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Chamillionaire Ft.J Holiday - Relax |
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(Dedicate to Vicor) |
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Shit. |
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(Chamillionaire:) |
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Come let me tell you, man, |
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Relax, relax. (J. Holiday: From Texas to DC, baby.) |
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(J. Holiday:) |
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It's goin' down. |
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Come here now, J. Holiday. |
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That's the reason I come home, baby. |
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(Chamillionaire:) |
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Relax, relax, |
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(J. Holiday: Let's go, whoo!) |
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How could you be lonely, |
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They don't really know me, |
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Comfortable as ever like my hustle got us cozy, |
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Bottles lookin' rosy, |
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Bags meant to go G, |
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Poppin' tags while we Photoshoppin' like Adobee, |
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Cool as Obama, |
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All the drama was the old me, |
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These walls could talk, |
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They would say how they don't know me, |
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Always on the road, |
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No home could ever hold me, |
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Success is like a drug, |
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And I feel like I'm 'bout to OD, |
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Nah, you don't run around, |
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Actin' like you own me, |
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Wait til I get home, |
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Then you gonna put it on me, |
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Look at how we ballin', bitch, |
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One or two of colby, |
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Look at how they callin', |
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Voice matters what they owe me, |
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But they just some rookies and you know that you were OG, |
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After o'clock you know exactly where I'm gon' be, |
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You know how the road be, |
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groupies hoppin' on the sack, |
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But guess who's back to give you the business. |
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(J. Holiday:) |
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When I'm in the streets, on ma' grind, |
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You got me, and we gon' shine, |
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Plus I know you gon' go down home, and let me get mine, |
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One more reason to come home, |
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Off the streets, |
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Girl when I come home, |
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Off ma grind, |
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Relax, relax, relax. |
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(Chamillionaire:) |
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I got to be in the twelve, |
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Got the Beamer as well, |
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Grindin' like it ain't illegal, |
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And I ain't seein' a jail, |
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On the chase for the paper, |
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I'm on the tip of the tail, |
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I'm the Clyde to your Bonnie, |
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And we ain't leavin' a share, |
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My fat ex-girlfriend, was tryin' to see me get mailed, |
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The UPS in the downs, and you still seem to appear. |
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You ain't breakin' a sweat, put your feet in the air, |
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And while I ride presidential, I'll let you be my Michelle, |
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In this life all these of troubles, I know it's easy to fail, |
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But when it's us against the world, me and you like "oh yeah", |
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It'll take a lot of hustlin', it's easy to tell, |
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That I am always on the hustle, never seein' a chair, |
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See in my stare, I ain't easy to scare, |
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Put a king with a queen, and they can see we a pair, |
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Soon as I get a full house, it'll be easy to share, |
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All of the royalties and riches, just for keepin' it player. |
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(J. Holiday:) |
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When I'm in the streets, on ma' grind, |
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You got me, and we gon' shine, |
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Plus I know you gon' go down home, and let me get mine, |
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One more reason to come home, |
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Off the streets, |
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Girl when I come home, |
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Off ma grind, |
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Relax, relax, relax. |
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(Chamillionaire:) |
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We livin' the life, and this is payback, |
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For the days that you used to say that, |
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Maibach, wasn't something that your sights was aimed at, |
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Made that, money stacked up enough to pay that, |
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May stacks, but you told me that I should saved that, |
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Ain't that somethin', we grind to get stacks, |
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As soon as we get stacks, it's harder ta (J. Holiday: relax, relax), |
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So let your seat back, and let's repeat track, |
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Relaxin' in the sun up, 'n we chill 'til we see the black c'mon, |
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In the streets 'n I'm hustlin' daily (J. Holiday: daily), |
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You don't need to be stressin' that, baby (J. Holiday: baby), |
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I get home 'n I know you'll be waitin', yeah (J. Holiday: yeah yeah), |
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You ain't mad at the money I'm chasin', |
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And you know that ma lifestyle's crazy, |
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But you always gon' be ma first lady, yeah (J. Holiday: Woo!). |
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(J. Holiday:) |
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When I'm in the streets, on ma' grind, |
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You got me, and we gon' shine, |
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Plus I know you gon' go down home, and let me get mine, |
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One more reason to come home, |
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Off the streets, |
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Girl when I come home, |
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Off ma grind, |
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Relax, relax, relax. |
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(Chamillionaire:) |
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Come let me tell you, man, |
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In the streets 'n I'm hustlin' daily, |
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But you always gon' be ma first lady, yeah |
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(J. Holiday: Yoa got a Texas in the building.). |
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Oh yeah, |
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(J. Holiday: Chamillionaire, what's up, baby?) |
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Take it away, Jay. |
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(J. Holiday:) |
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Just relax, |
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No, no no no no, |
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Go! |
