Chamillionaire

[fox69]

"Failure's Not An Option"

"Failure's Not An Option"


[Intro - Chamillionaire]
Do it, do it
Do it, do it
Do it, do it
Ain't got to tell you I'm the truest, truest, truest
Better tell 'em I'm the truest, truest, truest
You better tell 'em I'm the truest, truest, truest
Better tell 'em I'm the truest, truest, truest
Everyday, hey

[Chamillioniare - talking over Intro]
Hold up
Still here, doin it baby
Still here, how many years I've been doin this mixtape stuff
Y'all better recognize who it is

[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
Top stay droppin, my trunk stay poppin (uh, uh)
Now turn the speakers up and the beat stay knockin (hold up, hold up)
Blades stay choppin, the groupies stay boppin (still boppin baby, baby)
Pull up to the curb and all the ladies they just hop in (that's right, that's right)
Um, the northside body rockin (the northside)
Um, the southside body rockin (the southside)
Um, we got the whole world rockin (hold up)
Gonna have to see a "Victory," cause failure's not an option

[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
I keep one ear to the streets (streets), cause see I'm eavesdroppin
They talkin about my buzz, try to picture me floppin (what) (hey, hey)
Underground ruler, wreck on every beat knockin
Gobble, gobble all the green, so they call me Green Goblin (hey, hey)
So action hero if you talkin about De Niro/dinero
I ain't talkin about Robert, I am talkin about Euros (what what what )
Think that I'm irrational, hustle's international
You can keep it movin like Simon is who asked you to (woo, woo)
Used to have the small stacks man (what), I used to tube sock it (yeah)
My pinky in the air, near the sun my ring block it
Gotta stay protected cause I know you dudes watchin
My jewelry known to light up a whole room like two sockets (yeah, yeah) (haha)
Can't call it a stack if it fit in your tube socks (socks)
You promotion that 'No Snitchin' like a snitch, but you not (not)
You know that you allowin the police, call you out
You gonna be a speaker like a Tweeter on a boombox (box, box) (uh)
Still a young king of this, you know I'm a hold it down
Still ridin candy with the fo' wides pokin out (still)
Still Screwed Up, still a punchline poster child
Say it towards me and you'll get punched (pow), close your mouth
[Imitates Pimp C for one line] Trill, tell me how you feel, like Young Pimp (pimp)
If that whip less than 80, maybe it's the wrong whip (hold up)
I speak louder than a doubter, so don't even attempt
Talk to dudes like they shoes, better tell 'em (better tell 'em) "don't trip" (I got this)

[Chorus]

[Outro - Chamillionaire - talking over Chorus]
Turn your speakers up
Turn your speakers up to 18 and let 'em bump baby
It's the Mixtape Messiah, you in the presence of the finest
I'm know your still down with me, let's get it

 

[fox69]

"Famous"
(feat. Famous)

"Famous"
(feat. Famous)



[gunshot]

[Intro - Chamillionaire - talking]
(In the corridor), ya see that?
(On the wall), over there in the corner?
(Underneath the staircase), that's the Hall of Fame
(In the hall), put your picture because you're (famous)
You want it and you got it
(You know why?) because you're (famous)
You want it and you got it
(They gon' ride) because you're (famous)
You want it and you got it
And they'll try 'cause you know

[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
They gon' see the platinum pinky ring that's on your finger
They gon' see you pull up in the old school with the swangers
All your friends'll tell ya that you're goin through some changes
Tryin to count your pockets, tryin to see what your change is, 'cause you're (famous)
You want it and you got it, yeah, you got it

[Chamillionaire]
Come on man, look
You can't believe a groupie, she'll be tellin you that she wanna
Go and tell the media that you took the nookie from her
Daughter and the mother (both), smarter than a mother
Blonde is the color, dye their hair then they act like "Dumb and Dumber"
Lookin for the pipe and you just tryin to be a plumber
They got to be the DJ for them to say that you was drummer
Be famous if you wanna, you gonna be worse than Jeffrey Dahmer
Everybody wonder, how could you decapitate your Hummer?
For summer after summer, one will have to be your number
'Cause they gon' say your done if you come any number under
'Cause you're (famous), be famous if you wanna
They shootin at the club and they gonna name you as the gunner
'Cause you're (famous), be famous if you wanna
I hope you got a lawyer that could beat it like a drummer (famous)

[Famous]
Me? You know me, ha
The one, the only, hey homie
Fame ain't the problem, it's the one's that pho-ny
The game ain't the problem, just the ones be-fore me
Hate on your brothers, yet claim they O.G.'s
But deal your worst hand, who gon' fold me?
This where the platinum and gold be and Cham' told me

[Chorus - Chamillionaire (Famous)]
They gon' see the platinum pinky ring that's on your finger (I know)
They gon' see you pull up in the old school with the swangers (fo' sho)
All your friends'll tell ya that you're goin through some changes
Tryin to count your pockets (let's go), tryin to see what your change is, 'cause you're (famous)
(I'm Famous!), you want it and you got it (I got it), yeah (yeah), you got it

[Famous]
I started so, far underground, thought I'd never see the light
But I ain't even need the lime, I just had to see a mic
And now they got me in the mags, baby don't believe the hype
Catch me at award shows, boys can't perceive I'm nice
So I'm a put it in they face like proof of seein Christ
Now guess who gettin cake, need proof? You see the ice

[Chamillionaire]
Okay, okay, I see ya finally graduated up to ridin tour bus
All the groupies in it, they gon' tell you that it's the whore bus

[Famous]
Tell me how the heck can any groupie not adore us?
Hoppin out the yellow Lamborghinis with the doors up

[Chamillionaire]
Haha, you gon' be buyin Lamborghinis with your tour bucks? (yeah)
Then you'll probably say you're out of money when the tour's up (aw man)
Spend it on your jewels, your arm lookin like a cool cup

[Famous]
Man, we spend it on them tools too, naw we ain't fool-ish
'Cause God's plan man is already scripted
Can't jump the B-wagon and already missed it
Shit and if you missed it, (hey), you just missed it
Dig it? My style I already switched it (already)
Young, black and gifted
And if fame is a drug, I need the whole World addicted

[Chorus - Chamillionaire (Famous)]
They gon' see the platinum pinky ring that's on your finger (you missed it man)
They gon' see you pull up in the old school with the swangers
All your friends'll tell ya that you're goin through some changes (true)
Tryin to count your pockets, tryin to see what your change is, 'cause you're (famous)
(I'm Famous!), you want it and you got it, yeah, you got it (I'm feelin it though)

[Chamillionaire]
Look, tell the truth (truth), the game ain't as cool as I thought it'd be (straight up)
They saw me in the Forbes, everybody tellin me they diggin me
All my enemies say that a friend's what they consider me
I turn my back, they take the knife and try to stab it into me
I'm pullin 'em off the lot (where they at?), doin diddley
Squat and now I got plenty haters tryin to get at me
So what is you gonna do when they see you with me in Italy
And paparazzi pictures picture you as the epitome?
A superstar, literally, followin you like Brit-aney
How the heck you tell me you can handle that, you kiddin me?
You're famous

 

[fox69]

"Fire"
(feat. Famous)

"Fire"
(feat. Famous)



(Naw for real though, I know what y'all been waitin for)
(Don't trip, I got it)

(Fire!)

[Chorus - Chamillionaire - w/ ad libs]
"Say that you want fire, come hire the Messiah"
"You say that you want fire, come hire the Messiah"
"You say that you want fire, want fire, want fire"
"You say that you want fire, come hire the Messiah"
"You say that you want fire, come hire the Messiah"
"Say that you want fire, come hire the Messiah"
"Say that you want fire, come hire the Messiah"
"You say that you want fire, want fire, want fire"

[Chamillionaire - talking behind Chorus]
Haha (hmmm)
(I got that) fire
I got a little fire too
You know what I'm talkin about? (hmmm)
Yeah, (they want that, they want that) fire
Okay I'll tell you what
You be Koopa, I'm a be Hollywood Jackson (ch-cheah)
I'll be Famous
You ready? You sing the hook and everything (woo!)
(Fire!), let's get it man

[Verse 1 - Famous]
Man they say they want that heat, man they say they want that beat
In they trunk (yeah), I fuck with niggaz who got drama for the heat
To that punk like fuck you gon' do when a nigga run up on you
Put that (fire) to your ass, got you runnin out your own shoes (fire, fire, fire)
Zone 2, when I'm out in the A (A, what's up?)
And stay draped up in drips, so they know I don't play (you know I don't play)
Spittin (fire), but they sayin little shorty okay (yeah)
Told them suckers I'm the best and you probably are gay (Famous)
[laughing], say I really miss Pimp C
Them simps be cappin, but really slackin mentally (yeah)
Why you doin all that actin baby? It's me
Hollywood Jackson, I'm a pass 'em, I'm a switch speeds (yeah)
Spillin drink on my shirt, I don't switch T's
I can do that like Flip nigga, this T (what's up boy?)
E-X, we stressed, we next, we best
Spittin fire 'til there's no mics left

[Chorus - w/ ad libs]

[Chamillionaire - talking behind Chorus]
Yeah
I know, they want that (fire)
That's what's up baby
Chamillitary is the, they want that, they want that (fire)
Name that's runnin the game (hmmm)
Name that's runnin the game (they want that fire)
You know I got that fire baby
Hakeem (hmmm), King Koopa baby, hey (let's go)

[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
I hope y'all countin all the fire verses I done produced (produced)
They said you break it then you buy it, so I'm buyin this booth (woo!)
Puttin the 26's on and sit so high in the coupe
You hold your hand up in the air, it still ain't high as my roof (the truth)
In the club the bartender said he ain't gettin bread (what?)
That's when I pulled the twenty stack out, like "I heard what you said!" (you said)
I jump over this bar, hit you in your tender head
Forget your name, they gon' call your bartender instead (ha!)
What the heck you talkin about? I'm gettin millis for really
While y'all be lip-syncin millis like your Milli Vanilli (woo!)
You would think it was Obama movin into the city
I'm in a Presidential Suite, a little bigger than Diddy's (P. Diddy)
SUV glidin, you know I'm a take the player route
I be talkin money, cause that's always what I'm thinkin 'bout (real)
Money so Swiss, got it sittin in a bank account
I can't take it out, cause it will probably cause the bank to bounce (boing)
Bungee cord (yeah), don't want to see my money bored
We should count it all, let's chop it up, just like a hunting sword (woo!)
Monopoly, I got a little money boy
Got a lot of millions, but you know I need a hundred more
Left the Swishahouse and took the solo steps
Lost some partners and they say that I got no more left (oh yeah?)
Ben Franklin still my homie, baby slow your rep
It's like Jermaine Dupri is me and I am So So Def (fire!)
If you ain't talkin money hunnie

[Chorus - w/ ad libs]

(Fire!)

[Female voice:] Chamillitary mayne

 

[fox69]

"Fire Drill"

"Fire Drill"


[Chamillionaire talking]
Chamillitary mayne (Fire Drill) Chamillitary mayne (Fire Drill)
you already know who it is Major(Fire Drill) Payne
cuz I stay bringing the majors pain, (Mo Fire)
hold up right now class is in session (Mo Fire)
so what we need to do is run a fire drill
real drill quick y'all know the routine, (Fire Drill)
stop drop now roll (Fire Drill) stop drop now roll

[Verse]
...Chamillitary boy I run this, Aye

They told me Koopa you da best and then I said I know
it's the Mixtape Messiah Show so here it go part 4
revenge is a dish that is best served cold
so I walked into the kitchen and made 'em turn off the stove (woo)
how the heck you askin me whether or not I'm the real
I been terrorising y'all before I ever gotta deal (real)
backyard a little bigger than a soccer field
I been on so many beaches I forgot how socks should feel (ha)
album coming put the king on ya gift list (yeah)
rip ya pink slip cuz I'm too sick to be dismissed (yeah)
F what you think I know I'm lyrically gifted
like a kid that opened up a rap booklet on Christmas
you win and den you lose and they just say that's life
till you pull out that Ferrari den they say (that's nice) Screwed
they say Chamillionaire fell off and I just said that's right
I was standing on my money and fell 15 flights

 

[fox69]

"Fire Drill Skill"

"Fire Drill Skill"


Hustlin the grands, hustle cause I can
Hustle like my mother was in love with rubber bands
Russia and Japan, Russia pass the fans
I am not a sucker, sucker mother was a Stan
I ain't never ran, I am number tan
If ten is meaning best then we are votin who the man
Jumpin out the Lam-borghini, they like damn
Wanna be like him so I can get me one of them
I ain't gon' pretend, gun it never jam
Cadillac the truck, I got another that's sedan
Money come from Pam, money come to hand
That's the bitches manager, I want her, I'ma span
Ask me where I been, I've been spending Ben
Franklins and swangin, gettin mileage on my Benz
I ain't gon' pretend, I ain't one of them
People that be fake, so effort, I don't want a friend

The industry is saying that boy got skills
And the streets is saying that boy so real
Who that boy trackin that boy Chamill'?
Always give you somethin that boys gon' feel

 

[fox69]

"Fly As The Sky"
(feat. Lil Wayne, Rasaq)

"Fly As The Sky"
(feat. Lil Wayne, Rasaq)



[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
F what you heard me, See me in person
You know I'm fly [3X]
Even your girlfriends and all her girlfriends
You know I'm fly [3X]
Keep it dirty, dirty you heard me
You know I'm fly [2X]
You know I'm fly as the sky
Fly like a birdy [2X]
Fly like a

[Chamillionaire]
Yellow band, excuse me Cham, please give me the time again
Diamonds so large, the minute hand ain't got no time for them
Damn! How you susposed to see the time when them
M&M-sized diamonds lay right beside the hand
Chamilll, Rasaq, & Lil Wayne make a nigga feel ashamed
Trying to hide the bling in the middle of your little chain
In the drain, down it go, say they love the sound of those
Chamilltary boys, We the illest boys around here hoe
Flyer than a bird yes but your correct if your guess
Is that the eagle gonna hurt when aiming at your bird chest
Pow! Forget your feelings, I could care less
Leave you where I leave you, you can see ya in the turbulence
Girl do yourself a favor and don't say I have to pay ya
Give a favor to a playa and just pass it to my neighbor
And when your finished could you tell your friend to flavor
Cause the king ain't gonna savor, just gonna save that ass for later

[Chorus]

[Rasaq]
Mayne I'm fly as a plane, Me and Lil Wayne
Spitting game, get your girl weezy like his name
We don't have to say a thing cause the chain can explain
First they look at the piece then they look at the rang
I'm fly as a pelican, Ice on my skeleton
On a sunday morning, I stay sharper than a reverend
Candy on my doors, looking something like gelatin
Syrup in my cup but I ain't talking about medicine
I'm cold as an eskimo, throwed from my head to toe
The white tee fresh but it starts in my denims though
Yeah and if I pull down my fly, I could piss on the sky
Cause nigga I'm that high
I pulled up in heaven up in the candy painted ride
And I gave jesus five and I'm still alive
Even though I know them haters wish I would die
Even in they day dreams, i'ma still stay fly boy

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
They call me Birdman Junior, I'm flyer than the rest
I'm trying to get a couple cool pigeons to the nest
And if you look at how the jewels glisten on my chest
Then you will be impressed and yes that's VS
Fly boy to death, I used to only fly
First class on every plane til I bought a jet
I'm on the runway, let down the steps
Open the phantom door and light up the cess
I smoke the best, Chamillion come get me
From University of Houston after I pass my test
Swisha laced wit syrup, it'll come your nerves
So boy I'm so high, I could palm the world
Yeah and I'm strapped for the turbulence
Pow! Now you up here with me in a cloud (Chea)
They call me Weezy Baby, the son of a stunner
Bitch I'm flyer than a motherfucker, ya know

[Chorus]

[Chamillionaire - Verse 4:]
Poster child to the pop trunk, I pop it up and let it bang
I'm show ya how to rep the city, correctly run the game
Grip tightly on the grain, turn it left and we call it swang
Let me show ya how to make the baddest ladies scream your name
I'll put that boy J Junior in the future in a body bag
I'm trying to quote that bad body like a boxing bag
Trying to get below the belt and beat it like a boxing jab
Hit it then I quit it like I dropped out of a boxing class
Know how we doing it, we been chopped and screwing it
Coming to get that number one spot you got like Ludacris
Know he acting groupie-ish taking a sip out Luda's Cris
We buy our own bottles, grab one and put it to your lips
Hating on your hood, throw your hood up, put it in his face
Repping Texas, got that real estate down in that realest state
Didn't need a bigger place, didn't need a bigger face
On my watch but forgot and went a got them both a place
Fix ya face

 

[fox69]

"For The Moment"

"For The Moment"


[Hook]
I turned on her favorite song
I knew that would turn you on
Now she sayin she gon do what I want
She say she wana wake up with me in the mornin'

She took two shots of Patronnnn
Shots of Patronnnn
Shots of Patronnnnnnnnn
Now she gone and you knowin that it's onn
But this the type of love that just last for the moment...

[Verse 1]
She be super freaky everytime she see the cash come out
Had to stash the gat
Every vehicle gon have a spot
Twenty sixes got me floatin like a astronaut
lookin at my watch I don't want the hand to pass the dot
money got to be the only thing I'm runnin by
chasin at a lot but I'm fast so I ain't runnin out
picture perfect girl it's time two get yo camera out
you can see the D in HD like the magnavox, baby doll
Swear to y'all that I got sexy tho
If I pull a stack and it don't turn you on jus lemme kno
lemme know while I turn the deck to numba four
couple numbers mo you gon be ready go
my destiny is to keep two chicks next to me like Kelly
I mean that chick from H-Town that had that head with Nelly
candy paint slick as the new bottle of KY Jelly
I'm lookin for another jam that I can play like Felly
It seems like your ready to figure out a maneuver
It seems like I'm ready to figure out somethin newer
I betcha you love how I do ya I show her plus I'm approve her
I'm tryna do somethin to do her like I don't need no approval
you a hot girl if not girl don't be touchin my gwock girl
Every female squirrel tryna get a nutt in my world
and this is my world so sit back and relax
and let the four fifteens soothe yo back back bm such a mack

[Hook]
I turned on her favorite song
I knew that would turn you on
Now she sayin she gon do what I want
She say she wana wake up with me in the mornin'

She took two shots of Patronnnn
Shots of Patronnnn
Shots of Patronnnnnnnnn
Now she gone and you knowin that it's onn
But this the type of love that just last for the moment...

[Verse 2]
She checkin out my whip, she checkin in the W
Checkin out a flick and she jammin that because of you
checkin to see if our man thats gona get you in trouble whoo
I show you some love but I love if you cumber too
cumber too when you know yo boy got cha
parmesean pasta pourin on hot stuff
Tellin me how his D game trash like oscar
knowin that my D gona put her to sleep like boxer
Sugar ray hook a lay right below yo belt
M&M's is known to melt you cant even control yourself
lookin round grabbin pillows reachin for some help
I could never lay my D down it's gon break the scale
yeah playboy bunny got me energized
Energized I ain't gona need many tries
But I bet you gon reach the clouds many times
climax then I go back to gettin money right.....

[Final hook]
I turned on her favorite song
I knew that would turn you on
Now she sayin she gon do what I want
She say she wana wake up with me in the mornin'

She took two shots of Patronnnn
Shots of Patronnnn
Shots of Patronnnnnnnnn
Now she gone and you knowin that it's onn
But this the type of love that just last for the moment...

 

[fox69]

"Forever Be A King Break"

"Forever Be A King Break"


What'chu, uhh, what'chu mean-ah?
We'll forever be some kings
When you accomplish a certain amount
You'll look around and people will tell you, that you changed
But I look around and EVERYBODY'S lookin strange
The whole game is strange
See, one time, my publicist Nancy called me
And asked me if I wanted to do an interview with XXL
Even though she already knew what I was gon' say
The interview was about
Houston artists not doin it as big as they used to
Houston artists not bein as hot
Screw Music not bein as hot
I know you're doin your job but, why don't we do an interview about
how all y'all used to be all on our DICK!
Y'all used to be wearin grills, tryin to look like us
Walkin around like CLOWNS, some of y'all still are
Maybe we should do an interview about
why everybody's still swipin our style!
I know she probably didn't tell 'em what I said
but, now you know, ha ha ha

I'm about to lose my mind
I've been doin this so long, and boys they talkin down
Now I stay screwed and chopped up, stay screwed and chopped up
Mayne stay screwed and chopped up, chopped up
And slow it down, one mo' tiiiime

 

[fox69]

"From The South"
(feat. Z-Ro, Lil' Flip)

"From The South"
(feat. Z-Ro, Lil' Flip)



[Hook - 4x]
From the South
I got the diamonds in my mouth

[Z-Ro]
Hold up a minute, I'm the King of the Ghetto
Holding the rap game, like wood grain can't let go
You niggaz'll never see me, I'm on another level
Stay ready to dig a grave, keep a gun and a shovel
And pouring gas too, if there evidence
Saw me in the rear view, now you wonder where I went
I'ma get you if I owe ya, visit ya residence
Lay the merk game down, and then I'ma hit the fence
Better keep my mouth closed, so they can't see the shining
They think it was Z-Ro, cause all they seen was diamonds
I'm cold as a deep freeze, with bags of ice in it
My 3-57 pretty, but ain't nothing nice in it
Too many bitches, and not enough rubbers
Got so many, all my real niggaz under the gutter
Watch a nigga full of life, light close like shutters
God damn, staying healthy is hard as a mo'fucker

[Hook - 4x]

[Chamillionaire]
It ain't no lying or fiction, up in me please
I don't exaturrate the price, it was fifteen G's
When they ask, about the colored diamonds in the piece
Yeah I'm one of the richest, Southern niggaz in these streets
Yeah I'm candy flipper, you can have a picture
While I pose like a playa, by the candy with ya
Koopa never have no time, for no panty pinchers
My nigga, how come you ain't take me to Miami with ya
It's a couple haters out there, that won't let me be
I feel like yelling F' the radio, like SPC
The movie room in my crib, got a empty sweet
I'm with Sway, I'm getting interviewed by MTV
Yeah I'm ill at rapping, but I'm still not capping
Ain't touched a damn drug, and he still ain't trapping
I don't change don't sleep, cause Chamil' ain't napping
Stop acting like platinum, with Chamil' can't happen
I'm a Northside rider, ain't got to worry
Cause the major deal, is not about to turn me
Yeah the controversy, ain't about to hurt me
I don't play no games, like I forgot my jersey
Still ride around the city, with none of my niggaz with me
Still ride for H-Town, if don't none of these niggaz feel me
Ain't gotta like me, or have none of these niggaz hit me
I'ma be the MVP, if don't none of these niggaz pick me
A lot of rumors in the streets, ain't none of it really pretty
Getting money, makes all of the drama seem itty-bitty
Pick a click, I don't hang with none of these niggaz really
But I'm glad that the majors, is running up in the city cause I'm

[Hook - 4x]

[Lil' Flip]
Ever since 1999, I had diamonds in my grill
You just rapping that ain't platinum, homie you need to chill
Cause you embarrassing Texas, nigga you ain't trill
Nigga you been on my dick, way befo' you got your deal
These rappers finally get some fame, and think they got it locked
After your album flop, nigga you gon be on Koch
My gear clean, from my ear rings to my pinky ring
If you ain't spend thirty, boy tuck in your piece and chain (Southside)

[Hook - 4x]

[Z-Ro]
Blucker-blucker-blucker, that's how my gun go
If I'm looking agitated, bitch you better run hoe
I use to do the baguettes, but now I'm VS-1's though
Princess cuts straight up and down, Johnny done those
I got loud ice, just like Paul Wall
Shining down South, brighter than all y'all
When it's time to get your jewelry done, who do y'all call
Cause you fellas ain't shining at all, check me out
On the first and fifteenth, I'm some'ing like a pimp
Even with a suspended license, still finna flip
Ain't no limit to this cash, ain't nothing I can't get
Five deuce Hoover cause, ain't nothing like a Crip
Ride with a Revolve', I don't fuck with clips
These roach ass niggaz, trying to make me bust my chips
But I'm not a bank, I don't even trust my bitch
I'm from the South, and I got diamonds in my mouth

[Hook - 3x]

[Hook slowed down]

 

[fox69]

"Front To Back"
(feat. Rasaq, Yung-Ro)

"Front To Back"
(feat. Rasaq, Yung-Ro)



[Woman:] "Mixtape Messiah"....Yeah nigga it's the Mixtape Messiah nigga, ol' pussy ass nigga

[U.G.K. Inserts: Bun-B (Pimp-C) {Chamillionaire}]
From the back (back), to this front (front)
Now to the side (side) {Get ya step on}
[repeat 4x]
{Hold up, Okay}
(What goes up, must come down)
From the back (must come down)
To this front (must come down)

[Verse 1: Chamillionaire]
-Yuh, Yuh.
Go get a sack, roll a blunt, then let it light
Hop in ya ride, but don't let no gimmick rapper blow ya high
Go get some screw (what type of screw fool?), Dj Screw
And other Dj's can wreck too (how many?), just a few
Where that O.G. Ron C and other boys better not get lazy
Would it be slab or Mercedes? Better go ask that naked lady
on the hood, I feel like boys ain't no where near my caliber
I'm years ahead of yall and you ain't no where near my calendar
Went from the front, to the back, now push the side
Now I'm standin' on my own 2 Chuck Taylors when I ride
Ride on yall wit pride, homie you might ask me why
It seems like real niggaz die, and fraud niggaz multiply
Is ya hearin' me? no rapper can even see as clear as me
I make my own turns there is no one else that's steerin' me
How could you think that you could handle Koopa lyrically
My flow ain't perfect yet, but no rapper come as near as me
Look what you created, now you got me aggravated
Gettin' braided, sittin' bladed, then I go hit that 280
Uhh-Uhh, 8 bumper scrapped, but I'm steady tippin' down
Ask a question for real niggaz, I bet the frauds is gon' reply
Who the realest?

[U.G.K. Insert {Rasaq ad-libs}]

[Verse 2: Rasaq]
-Ay we bout to tip down man
From the back to the front, front back to the side (to the side)
I'ma come down while my 5th wheel rise (5th wheel rise)
Fall up in the club, and I'm draped up in ice (draped up in ice)
Yellow-bone in my lap, and she shakin' them thighs (shakin' them thighs)
Wanna come home, but I'm past on the game
Niggaz waitin' in the alley, tryna jack off my chain
It's the Color Changer, ridin' on swangers
Recognize pimpin', I ain't never been no stranger
Bumpin' on screw, slowed down in my disc changer
If you wanna throw down, I got 1 up in the chamber
It's that brown-boy from that C.C.C
Them other boys cool, but they ain't me (you gotta love it)
Been true all my life, I ain't tellin' you a lie
Put ya deuce in the sky, if you 'finna get high
Alot of niggaz lame, they be sangin' they name
But I swear that they soft, and they gay in the game
I'ma come down, 84's spinners swang
Takin' butter-heads to the mall to buy me pinky rings
I be ridin' the hardest, yall niggaz is insane
23's behind the paint like that boy LeBron James

[U.G.K. Insert {Yung-Ro ad-libs}]

[Verse 3: Yung-Ro]
-Let me see it, let me see it
From the back, to the front, to the side
I'm in the back, now here it cum, girl open wide
Don't be ashamed, do ya thang, cuz I'ma do mines
Tell ya man that I got 2 nines, so lil daddy do you mind?
If I do what I'm supposed to do
It's pimpin' baby, I'm fly I'm supposed to screw
Every bitch in the vacinity
I'm on Hypnotiq and Hennessy
and you askin' what the hell don' gotten into me
I'm 'finna be, leavin' the scene with yo hoe
Just like I'm 'finna be turnin' 22, and that's comin' fa'sho
That's for Ro, just pimp-tastic baby
Need a bitch, break a bitch-up, pimp classic baby
You askin' baby, and I can feel it in my ear
Lookin' back at ya like G'yeah, tellin' you what you wanna hear
But it's cool with me, yeah just close the curtains
And if ya, fuckin' Nobody, ya still a virgin
Now from the back, to the front, to the side
From the back, to the front, to the side
From the back, to the front, now to the side
Heh!, yeah (Get ya step on..Get ya step on) yeah, Right!

[U.G.K. Insert]