of the freeway, wishin they would just hurry up
And I can see, you walkin up to me, like he about to put me up in them cuffs
I turned around and I look at you, and you look away like you feelin sick
I'm goin to jail for what I didn't comit, I must admit, that I hate a snitch

[Chorus - Akon (Chamillionaire)]
I see them watchin, they waitin
For an opportunity to ride up on me
Hopin they don't roll up on me
Cause today I'm ridin dirty (Cause I'm ridin dirty)
And if they stop me I might be goin to jail tonight (jail tonight)

[Chamillionaire]
Ever since they heard the song ridin dirty
The whole world been listenin I'm glad you heard me
Some cops that representin the badge
been showin me every cop ain't bad or tryin to scurr me
A year after "White and Nerdy"
On the grind, still tryin, still flyin birdies
That stuff still in ya cup, still drivin swervin
Ridin dirty like the vehicle inside the derby
A little inspired by U.G.K, and the rest inspired by the life I'm livin
Seen that Impala, he was drunk
And that's when I saw the red lights go get em
And it's ironic that during the chase
Seen Murder Chase, and this kid was Christian
Movin target ran across the street
And unfortunately the car didn't miss him
And now the family is soon to know, that they gon have to do another funeral
The angels ain't singin to ya tune no more, don't move too fast, baby move it slow
Cause one day ya here, baby... next thing ya know, next thing ya know
Everything that used to move don't move no more

[Chorus - Akon]
I see them watchin, they waitin
For an opportunity to ride up on me
Hopin they don't roll up on me
Cause today I'm ridin dirty
And if they stop me I might be goin to jail tonight

[Outro - Chamillionaire]
This is not a movie, it's real life, yeah, yeah...
It's real life, it ain't just a song, it's a message
Nobody ever opens they eyes till somebody gets killed
Rest in peace to Sean Bale
Chamillitary Mayne

 

[fox69]

"Rock Star"
(feat. Lil Wayne)

"Rock Star"
(feat. Lil Wayne)



[Chamillionaire]
Rock star, rock star (rock on)
Rock star (rock on) let's rock-n-roll! (rock on)
I got ladies that love my ladies, haters that hate my haters
I'm a Chamillionaire but got billionaires for my neighbors (rock on!)

[Chorus One: Chamillionaire]
I been had the paper, I been had the stacks
The crowd's screamin loud in every city on the map
Got the groupies goin crazy, they don't know how to act
I bring 'em backstage and tell 'em, "Baby just relax"

[Chamillionaire]
Rock on, they see the jewels is so sick like flu spit and flu cough
Take it off and you lost, the tough talk you tuned it off
Keep the four-iron there, keep on thinkin that it's for golf
Nickel plate on your head, silverware is food for thought
The Grammy winner, the haters is like "How could this happen?" (how?)
On the red carpet so much they mistake me for Aladdin
Now I'm a rapper with revenue like a rock star
If I'm there you can believe the Black Card is not far
Teen spirit ain't what they smellin, they yellin "Where that Nirvana?"
The crowd is rockin and rollin them swishas full of marijuana
They judgin me like Your Honor, your daughter's here with her momma
They me that I'm a charmer, more freakier than Madonna
Famous looked right at me and said "Know why I got my lighter up? (why?)
Cause like the throwback P. Diddy alias, I'ma (Puff)"
See how we rippin up tickets the police writin us
Do like Michael Jackson's complexion mister and lighten up, ha ha

[Chorus Two: Chamillionaire]
Ladies love it when you're livin like a rock star
I got 'em screamin loud as they keep screamin comin out bras daily, daily
Ladies love it when you're livin like a rock star
She sayin she's in love with me and she is probably your lady
Like a rock star (lady) like a rock star (lady)
Ladies love it when you're livin like a rock star (rock star baby)
Catch me gettin into trouble like it's my job (baby, baby)
When we listen 'til the cops come then I'ma - rock on!

[Chorus One]

[Lil Wayne (Chamillionaire)]
Chamilli-tary (and now Mr. Young Money himself)
Lil Weezy, baby! Hahaha

Rock-n-roll fly, {bitches} behold I
I am the {shit}, hear the commode cry
Hear the guitar scream, that double-R lean
And if it's for me, then it's for-eign
Ha, I mean my cars, I mean my clothes
I mean my {hoes}, I mean my flows
You dress different 'round me then I'ma clean your nose
Step into the line of fire, jalapeño toes
Compared to Bigfoot you just Twinkle Toes
I get your girlfriend wet like wrinkled clothes
Rock star like, money drugs freakin {hoes}
World tours, walk-throughs and TV shows
My hair's out (heyyy) no shirt (heyyy)
I stage dive (rock rock) I crowd surf (heyyy)
I'm a Hot Boy (heyyy) I'm on my hot {shit} (rock rock)
Reportin to you live from the moshpit

[Chorus Two]

[Chamillionaire]
I'm so cool, I'm so smooth, I'm that dude, I'm so muah
Groupies trillin me like a spy, the ground be tellin me that I'm fly
The clouds see me and they cry just to get a glimpse of I
Got Mother Nature so jealous she knockin pigeons out the sky
Can't help it I got 'em rockin they velvet
Bones and losin clothes the higher my album sales get
They love me that's right you nailed it, they treatin me like I'm Elvis
Naked pictures she mailed it, she licked on the stamp and melt it
Huh, so save your rap for the rookies cause it ain't no rappers here
A show you do in the club is a show we do in the Amphitheater
We packin stadiums, ladies come in I'll introduce ya
It's too packed to maneuver, crowd look like Lollapalooza
We outshinin the losers (heyyy) know I rock with the Ruger (heyyy)
You know I'm a producer, weapon upside your medulla (heyyy)
Got no time to seduce her, Superhead type of seducer
Groupies tryin to snake me but Koopa denyin Medusas, ha ha

[Chorus Two]

[Outro: Chamillionaire]
Rock rock (rock on) rock rock (rock on)
We gon' keep on rockin and rollin until the wheels fall off
Knowmtalkinbout? Chamillitary mayne
Young Money, we the new Red Hot Chili Peppers
We on fire, sold out arenas, tearin up tourbuses
You know how we get down, ha ha
Rock on, hold up, hold up, hold up
Tryin to get that Ozzy Osbourne paper mayne
I'ma throw a pool party, me and the Playboy bunnies
gon' be swimmin in a pool of paper like Scrooge McDuck
Heh, you invited, if you can swim
Ha ha, rock on

 

[fox69]

"Rocky Road"
(feat. Devn The Dude)

"Rocky Road"
(feat. Devn The Dude)



The rain is falling and the weather is cold
Don't know which way to go but i continue to roll (roll)
the rain fall is really taking a toll on my mind and my body and on my spirit and soul
the rains falling but I'm keeping a hold on the life cause i know that i could spin outta control
I know (know), I know (know), I know this is gonna be one rocky road

Ugh, what part of the voyage is this?
Friendship and business don't mix
With anyone else it's just business with friends I'm personally pissed
Is this a curse or a gift?
Guess I was blessed with my wish
Don't tell me that u feel my pain
Then I say it's best that we switch
U take the fortune and fame and see if it's what u expected
Take the money and change and be careful where u invest it
Just take the test and don't stress it
You get stopped by a detective
Tryin to get in your personal life
Gotta do ur best to protect it
The answer rest in the message
When I go I go in a blaze
But it wont be no captain savin
Cause where I'm goin ur saved
Tryin to rain down on my parade
Till that umbrella get raised
They thinkin that they can read me when they ain't no where my page
Tryin to keep a smile on my face
Even at times when I engage
In business conversations
With people I know are snakes
If life is a piece of cake part of the icing is venom
Spend a life time tryin to bring me down
But I just ain't gonna let em
You betta tell em

The rain is falling and the weather is cold
Don't know which way to go but I continue to roll (roll)
The rain fall is really taking a toll on my mind and my body and on my spirit and soul
The rains falling but I'm keeping a hold on the life cause I know that I could spin outta control
I know (know), I know (know), I know this is gonna be one rocky road

Ugh, I'm back and forth and I'm pacin
Being more patient than patience
Tryin to wait for the good news to show up
But I'm unfortunately waitin
Gotta be group participation
If its in the course that we makin
I was unfortunately done and she was unfortunately fakin
But the only sexual spark is the spark he got for the doe'
(doe)
They say till dill do us part but that part is where she says no
There are to many emotions
Emotions like pins and needles
Actin like emotions are evil
Like showin love is illegal
I thought that is was a eagle but i seen this vulture before
He thinks this is were ill stop cause he sees that im walkin slow
But no i think you should know that soon as I get where I go
You'll remember the fact that i had a purpose fo'sho

I hope you no where ur goin
I hope u know that today
On the side of the road you gon see a whole lot of snakes
When the bad weather comes to rain down on ur parade
Just raise up ur umbrella and try to keep goin straight
(and keep the rain)

The rain is falling and the weather is cold
Don't know which way to go but i continue to roll (roll)
The rain fall is really taking a toll on my mind and my body and on my spirit and soul
The rains falling but I'm keeping a hold on the life cause I know that I could spin outta control
I know (know), I know (know), I know this is gonna be one rocky road

[Devin the Dude]
This road has many curves
Many bumps and potholes, it can even take u through a loop if u ain't got yo
Sh*t together unpredictable weather can leave ya
Dehydrated, frost bitten, washed away, or either
Dan over by heavy traffic, watch where u roam
Cause it's a challenge just tryin to make it home
But still i walk i keep my paste i keep my stride
Would hitch-hike but there's to much pride
I must find a narrow path so i could walk and laugh out loud
Cry and sing with out bein judged by the crowd
Maybe some day i could just fly away
But for now ill just beat my feet and get there someway somehow
And mile after mile after mile ill smile
Keepin my head up even though rains porin down
And the road gets rough and the journey is long
I might get tired but i must move on

The rain is falling and the weather is cold
Don't know which way to go but i continue to roll (roll)
The rain fall is really taking a toll on my mind and my body and on my spirit and soul
The rains falling but I'm keeping a hold on the life cause I know that I could spin outta control
I know (know), I know (know), I know this is gonna be one rocky road

Most of our heroes are locked up
Diseased or deceased
We can never really remorse until somebody restin in peace
We measure the best by success and ain't impressed by nothin less
Only time we say we wanna change is when we ain't got no change left
Only time we call on God is when is nobody else to call
Keep stumblin over the same road block that just made ya fall
We always gotta wait until somethin happen before we start reactin
We at war with ourselves how much longer are we gonna be attackin?

 

[fox69]

"Roll Call"

"Roll Call"


[Intro]
Attention, little kids
I know, you're fans of his
If it ain't no Cham, then it ain't gon jam
I threw it, off a bridge
And, if it hurts your ears
And you're tired, of what you hear
Homie have no fear, the Messiah's here
We gon shut it down, this year yeah

[Chamillionaire]
A.N.I. out in Cleveland, Eminem out in taller
Lucky Music in Abilene, waiting for my arrival
Music City in V.A., say hey ain't nobody tighter
Super Sounds in Atlanta, like where that Mix Tap Messiah
Colorado fa sho, they say that Koopa's on fire
Ask James at Eackazam, he'll tell you I'm no liar
Been in the game for a minute, I'm one of the biggest suppliers
I'm the rapper they waiting for, you the rapper they tired of
How the hell you say you blew up so quick, and then rub it in
When you ain't seen a royalty check, and know nothing bout publishing
I feel sorry for the thirteen year old teenagers, who loving him
They try to tangle with the sharks but I'm sorry, he doesn't swim
I'ma rip off another limb, no need for partici-hating
I suggest that you get to shaking the spot, and just switch locations
I wouldn't stop if he told me, if him and Clark Kent was dating
Cause he couldn't spit hotter than me, if that pussy was kissing Satan
I know the public is waiting, for Controversy to sell
Most of the rest of the real niggaz locked, and ain't made bail
Pimp, Z-Ro, 50/50 locked up behind jail
Cause of snitch figga ass niggaz, like Dike Jones trying to tell
Who (hell naw), who (hell naw)
He told me a different story, then the one he trying to tell y'all
Who (hell naw), who (hell naw)
I don't wan' diss my old dog, so I'ma chunk a deuce for Paul
Who told DSR, that he make more than me and P
And my nigga Slim Thee, Dike Jones could it be
You could of praised my whole body, and couldn't afford a sleeve
I don't even drop a c.d., and still clear more than forty G's
A month and it's just my check, and ain't even got to my savings
The money the bank is saving, plus the money my safe is saving
Let's flame him, since he say that he blazing
He blew up quick, and nobody was there to save him
Keep it cool I tried to, but you know I'm a rider
Get respect in Louisiana, and all the way down to
Florida DJ Smallz, Atlanta with DJ Drama
Off this money I make, I'll probably go hit the Bahammas
Get respect in Cali, Vallejo they popping collars
Get respect of the streets, you get respected to tollers
So what I'm trying to say is, I'ma be here regardless
I'm the rapper they waiting for, you the rapper they tired of

[talking]
Tha-thank you Chamillion, um
You hear it here first, at WKTB work your booty
Pimp radio station, and um
There seems to be an excessive amount of fraud artists out here
And we have a couple of artists here, that feel the same way
Uh, let me hear what you have to say here sir

[Chamillionaire]
Let me silence all the talk, can't match up with my vault
You ain't getting no respect, from real G's on the North
You get put in duct tape, you cupcake you too soft
Ain't no rapper got broke off, this hard since Tha Boss

I've seen your chain, but how much did it cost
You can't be like E.S.G., and let your body defrost
Seen the studio that you was saying, was Swishahouse
But that was Tow Down's studio, and that was the South

You ain't, in the dope game
Real niggaz know, he wasn't moving cocaine
Real niggaz po' a whole cup, of that drank
Niggaz I know, ain't repeating your name

What you gonna say now, Dike is a clown
Come around hurr, and you gon get beat down
Man hold up I'm in the club, sipping crown
And niggaz getting tired of Dike Jones, in D-Town
And a one and a two, and a three nobody
Who he messing with, man it sho ain't nobody
(pass me the Nina), don't worry I got it
Say whodie I'll blow his chest up, he won't have nobody

I was gripping on my steal and wood wheel
Music on the radio, I couldn't feel
Popped in a grey tape, cause I'm trill
Pussy gimmick nigga nigga, get real (get real)

But nigga don't make me grab this steel
Pull it, I'll levitate your crew
Nigga you don't represent the real
My nigga, don't ever say you do
I turn that scene, to a crime scene
Don't make me, yellow tape your shoe
Cause DJ Screw, elevated Screw
And Screw, elevated you

Man bring it back, I'm with it

 

[fox69]

"Roll Call Reloaded"

"Roll Call Reloaded"


[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
Sorry but I'm real busy mayne
Grindin, I'm in the streets gettin change
You can leave a message after the tone (tone, tone, tone, tone, tone, tone)
But I hope that it's 'bout money mayne
I don't wanna hear no other thang
Or you can go ahead and just hang up the phone (phone, phone, phone, phone, phone, phone)

[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire - imitating Pimp C]
Uh, got a chip in my phone, I stay talkin free
If it ain't 'bout money stop callin me
Leave me alone if you ain't talkin G's
If your name ain't on a damn caller ID (caller ID)
Uh, you ain't even much, really fittin to talk to me
I keep it pimpin so don't talk to me
If it ain't 'bout business, cause talk is cheap (talk is cheap)

[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire - imitating Slim Thug]
Ha, we boss hoggin and makin paper, your stock's fallin (cheah)
Get money, then get more, while y'all stallin (stallin)
I just bought 'em, them fos swang, ya saw crawlin
Ha, money talks, if you not talkin, then stop callin

[Verse 3 - Chamillionaire - imitating Z-Ro]
Try me just one time, I show you the proof
I got a bunch of Reggie Miller niggaz ready to shot
Get hauled off with the sawed off, he called Snoop
Tall, skinny, yippy, small nigga, turquoise blue

[Verse 4 - Chamillionaire - imitating E.S.G.]
All the way to Louisiana I know you gutter niggaz feel me
I keep a loaded heater that's a auto and a semi
I'm ridin in a big truck, I know that auto got a hemi
I'm blowin purple stuff, that's purple stuff up in my kidney

[Verse 5 - Chamillionaire - imitating Killa Kyleon]
Run it, hey
Lookin at the game, it's like I need some more spitters
When they sayin lyricist they only sayin four niggaz (run it)
Tired of you muggin me like you a born killer
I'll wrap the beef up for ya like a tortilla nigga

[Verse 6 - Chamillionaire - imitating Big Moe]
Hey, naw, naw, just tryin them doors is on swangs
Still crawlin low, roll master on swangs (roll master on swangs)
Sippin and pour, I stay sippin that drank (drank)
'Til it get low and then I fill it up mayne (may-ne)

[Verse 7 - Chamillionaire - imitating Willie D]
I'm ready, I don't play, hey
Freaky deaky, freaky deaky, she know how I go
Hard for the pesos, my car goes and they sure to follow
Gonna let her follow as long as that heffa know my motto
I know you over the head with a bottle if your wallet hollow

[Verse 8 - Chamillionaire - imitating Bushwick Bill]
Your mind playin tricks if it's not me your askin for
I leave 'em stranded, beggin, pleadin, they ask for more
Under 5 feet but yeah, I'm your master broad
Visa, American Express, even your MasterCard

[Verse 9 - Chamillionaire - imitating Magno]
It's magnificent, look at that
Eye candy sprayed on my dash
Stacey Dash was the month before last
I replace the dash and she can't be mad

[Verse 10 - Chamillionaire - imitating Lil' O]
Your talkin 'bout the south and close your mouth they should, yeah
Hope your ghetto pass throughout the south stay good, yeah
Ridin candy red, I'm on that south braised wood, yeah
Pull up to the curb, break 'em off and rake hoods, yeah

[Verse 11 - Chamillionaire - imitating Bun B]
From the corners of PA to the tip of the Texas state (state)
To all my niggaz "Ridin Dirty" jammin UGK (K)
Give me good brain is somethin I ain't have to say (say)
Been ready to duck and do it since that MTV with Sway (Sway)
I'ma keep it trill (trill), I'ma keep it true (true)
I'ma keep on ridin the hard top and poppin roof (roof)
I'ma keep on droppin the drop, then I'm "Chunk Up The Deuce" (deuce)
Texas representin, got 'em swangin, bangin Screw
Hold up

[Verse 12 - Chamillionaire - imitating Devin The Dude]
Yeah, yeah
I put my jimmy on her tonsils and she mumbled and spoke
I couldn't understand, it's like she wanted to choke
It sounded like she said she didn't have nothin to smoke
I pulled my stick off her lip and bust a nut on her throat (eh eh, yeah)

[Verse 13 - Chamillionaire - imitating Big Pokey]
Caddy popped off, full screen up
White cups, fo' nina
I'ma 'peat I ain't no dreamer
I bite the bullet outta yo nina
Yellow stone, I'm makin cash
On Holly Hog, scrapin mash
Watch the trunk just wave and laugh
Am I ridin dirty? You hate to ask

[Verse 14 - Chamillionaire - imitating Lil' Keke]
Southside, southside
Pass the fo', forget Don P
Pop the seal, so down key
When I turn the candy red car key
Drippin slow, I'm in the mode
If you don't like it, then pardon me
But you know the fo' on me
Better bring you a whole army

[Verse 15 - Chamillionaire - imitating Mike Jones]
Cheah, 281 not 713 (what?), 281 not 713
Candy load, I'm ridin fos
Now broke hoes wanna bop on me (what?)
Broke hoes wanna bop on me
Want me to take 'em on a shoppin spree
But you ain't ridin (naw), not with me
Cause I feelin mellow on choppin Spree's (haha)

[Verse 16 - Chamillionaire - imitating Paul Wall]
What it do, what it do
Still with the camp, shinin like a lamp (lamp)
"People's Champ," gonna leave a tramp left on the feet, stuck like a stamp (stamp)
Still tippin of fo' fos, I'm crawlin slow, I thought you knew (knew)
Breakin bread and break 'em off with the Swishahouse man, what it do

[Verse 17 - Chamillionaire - imitating Trae]
So they don't wanna get it
Really really cook 'em back fo' fo' ready to show off in this bitch
The windows stay tinted to the max when I'm in it
Slow loud and bangin, best believe I'm gonna go get it

[Verse 18 - Chamillionaire - imitating Lil' Flip]
Me I'ma pimp, I ain't payin for no sex (woo)
Connected on the west, I ain't payin for no tecs
I'ma CEO, I ain't waitin for no checks
Want drama, better bring it, but you better wear a vest (oh boy)

[Verse 19 - Chamillionaire - imitating Scarface]
G's don't die, we ride
We ride down the strip and we multiply (ply)
Move pies and 05's guys we close eyes (close eyes)
Never seen a man cry, 'til I seen my hand bys

[Chamillionaire]
If you leavin stupid messages on my answering machine, then stand by

[Chorus]

[Outro - Chamillionaire - imitating Chingo Bling]
"They Can't Deport Us All," chico
I got into they ice, to get into they foil, punto

 

[fox69]

"Roll Call Reloaded"

"Roll Call Reloaded"


[Chamillionaire]
Industry is saying that boy got skills
And the streets is saying that boy so real
Who that boy tracking that boy Chamill'?
Always give you somethin that boys gon' feel
"Try to give you somethin that you boys gon' feel" [X4]

[Chamillionaire imitating Young Jeezy]
Yeah!
Still in the streets, still sticking to the plan (plan)
All this ice on me, got a frosted out hand (hand)
White coloured Lam' lookin like a snowman (man)
Hundred karat chain, see the neck, they like "Damn"
Cheah, y'all know me
Eff the industry, I'm still the same old G
Serve to the streets till you lames O.D.
Mixtapes like crack, the next thang's on me

[Chamillionaire imitating Jim Jones]
Some of them be talking but snitch is what we call 'em (snitches)
I be gettin gwop way from Houston down to Harlem (Harlem)
We twenty deep if it's a problem
Don't want nothing truly cause they thinkin we gon' rob 'em
And you know how we be mobbin
Police lady talking bout the trouble that we causing (keep it moving)
You gon' have to keep it moving darling
And we gon' keep on doing what we doing and what we causing

[Chamillionaire imitating Lil Wayne]
Yeah! Young Millionaire, they can't deal with this swagger
Feel the banana, will squeeze the hammer
I see your forehead, it will see the handle
Will eat your money, will feed your ama-
amal, Rambo, I will enjoy
I am nutting if she's slutty just like Almond and Joy
Programmed to kill, get beat, I destroy
Whatever to get the money, little duffle bag boy

[Chamillionaire imitating Plies]
Dope boy, gotta feel me, I'm real tight
Doing what I really say I do in real life
Cheque got the chain homie, this some real ice
A hundred and fifty K for it, that's the real price
Bust it baby, wanna give me in her living room
Making music for the hustlers and the real goons
Let 'em know, album bout to hit 'em real soon
All you rappers gon' have to make a little room

[Chamillionaire imitating E-40]
I don't know what the problem is, pockets thick as a hippopotamus (hippopotamus)
Breezy lookin in the dash of my drop top, tryna see what mileage is (the mileage is)
She done flunked about fifteen somethin colleges
Your opinion is irrelevant as a XXL columnist
So tell that breezy she better be a skater (skater)
She's best to get up out of here cause the pimp like me won't date her
Uhhh, I'm a pimp, you the one that paid her
Pulling off in my scrape and it black on black like I'm Darth Vader

[Chamillionaire imitating B.G.]
Hopped off the porch and homie didn't like that
So now I roll solo and don't even like cats
Chain lookin frozen, I'm showing a icepack
Loyal to the streets, I hand you the mic back
I put down my pistol and boy they get slapped
But it ain't even fun cause I know he won't fight back
Can't leave the streets, they love me just like crack
I'm like Uncle Sam, yeah homie, I like that

[Chamillionaire imitating Rick Ross]
Other rappers just be having million dollar thoughts
I'm a rapper that can pull a million out my vault
Do it like boss, don't matter what the cost
White on white Phantom, sittin fat, I gotta frost

[Chamillionaire imitating Rich Boy]
Nobody selling that, record labels falling back
Back off in these streets, show 'em how to get a stack
Show these other rappers and these fun trappers how to act
Throw-throw some D's on it and put some more on top of that

[Chamillionaire imitating Snoop Dogg]
She approached me, I ain't approach her
I had a forty-ounce on my coaster
You know I want to hit that west coaster
Candy car blue, that's the Hou on my roadster
And the same color on my low-low
Got a couple homies with that chronic for the low-low
For sho' though, and I ain't with the snitchin, that's a no-no
That's why I'm riding solo and I'm lookin out for popo

[Chamillionaire imitating Bun B]
I'm off the metre, they want me to let 'em know what's the deal (deal)
Cause I'm a Texas player that's only gon' keep it trill (trill)
You ain't gotta look for no longer, the trill is here (here)
No need for falsifying, them fakers gon' disappear (disappear)
Probably shouldn't give a trill rapper the mic
Cause he gon' kick that realness and trill ish that they like (like)
And the street credibility gon' match to the hype (hype)
Talking bout you keep it gangsta, only happens you might

[Chamillionaire imitating The Game]
I'm an N.W.A., no manners and bad grammar
Surrendering for what? No waiving the bandanna
Tell the tool man how I handle the damn hammer
Try to punk me and I'm breaking that man camera
Just tell MTV to send a doctor the bill
And if the bill make it there, you'll need a doctor for real
Keep a chopper on his seat to keep a watch on my wheels
Mashing in the Lamborghini like the cops on my heels

[Chamillionaire imitating Jay-Z]
I ain't even writing homie, I just press record
And all you say is great before I make it to the course
Hear your little voice tryna make a little noise
Till I let you little boys see my picture in the Forbes
Tell Forbes to get it straight
Cause they gon' have to account for what I do with the tapes
I never bounce a cheque, I don't even bounce to the bank
G5 everywhere, get a million miles on a tank

[Chamillionaire]
Industry is saying that boy got skills
And the streets is saying that boy so real
Who that boy tracking that boy Chamill'?
Always give you somethin that boys gon' feel
"Try to give you somethin that you boys gon' feel" [X4]

[Chamillionaire imitating The Dream]
Shawty rock to the beat for your boy
Shaw-ty, do it
Ay-ay, got a fleet full of toys
Whole bunch of blue whips
Gettin cheddar, cheddar, cheddar
I be gettin cheddar, cheddar, cheddar
You know I be grindin, grindin, grindin daily
Grindin, grindin, grindin daily

 

[fox69]

"Run You Out The Game"

"Run You Out The Game"


[Hook]
Why, you are still are talking lies
Don't they know I will ride
And make somebody slide
Be with it
Why, you are still are talking lies
Don't they know I will ride
And make these busters hide
Be with it
We run the game, run, we run the game
Run the game, game, try to scandalise my name
We run the game, run, we run the game
Run the game, game, try to scandalise my name

[Chamillionaire talking over hook]
Shoulda seen it coming baby
Shoulda seen it coming nigga
Yo, yo
We running the game nigga, I'ma run you out the game nigga
I ain't gonna let no pussy niggas represent my city nigga
Nuh uh, especially not no gimmick pussy niggas
Yeah

[Chamillionaire]
We real niggas, we ride chrome, we don't listen to the Jones
We give a damn whether you like him or whether he pick up his phone
Smoking cigars on album covers, that nigga thinking he Capone
Who the hell is gassing him up? They got him sipping on Patron
(That was wrong) I mean petroleum, roll with him, wouldn't try
You'd step over to the side and sit it down if you was wise
Dyke Jones just died, "Chamillion, what is your reply?"
Must of did like my door handles and committed suicide
(Is that right) Messed up cause his thing used to be an anthem
But I only think you pussy when I hear it like a tampon
He'll be working at the dam pond, now I don't drive a Phantom
With the money I make offa this CD I'll probably grab one
Damn, tell me why you had to do that Cham
Cause I don't give a damn how many shows he doing man
I bring beef outside the club like biggity boot that man
And that's 32 chambers less than the Wu-Tang Clan, yep
Four featers, two peoples you already know
Swishahouse ain't gotta screw you cause you already slow
I wasted time chopping, came up wit him at his show
And he was like I gotta go, "I gotta go snitch on Magno"
Don't step up to the throne, you know you need to back down
Mixtape Messiah 2, I'ma give the streets your whole background
Funny looking rap clown, they gonna look at all your raps now
And say "Dyke Jones!" how hilarious does that sound?
He took me off, I ain't tripping, different versions of the song
But that's cool, Dyke Jones isn't gonna be tipping long
Cause he didn't call for back up, too bad he didn't have his phone
That nigga didn't have to roam, that nigga shoulda stayed at home

[Hook minus last 4 lines]

"See I'm sheriff around these parts and umm
In my neck of the woods, we don't allow too many dykes
Nope, my trusty little musket right here says that uh
You got ten seconds to get outa Georgia or you gonna be dodging bullets
One... three... ten...
[Gun shots]
Yee-hah"