|
"Chamillitary Mayne" [Chamillionaire] |
|
You in the presence of the finest |
|
My rims twenty-somethin, age twenty-somethin |
|
Try to count the millions |
|
I done made... twenty-somethin? |
|
No homo I go hard! |
|
Its goin down, get ready for the show |
|
I go hard! |
|
Mixtape God stepping through the do' |
|
I go hard! |
|
Ain't another rapper f-in' with the flow |
|
I go hard! |
|
Y'all need to stop actin like you slow |
|
I go... Y'all need to stop actin like you slow |
|
I go hard! |
|
Y'all need to stop actin like you slow |
|
I go hard! |
|
Y'all need to stop actin like you slow |
|
I go hard! "Y'all need to stop actin like you slow" |
|
I go hard! |
|
Ay, I'll go at anyone of you dudes that used to hang with the click |
|
Who runnin round makin the threats about how gangster you get |
|
You put your neck on the line, the |
|
YOU takin a slip |
|
Do like a chick that won't let me hit and try to stay off my **** |
|
Or I'ma prove that you don't want it with |
|
Mufasa, you got the |
|
Warnin it's about to get ugly as |
|
Chewbacca |
|
Bout to make me hot as stew pasta, too salsa |
|
Holla in Espanol, cucaracha, tu caca |
|
You see me sittin in it, you can bet that it ain't rented |
|
See the fo'-five infinite |
|
Caucasian white tinted |
|
Eyes lookin squinted, they can't tell me that it didn't |
|
Pop eyes, like the ball, white got it like spinach |
|
Chamillitary |
|
Mayne, we in the house like tenants |
|
Oh dog, I'm a menace, oh |
|
Lord, I'm a dentist |
|
Y'all sound like gimmicks, y'all sound quite finished |
|
And all y'all hang around a bunch of clowns like |
|
Grimace Meanwhile on the other side of town |
|
Plate full of bullets and another side of rounds |
|
I'm too deep, make a pot of a lotta nouns |
|
Spit a verse and every person that you love about to drown |
|
I'm a shark in a bloody game of |
|
Marco Polo |
|
Dart flyin through the air to mark your polo |
|
Haters try to tell me they don't heart my logo |
|
Others love it so they hug it with their heart, no homo |
|
You a bozo and |
|
I am no clown, |
|
I am the town |
|
When I step into public, you know it's goin down |
|
When I step back in the city you already know, it's goin down |
|
That I be overseas gettin them |
|
G's fall out please, you know it's goin down |
|
Lil Wayne's song describe my smallest bank account silly |
|
A millie millie, a millie, a millie millie millie |
|
I'm movin in it like |
|
Diddy, your city's my city |
|
They try to throw me the kitty, the kitty's like "gimme" |
|
Didn't drop for a minute, bootleggers told me they need me |
|
Looks like the whole region is ready to |
|
BCD me Clowns in the |
|
H tryna act like they wanna see me |
|
I'm poppin up like a genie, they disappear like |
|
Houdini You busters must have snorted that |
|
Whitney, I am sick |
|
G Peeew, hot, heat seeking missiles be tryna sick me |
|
Wish he, would try to throw it my way and piss me |
|
Off, here's a thought, |
|
I make your history a mystery [Sound of Twilight Zone theme] ... |
|
Twilight zone |
|
I'm worth two thousand more than me with my ice on |
|
I'm a butcher with a weapon baby, |
|
I knife songs |
|
Mo' murder murder, mo' murder, like |
|
I like Bone |
|
The only way that you could ever be hotter than me |
|
Is if I don't put out no music and that spot'll be free |
|
Always grindin, any time |
|
I ever spotted a |
|
G I was on point like a decimal, a dot or a |
|
P- E-R-I-O- |
|
D, no paper out of my reach |
|
Shakin Uncle |
|
Sam, I keep a lotta receipts |
|
And nah Cham ain't never the one to bring no sand to the beach |
|
I put the moula in my hand and bring grands to the street, yah |
|
Pullin up in the newest ish, you ain't never knew exist |
|
Baby get inside, darling you can smell the newishness |
|
You can see the platinum, see the clearness and the bluishness |
|
Lookin at my jewellery tryna figure out who my jeweller is |
|
Underground money never disappears |
|
When your mixtape, flow and skill is sick as his |
|
Know its big business, |
|
I be on them businesses |
|
You all be actin immature so now |
|
I roll with bigger kids |
|
Ridin on 28's, my rims clear a lotta cones |
|
Ridin through the city mayne |
|
I hear a lotta clones |
|
Kill a microphone like |
|
I'm Killa |
|
Kyleon Bout to change my rap name, (to what?) |
|
Killa Clinaclone |
|
I promised that the mic gon' need a mic toe tag |
|
Its still clear, |
|
I'm still here and that's despite you're a fag |
|
I left the underground alone and nobody came and took it |
|
Well guess who's back to take it like good lookin |
|
Uh, look in the garage, your cars ain't sick as ours |
|
I done had the doors ajared on plenty cars |
|
I was gettin large while y'all was chillin hard |
|
So the rappers praise the |
|
God, (my lord) like synagogue |
|
Just when they thought it was haters win, |
|
I'ma hurt 'em all |
|
Just when they thought it was traitors win, |
|
I'ma curve the ball |
|
I'm always right but |
|
I act like |
|
I never heard of wrong |
|
And I know it all like |
|
I'm able to give a nerd a call |
|
Clark Kent but |
|
I'm sure I can make the ****rt come off |
|
Mixtape Messiah 4, its like |
|
I'm (click) ****ing a burner y'all "Get ya burners, get ya burners, here we come again" |
|
You know who the streets waiting to see... me "Get ya burners, get ya burners, here we come again" |
|
Mixtape Messiah part fo', let's go |
|
I try to chase the green face like |
|
The Wizard of |
|
Oz Took the yellow brick road, two acquisitive cars |
|
Don't wanna hear nothing real? |
|
You should be skipping my parts |
|
My swagger get any higher, |
|
I'll be sitting on |
|
Mars I don't post on blogs or chat about what singers gay |
|
I don't switch green names and change up everything |
|
I say I don't let |
|
SoundScan allow a lame the right of way |
|
You could sell ten-million and still be not who |
|
I'ma play |
|
Car pearly, white as teeth, |
|
I guess that you could say |
|
I'm flossin |
|
See me and think of green, like |
|
Saint Patrick's |
|
Day or Boston |
|
I lead and they follow, these rappers guilty of stalkin |
|
The underground was dead but |
|
I'm about to leave the coffin |
