[Verse 1] Yeah, a lightning bolt strikes in the air, yeah, finally it's here Cause y'all are the judge, the day of judgement finally is near In your eye I see a tear, and it's remindin me of fear Rap's been dead so long, so stop denyin what you feel Dis payback for the fact that y'all ain't tryin to keep it real Grim reaper that we call Revenge right beside ya in your ear He's saying your time expired, time is finally due it's clear Not sober mind is a weak mind and he's buyin you a beer - ha ha ha Cheers... time for a toast (your heart's beatin, your heart's beatin) To the haters that hate you the most (your heart's beatin) And the friends that pretend to be your folks (your heart's beatin) This is what revenge sounds like (your heart's beatin, your heart's beatin) I hear your heart beatin, keep runnin your mouth, yeah
[Verse 2] Your mouth runnin ahead of you, your mouth do what your legs should do Let me walk to the edge with you, jump off of it, it It sounds like your ready to, cause these rappers are terrible And the game is unbearable but I'ma fix, fix This feeling that's dead in you got your brains like a vegetable Use the Pro Tools and tell em to edit it, it Switch to somethin that's better fool, turn it up what you better do When I'm bringing revenge to you it sounds like this, this, this Somebody call the doctor (you're not breathin, you're not breathin) They ain't gonna be well after this one right here You're not breathin (you're not breathin, you're not breathin) Just make sure they learn the name (you're not breathin) that's about to be runnin the game (you're not breathin) Tell 'em the name ... Chamillitary mayne
[Verse 3] Shoulda heard what I was tellin you, I don't do what the jealous do I don't hate when a nigga make it, cause I'm smarter and better too You run when they tell you to but I move when I'm ready to If you stop to take a breather, see that I'm light years ahead of you Y'all musta thought y'all wasn't gonna have to see me or somethin (you're not leavin, you're not leavin) Houston, Texas, I'm here now (you're not leavin, you're not leavin) Anybody gotta problem? (you're not leavin) Speak now or forever hold your peace (you're not leavin) I ain't think so yeah!
[Verse 4] The feeling's great cause they pay me, I expect some hatred so daily I'm sticking the middle finger up like the feeling's mutual baby The franchise and they say that the future can't really trade me In Houston, I'm number one like I'm in the place of McGrady But keep on pacing it baby, the full truth has arrived If they ask you about you nigga, you fin' to lie They assk me about me and hear a truthful reply They said they seem none better than me so hear the truth wit'cha eyes
[Verse 5] Better go take over befo' it rains Cause I'd hate to say that I told you mayne I know, I know what you're gonna say... but have it your way I know these haters is gonna hate And I see that angry look on your face Tell 'em Sound of Revenge is on the way... this isn't your day Lookin for the truth, they ask me where have you been? (Where have you been? Where have you been?) Getting ready for these haters, I got somethin for them (Somethin for them, somethin for them) You're real quiet 'til you think you hear a sound in the wind (Sound in the wind, sound in the wind) You turn around cause you think you hear that sound once again You hear that? (Yeah what's that?) That's The Sound of Revenge [gunshots]
[Girl] See, I told you That's what happens when you get on his bad side Ha ha ha Chamillitary mayne! And now, for The Sound of Revenge
<i>[Intro]</i> This, is, the-the sound of revenge <i>[repeat 2X]</i> You in the presence of the finest Chamillitary mayne! This for the streets Let's give 'em somethin they can bump (innnn the trunk) At this point you should be turnin your speakers up Turn your speakers up - Chamillionaire man! Let it bump, it's a southern thing Ha ha, Chamillitary mayne! (innnn the trunk)
<i>[Verse 1]</i> I heard somebody say that the South ain't got no lyricists Well 'bang bang' at the game like everyone down here is pissed You lookin for the truth then look no further, here it is Turn it up a notch so they can not say they not hearin this They say Chamill is sick, click click, here's a clip 'Bang bang' at the rap game to make your spirits lift And it seems to me the industry is all on Jigga's dick Who? You, you, you, and you nigga - pick a click Universal sent me to bring some realness to the industry Got here, then I realized that ain't nobody real but me Okay, a couple niggaz but none of 'em real as me Tell your favorite rapper he should diss me if he disagree My bad I'm actin like your favorite rapper isn't me Tell your second favorite whose the best and show 'em a picture of me He'd have to take me out to prove that he's as sick as me So me verse me, the only battle that y'all gonna get to see I'm plainly sayin what I'm sayin to make these haters mad Perpetratin hatin ass, see me ridin candy slab Disbelieve his ass, how many vehicles can he have? I be losin count myself and I ain't even that bad at math That's how we do it in Texas, poppin trunk and grippin wood We reply to threats (how?) Nigga, I wish you would You can keep on talking, but that's only if you could Gotta turn my speakers up, can you hear 'em now? (No) Good!
<i>[Chorus]</i> Ain't runnin from a thang, cause I ain't never been a punk Drama ain't a thang, cause I can bring it if they want I'ma let it bang, so they can feel it in the (innnn the trunk) You bout it wit'cha game, decide your rep and throw it up What you tryin to drank, cause I'ma bout to get you drunk Keep it pimpin mayne, so they can feel it in the (innnn the trunk)
<i>[Verse 2]</i> This for the street niggaz knowin they gotta pee in a cup Know your peace officer tossin ya when he see the results This for the G's, hate is what you see in the scope Gauge gonna get sprayed like it's Raid when you see him approach Tell you ahead of time, solo I can handle mine You ain't too smart but play the part like you a pantomime But you don't have a nine, I'll show you I hammer mine Time to make you do the Running Man like it's Hammer Time Shout out to the west and all my gangstas pack heat up Actin up and pack enough heat to make you back it up The hoes back it up, soon as they hear the back of the trunk Now I'ma stock like New York slang (What you mean?) That's what;s up Money stack it up when they feel they have enough Get the chips and add 'em up, then she givin that to us Don't put all that in cuffs, treat your money like a slut Niggaz better share, hell yeah, cause I just wanna cut A hater gettin cut, someone gon' get hurt (hurt) Especially if you met me and was disrespect turf (turf) (Houston, Texas) I'm the worst, ice looking like sherbert Bouncin off my chest, you're starin at it like a pervert Mixtape god, don't hate me, go to church first (why?) Might as well since all the rappers wearin church shirts Better think ahead of time, call yourself a nurse (nurse!) Diss me in your second and you won't get to finish your third verse
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<i>[Verse 3]</i> You in the presence of the finest The game is full of fakes, all these rappin niggaz front (front) _Controversy Sells_, the industry givin 'em what they want (want) See he ain't gangsta as he say, that's why they dress 'em up Get a vest, a plastic gun and go pull a publicity stunt Hoe act like she slow, don't know that I'm rich And ignore the handles missing from the do's of my whip But then she saw me on TV and told me pause for a flick (What you tell her?) You can "106 & Park" on my dick (on my dick) Can't speak about Texas and not mention me Cause the world gon' have to see the truth come out eventually I'll rip any gimmick rapper out from A to Z 934-829 to the 2 if you still disagree We never marry a hoe, what I'ma marry you fo' I'm too busy tearin my shows up and getting married to dough (dough) Grave dig a nigga, (Whatchu mean?) I bury a flow Run, go get your city, come back and then I'ma bury your area code
<i>[Chamillionaire:]</i> Yeah! It's the name they say is running the game Chamilitary Mayne
<i>[Lil' Flip:]</i> Flip in the building!
<i>[Chamillionaire:]</i> Go ahead and hand over the torch Super producer Scott Storch And of course
<i>[Chorus: Chamillionaire]</i> I'ma show you how to get your shine on (shine on) Turn it up the DJ playing my song (my song) Everybody keep on calling my phone (my phone) Which one of y'all am I gone take home (take home) I'ma show 'em how to get the club crunk (club crunk) Give 'em something thats goin' rattle that trunk (that trunk) Tip ya cups up until ya get drunk (get drunk) Tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up..
<i>[Chamillionaire]</i> Give me that million dollar beat and let me show you what to do with it (Who that is??) That's the illest rapper choppin' and screwin' it Couldnt snatch the game that's what they told me, so I'm provin it Put the truth in Texas with Scott Storch and you got you a hit Hittin never miss rep yo click and throw 'em high Because Chamillionaire's the anwser to the game like Allen I Middle fingaz to the sky, if they don't like that reply Cause any DJ that deny is a mother fu errrwwwee lie So give the ladies what that want Got 'em racin' to the front of the stage to feel the bass and tell the DJ turn it up (Turn it Up) Yeaah Sound of Revenge saying Universal to go get my plaque Rappin's dead so I'ma bring it back, like DJ's do when they hear my track Check out my track record, they'll say I'ma track wrecka Hotter than a black pepper now that I am back nigggga (He's Baaack) You can't get mad if you feel that you and cap fit ya Drop the biggest stat's ever so don't let that bbback hit ya
<i>[Chorus: Chamillionaire]</i> I'ma show you how to get your shine on (shine on) Turn it up the DJ playing my song (my song) Everybody keep on calling my phone (my phone) Which one of y'all am I gone take home (take home) I'ma show 'em how to get the club crunk (club crunk) Give 'em something thats goin' rattle that trunk (that trunk) Tip ya cups up until ya get drunk (get drunk) Tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up..
<i>[Lil' Flip]</i> When it's time to hit the club I let my chain hang If they got clovers on they neck we in the same gang I'm 20 deep in V.I.P. puffin' Mary Jane Splinters still in my hand from my woodgrain I got homies on the West who like to gangbang And I got homies on the East who do the same thang I told Johhny put 50 in my pankyrang 5 karot diamond chain vvs is in it mayne You know I rep the dirty dirty where they move cane You know we mix purple stuff in that blue drank Hipnotic, Big Bodies with Blue paint We got that oomp spray, but it still stank You a lame so yo dame playin mind games Ima pimp so I stay in that mindframe Niggaz talk shit untill I let that nine bang Me and Duke in that maybach switchin lanes
<i>[Chorus: Chamillionaire]</i> I'ma show you how to get your shine on (shine on) Turn it up the DJ playing my song (my song) Everybody keep on calling my phone (my phone) Which one of y'all am I gone take home (take home) I'ma show 'em how to get the club crunk (club crunk) Give 'em something thats goin' rattle that trunk (that trunk) Tip ya cups up until ya get drunk (get drunk) Tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up..
<i>[Bridge: Chamillionaire]</i> Heaaded to the baar (I'm headed to the baar) You know I'm V.I.P. (You know I'm vipee) And since you rollin' with a star (You rollin with a staar) You V.I.P. with mee (Chamillitary heey heey)
<i>[Chamillionaire]</i> Chamillitary the biggest threat to any of these rapper thinkin' they doin it (Who That Is??) That's dem boyz from Texas that always do it big Multi-colored diamonds got us shining They say our jewerly sick Houston got a problem and you don't want nuthin to do wit it (Do you kid?) I ain't think so I'm tippin slow Wen my trunk is liftin' up look at the neons as they glow Groupies never givin' up they be everywhere I go When that elevator go up to my suite they there fo sho Told me that she didnt care about my money Wasnt hearin it Looks can be deceving as Chamillion paint apperances You know how we do it at home of Screw and purple syrup is She got turned out quicker than my power steering did
<i>[Chorus: Chamillionaire]</i> I'ma show you how to get your shine on (shine on) Turn it up the DJ playing my song (my song) Everybody keep on calling my phone (my phone) Which one of y'all am I gone take home (take home) I'ma show 'em how to get the club crunk (club crunk) Give 'em something thats goin' rattle that trunk (that trunk) Tip ya cups up until ya get drunk (get drunk) Tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up..
[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 nooche, 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 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 come from the block 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 up 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 drinkin drough 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 toss 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]
<i>[Chamillionaire]</i> The sound of revenge, haha. Woo, tell em what it is mayne (tell em what it is).
<i>[Pastor Troy]</i> Welcome to the New World Order. Atlanta, Georgia.
<i>[Chamillionaire]</i> Houston, Texas, he already know.
<i>[Pastor Troy]</i> The south is takin over.
<i>[Chorus x2 - Chamillionaire]</i> Just look over your shoulder (shoulder) Let me see who just showed up (showed up) It's the southern takeover (its over) You betta tell em I got dreams to stand on top, try and stop (pop pop pop)
<i>[Killer Mike]</i> It's the mister fo fifth told em Cookin coke with baking soda Dub roller, pro smoker Wood gripper, pistol whipper. Muck a nigga if he figure F**kin with my figures. Makes him richer, he should know. Instead, it'll make him better than a money f**kin with my money. Get yo money stacked right outta sunday school On a bright and sunny sunday. This ain't funny. I ain't jokin bout my coke and package come up shorter. Might kidnap yo wife and daughter. Bury them down deep in Georgia. No D.A.s a f**kin lawyer prosecutin witnesses. We excutin, start the shootin, start the lukin, Start the violence, start a riot. Get this motherfucker crunker, crunk as you can get it. Pass that dro, I'm a hit it. Outta line, we gon spit it, spit it vivid, cause i live it. You don't walk it, you just talk it. Pistol totin, and a loadin. That's how smokin got this dope And i aint hopin, steady slangin Right on yo trappa block. Take your track, set up shop. Try and stop (pop pop pop).
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<i>[Chamillionaire]</i> Hey hey, this ain't about an image. This ain't about a gimmick. P**sys stand to the side. Now the game got a menace. I damn seen a city that I think is not the realest. We bummin on his ass. He ain't finishin his sentence. I only got a minute. I feelin about a digit. You lookin at a nigga like I ain't about to get it. I'm lookin at the money like I ain't about to finish. You need to mind your business. If you ain't about your business. I'm a H-town soldier. I'm a come with the trunk up yeah I'm a gon remind ya. If you ain't gettin it you shoulda told ya father. Nigga chamillionaire never show no problems. You don't want no problem (problem). Get em g'ed shoulda let the fo fo remind em. Ya you tip on the ride em. I be ridin fo fos on the door beside em. 6' 6" tall lookin like he a center. 10 tatoos lookin like he a killa. Skinny ass niggas don't fight with a nigga. Pull out a billfold, put a price on a nigga. I have this camp fo put a knife in a nigga. From the car to his pocket then right in your liver. Was a big boy that put a slice in the middle. Ya head fast think you hold a mike with the killa. Don't mess with the south homie, thats a dream, Hallucinate or imagining so. Double XL with the gats I mean, Keep somethin ready to blow in the magazine. And you know that southern cash is mean. Franklins frown for me when I stash my cream. Pull up in candy paint that match my green. Killer, Pastor, and Koopa are the master machine.
<i>[Chorus]</i>
<i>[Pastor Troy]</i> Y'all know me, it's PT. Well I hunt and all of that, Black on black, with black tip. I can't help but represent. I'm not content, I want more. Who the f**k you take me for? Studio rappers not the fortay. I drop my top and bust my AK. No mo play, nigga NGA. Yeah, that's a classic. Ridin in the classic. Tote a mill, and I blast em. Send em to the casket. Send em to the morgue. Slap me a nigga cause i'm motherf**kin bored. Chamillionaire, I camoflouge in my surrounding. Get my desert E's and get to motherf**kin poundin. Up and down the streets, Throwin heat, out the driver's seat, Ridin to the beat, Tell them nigga just lay weak.
<i>[Chamillionaire + (Female)]</i> This for the streets (Nah this for the radio) <i>[3X]</i> Well it's for radio then just keep it street (Well go on do it then!)
<i>[Chamillionaire]</i> Nah that ain't a problem at all my man Got a lot of rubber bands, time to count up all my grands Well go on do it then - put a ninth caller in Now we got a lot of jams, we gon' play a lot of Cham Well go on do it then - she can say she is not a fan Tell me she ain't got a man, plus she got a lot of damn! .. And she love how the Impala can change a bunch of colors like you lookin at a hologram .. She wanna ride off on 24's Butterfly do's raise up, she feelin so.. special and she like my music better slow Tell me that I'm fin' to blow, I reply to her "I know!"
<i>[Chorus: Chamillionaire]</i> So let me break it down and do somethin I know the ladies can feel She say she's lovin my style Turn on the radio and you probably hearin nothin but the Chamillitary mayne We interruptin this sound just to let you hear a message from me I'm representin the South And know how we get down, know we gotta keep it gutter and street (Go on do it then!)
<i>[Chamillionaire]</i> I got a white girl, I call her Shady/Aftermath Cause she love a rapper, see a nigga she gonna snatch him fast Fine and you can't say that she don't have an ass Plus her eyes green enough to even up and match my cash Hispanic college girl that love to dance right after class Pray the way she back that ass up her class she has to pass The others bad and black, take her to the bachelor pad Crib big yo, her man's crib is less than half of that
<i>[Hook: Chamillionaire]</i> Call up the DJ's on your radio They'll say Chamillionaire got a crazy flow My radio station doesn't play it though Say he gotta make somethin for the ladies so
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<i>[Chamillionaire]</i> Relax boy, lax boy, revenge is the sound I've made it here, America gon' have to feel me now Hear that bass come rumblin, boys see me actin up Also see that fast pyoom pyoom when I pass him up Turn it up, tell the listeners to listen here Listenin here the sickest rapper in the Southern hempisphere Yeah, keep it gutter, suckers missin in the picture yeah We erased them from the game, commercial rappers disappear
<i>[Hook]</i>
<i>[Chorus]</i>
<i>[Female]</i> Now they know the name that's running the game Them boyz down in Houston that got the streets on lock But just incase they slow and don't know Somebody tell em the name Chamillitary mayne Ha ha You got a problem? Then let it be known You got something you wanna get off your chest Give us a call, we're taking requests Gon do it then
<i>[Chorus]</i> Y'all ain't about nothing Y'all ain't about nothing Y'all frontin, y'all frontin, y'all frontin, y'all frontin Y'all niggaz just hate, Y'all niggaz just hate Y'all fake, Y'all fake, Y'all fake, Y'all fake You ain't finna do nothing, you ain't finna do nothing Y'all frontin, y'all frontin, y'all frontin, y'all frontin Introducing to you now is the kid they love to hate But when you saying what you saying You just say it to my face
<i>[Verse 1]</i> Yeah you see him? (Yeah) You see him bow beat him down lean him down (lean him) Your breathing sound like you now layin down sleepin You be surrounded or found on the ground beaten You see him how he look now and he ain't found a reason My reason is that they won't have to persuade Me to have the courage to walk right up and say it to your face A faker never know he fake A hater never admit he hate By the time they figure it out is probably gon be too late (yeah) Grinning up your face is like you tryin to let me know That you ain't really happy how how I'm getting all this dough Let the truth be told tell me is your friend a foe Better make it clear or get mistaken for a hoe (Yeah) And then you take him to the floor I can't ignore it if you're talking But I hope that what you talking ain't about running up or robbing Walk around like everybody is the enemy just for precaution (just for precaution) I get no surprised and have to see an early coffin
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<i>[Verse 2]</i> And what you smokin'. your brain clouded yet the pine got your mind polluted You got some smarts in your mind hey it's time use it Your friends arrive talkin down on the loud music Them niggaz's lying plus them concept is gettin included How could they tell you, you was built to last You built like a boxing bag, put a whoopin on that ass See us approachin that set in motion in that hour glass Wrong words are built too fast, find your exit and dash Lookin for crabs in a bucket tryin criticize me (me) But they do it around them niggaz don't say it around me (me) And if they do us opposite how they feel about me (me) Turn my back and they relax and talk that lip behind me I see you a busta and I'mma bust ya in your lip Put some lipstick in my fist, throwin you a kiss Since I see that you a sucker, suck a gasoline dick Put it right up to your lip, put a lighter to the tip (boom!)
<i>[Chorus]</i>
<i>[Verse 3]</i> Where you from? (Where you from?) Act like you know I'm from the south We ain't playin, what you sayin? I can't hear you when you talk What you want? (What you want?) What you sayin out your mouth? We ain't playin, what you sayin? I can't hear you when you talk Where you from? (Where you from?) Act like you know I'm from the south We ain't playin, what you sayin? I can't hear you when you talk What you want? (What you want?) What you sayin out your mouth? We ain't playin, what you sayin? I can't hear you when you talk
[Talking] Ha-ha yeah, it's yours truly Houston's own Chamillionaire holding it down, for the playa that don't believe In love at first sight, but the playa that believes that he Can get love on the first night, that's right So before I get to discussing, what type of eye candy I need What type of visual stimulation, she needs to be able to achieve There's something special bout ya, that ain't hard to see
[Hook] Grown and sexy from your head, down to your toes you know you're fine Got that perfect face a perfect shape, and perfect smile (a perfect smile) But soon as you turned around, it's something that I realized yeah You look better from behind, you look better from behind, grown and sexy
[Chamillionaire] From the moment you flashed your teeth, I knew that we had to meet Your face was the Mona Lisa, your ass was a masterpiece Asked ya if you was married, and that's when you answered no I asked if you had a nigga, and that's when you said fa sho So I didn't care, as you walked away I was stare At your bottom in apple bottoms, your waist was shaped like a pare Really round at the bottom, a little thin up there So instead of letting ya leave, I pursued ya just like the playa That I am and damn, couldn't help but to help myself To a helping because I smelled some perfume, that can make me melt And you shoulda seen my demeanor, I had to control myself Approaching you from the rear, as I tapped you right on your belt And you tried to look surprised, like you didn't know I was behind ya But I could tell by your smile, you was waiting on me to find ya Mess with my thought a bit, and tried to play hard to get You don't wanna look like you're freaky, pretend like it's hard to hit
[Hook]
[Chamillionaire] Let's give a toast, to the ladies that look better up close That look better by the behind, and better when you approach You try your best to get up close, until you smelling the soap Lovely ladies from coast to coast, get in bed and she dope Not a eight and not a nine, grade you more than just a dime Bentley steering wheel body, cause you look better from behind Grip around your waist turn it, like I'm just trying to get a better view Cause God must of been working hard, when he assembled you I'm trying to test drive, your rear and your shape And I'm power steering your waist, and I see your rear is in shake If you thought I couldn't handle it, then you're really mistaken No one here to keep you near, then you're here for the taking I'm still waiting, for you to give me one good reason Why you couldn't leave and be speeding, off in some good breezing You'll never spend another boring night, in some hood freezing But posted up by standing water, during some good season
[Hook]
[Chamillionaire] Had to tell you, that I'm really feeling your style Saw you walking by, and couldn't let you pass Gotta tell ya, that I'm really feeling your smile But even better, is the beauty of your ass Staring right, into the beauty of your profile There's something, that I gotta ask Can you let me, let me Let me, view your beauty from the back
<i>[Chorus: Natalie:]</i> I want to know who you are but you seem very nice So will you talk to me? Shall I tell you a story? Shall I tell you a treat? They think I'm crazy, They don't understand how I feel
<i>[Verse 1: Chamillionaire]</i> See, it started off as just a simple conversation I gave her The name of my record company, (Oh you're a singer) I said my name's Chamillionaire and I'm a rap entertainer (Oh you that guy they talking bout when they be whispering, ain't cha Bring your name up when they talking and say money will change ya I heard a lot about how you can't deal with your anger Heard the rumors how your always in trouble or danger Not gotta judge you if it's true, there's no need to explain sir You do have a right to be, you seem like your nice to me I'm bout to order me another drink, yeah would you like a seat?) I tell the bartender same Hennesey on ice for me Her drink starts emptying while she's spilling out her life to me Telling me about her goals and how successful she would like to be And invite me to a session of her life and she Seems so damn innocent but something isn't right to me She pulls out her picture phone "I got pictures, would you like to see?" I'm thinking she gotta be friendly as hell Giving a soul to me, it's like an identity sell We never met is the story that my memory tells Telling me tales like she doesn't handle Hennesey well Getting into it, getting intimate and into details See, I just met you and you showing me your kids "Who said I had any kids? I didn't bring up no kids" Then who's in this picture, "Man, let you show you just who it is"
<i>[Chorus]</i>
<i>[Verse 2: Chamillionaire]</i> Umm, I don't remember her name but she look like an angel She wasn't from here, I knew she didn't hang a Round this part of the hood but hey the story gets stranger Cause this stranger was stranger than I could explain you see She said she wasn't married but the ring on her finger Told me she was lying and using the same uhh Game I use on women so I couldn't even blame her Spitting the game I spit to 'em when I'm trying to bang her (I bump into this guy, he told me that he used to know you He told me about the loyalty and love he used to show you He said what he said with a passion like it was so true Wouldn't take advantage of the fact that the listeners didn't really know you) There's pictures in my pocketbook, almost got it, I'll show you She digs in her purse and while she fumbles around I find that photo, I'm like "Oh no there's some trouble in town" I turn around as these two officers is coming in now They walk in real suspicious and come and sit down So close, I can see they barrels of the guns to the ground So close that they can listen to either one of us now We turn back around and she says no need for whispering Then she tells me that (I don't really give a damn whose listening Try to make it last a long time was my mission And he kept on tripping and then I got pissed at him Hit 'em with my fist and my punches were never missing him)
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<i>[Verse 3: Chamillionaire]</i> Okay, let's get this straight, your man cheated on you and now You talking to a perfect stranger like it's making you proud And the rest of this conversation she just telling me how It wasn't her boyfriend in the pic but a familiar smile She said (pictures can be deceiving like she knew he was foul Look closer, you'll see a coward who uses his smile as power Fleeing the smoke strength, couldn't stand it another hour So she did what she did then she went to go take a shower) Damn what do you mean? ( couldn't tell you that I missing him) I don't understand what your saying, how did you get rid of him? She dissing him, as I ask her what it is she did to him She stops, Ay keep talking I'm listening (I don't wanna tell about the images I'm picturing) Henny spilling then she tell me (For real and I got the feeling of what I'm feeling is that I wanted to kill him) Something's wrong here and I know just who is the villian Her voice was getting louder, the moral is getting clearer The officers is looking at us and I can tell they can hear her Told me (It was protection, Reached for it in the stash) The plastic is what she grabbed and she put it right on his ass Bust it before the blast, she thought she was free at last Baby I think you crazy, Sorry I'm pressing for time I gotta go grind, time's been interesting Now I'm sweating and stressing, this girl's got me guessing That this conversation is some type of evil confession She pulls a clearer picture, it's my damn ex-best friend How you know him? She told me she was with him at his house Watching movies on Sundays when they be chilling And that's exactly the day that the hospital came to get him The feeling was the worst feeling that she could possibly be feeling Stood up and then I yelled out "Why in the hell did you kill him?" I didn't kill him, I have AIDS, he had sex with 'em and that's crazy
Well Billy rapped all night about his suicide Said he'd kick it in the head when he was 25 Speed jive, don't want to stay alive when you're 25 And Wendy's stealing clothes from Marks and Sparks And Freddie's got spots from ripping off the stars from his face Funky little boat race
The television man is crazy Saying we're juvenile delinquent wrecks Oh man, I need TV when I got T.Rex? Oh brother, you guessed, I'm a dude now
All the young dudes, carry the news Boogaloo dudes, carry the news All the young dudes, carry the news Boogaloo dudes, carry the news
Billy's looking sweet 'cos he dresses like a queen But he can kick like a mule, it's a real mean team But we can love, oh yes, we can love And my father's back at home with his Beatles and his Stones He never got it off with that revolution stuff What a drag, too many snags
Well I drunk a lot of wine and I'm feeling fine I gotta raise some cat to bed Oh man, is that concrete all around or is it in my head? Brother, I'm a dude now
All the young dudes, carry the news Boogaloo dudes, carry the news All the young dudes, carry the news Boogaloo dudes, carry the news
All the young dudes, carry the news Boogaloo dudes, carry the news All the young dudes, carry the news Boogaloo dudes, carry the news All the young dudes, carry the news Boogaloo dudes, carry the news
<i>[Intro]</i> My life is real baby, you peeping me take a picture You peeping me take a picture, (you should take a photograph) - <i>[2x]</i>
<i>[Bun B]</i> Catch me today, with a cannon or a Kodak Cause by tomorrow, yesterday gon be a throwback (You see it's real, they be like look at that Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph)
<i>[Chamillionaire]</i> Introducing the truest voice of the South, it's who else but me fool Don't let all that foolishness they feed you, on T.V. mislead you Don't let all the magazines, and them papers out there deceive you The cups that be used to sip, but Caucasian kinda like my tee do You see that hand be glistening, you see the Sedans we flipping The hundreds of grands we getting, these units of scans we shipping You see that Caddy tipping, them thangs on that Caddy twisting That paint and that candy dripping, that drank and that can is missing That ain't a Cola, though dry and you feeling sober Boys trying to switch it over, apply it up in a soda Home of the Houston hustlers, who grinding and hit the quota Who fire and hit the doja, you high when you sniff the odor Told ya you gotta have, a foreign or buy your slab Afford it then buy it that's, important without it now You ain't gotta take college class, to see that we bout our cash You not if you gotta ask, let's take a pic by the slab hol' up
<i>[Hook]</i> You see my slab, you see my candy slab Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph You see my chick, you see my chick is bad Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph You see it's real, they be like look at that Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph Photograph, ph-ph-ph-photograph-photograph Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph
<i>[Chamillionaire]</i> When I'm tipping they'll probably watch me, the cops'll be paparazzi And try to patrol my posse, we shining and glowing glossy The jealous will try to top me, we keep it too real to copy What I'm listening to ain't a floppy, that disc gon be Screwed and Chop-pied All the ballers will ride to this, deposit deposit slips Buy the car and apply the fifth, raise the trunk an entire lift Use to go to that Kappa, but Kappa ain't been as crunk So I'm popping up at Daytona, on chrome and I'm popping trunk Jamming that "Ridin' Dirty", while riding beside the laws And they staring over at me, trying to scare me like I'ma pause Tell 'em naw they know I'ma crawl, all day in the robber cause I'm trying to go wash the ride, till them tires have whiter walls You peeping him take a picture, that chrome and that paint official You smoking then take a swisha, there's plenty just take 'em wit ya You chilling you ain't a sipper, then I'ma be hanging wit ya Take a hold of the grain and grip a, handful and smile for the pictures nigga
<i>[Hook]</i>
<i>[Bun B]</i> You see the bling up on my bracelet, and the shine on my chest Syrup in my styrofoam, it's sweet with doja no cess You done put it down with the rest, time to roll with the best Cause when you ride with the original, you ain't gotta guess I'm the connection that you need, when they say it's a drought Cause it's not really a drought, them other niggaz just out And I'm the plug you gotta have, when they say the river's dry Cause it's not really dry, they just ran out of supply I'm too fly for the clouds, too down for the green grass Better wear tinted lenses, if you look at my clean ass Catch me today, with a cannon or a Kodak Cause by tomorrow, yesterday gon be a throwback Candy still dripping, 4's is still tipping Wood grain grass, steering wheel I'm still gripping Repping for P.A.T., the West and the East And I'm repping for Pimp C, till he get back on the streets it never cease
<i>[Hook]</i>
<i>[Chamillionaire]</i> My life is real baby, ain't just a song (ain't just a song) Gripping that wood wheel baby, and riding chrome (I'm riding chrome) This is for the real playas, that get that do' (that get that do') Tell me how it feel baby, to see I'm-I'm riding candy and chrome
<i>[Bun B]</i> Catch me today, with a cannon or a Kodak Cause by tomorrow, yesterday gon be a throwback - <i>[2x]</i>
<i>[talking]</i> Know I'm saying, gripping wood Riding through the hood, and feeling good Just like we say down in Texas, it's already You staring at me so hard You need to go on, do yourself a favor playa And take a motherfucking picture
<i>[Chorus: Chamillionaire]</i> F what you heard me, See me in person You know I'm fly <i>[3X]</i> Even your girlfriends and all her girlfriends You know I'm fly <i>[3X]</i> Keep it dirty, dirty you heard me You know I'm fly <i>[2X]</i> You know I'm fly as the sky Fly like a birdy <i>[2X]</i> Fly like a
<i>[Chamillionaire]</i> 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
<i>[Chorus]</i>
<i>[Rasaq]</i> 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
<i>[Chorus]</i>
<i>[Lil Wayne]</i> 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
<i>[Chorus]</i>
<i>[Chamillionaire - Verse 4:]</i> 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
<i>[Hook]</i> When I look back at my life, I realize-realize something ain't right I'm missing you Lord, in my life make it right I got something to decide, just wanna make-wanna make everything right Cause there's a huge void, a huge void in my life make it right
<i>[Chamillionaire]</i> I'm staring up at the Pope, it soak it up while he spoke it Mesmerized and repeated, like he the author that wrote it The broads are the ones I love, just don't wanna be the corporate So waiting for death to approach this, take the time to say no sis I don't hate ya, for having these little seeds At 17, best believe they're a beautiful breeze Of fresh air when their's nothing else, I usually need Just a smile look at em now, hoping you just believe And my broad been in place forever, I'm gone but I'm chasing cheddar Been gone could of kept it going, with a poem or a basic letter But naw I just hate to tell her, try hard but I didn't let her The groupies get at your boy, but you're my Cinderella Look girl we can make it better, but there's a gift and a curse While you healing a nigga feelings, your's are usually hurt It ain't amount of cash on Earth, to match what you really worth Know your turf has been the church, that's where you put in work And you put in overtime, because you know the sign And most danger that I've been lately, rap is mo' than rhymes But you still hold me down, I'ma do way mo' this time Got some time that I need to manage, girl you know that's right And that's speaken like a true deacon, cause even to see you sleeping That comfortabally ain't enough for me, anything that you needing I'll cease anything that squeaks, and cease any sink that leaks Ain't nothing gon interrupt, your sleep deep into them sheets and peep
<i>[Hook]</i>
<i>[Chamillionaire]</i> How your father call the police, have your mama put in the jail When the arguments always started, and ended up in a cell Hard to it was the thought of this, ring that you use to wear As I darted out the apartment, and pawned it to get the bail Argument after argument, drama wasn't hitting well Target it ain't no harm in it, smart so I didn't tell God that it was the hardest, yeah life was a living hell Spent part of it steady dodging it, charging off in the trails Father say he a Muslim, your mama say she a Christian The Bible or the Koran, which one would you be picking The cards are in your palm, ain't really no use in tripping Be true to the one you choose, ain't really no use in switching Yeah they gon have to be mad at us, choice is something I had to trust Standing up when I had enough, for my blessings not adding up Take too many things for granted, right after that metal gedal bust Somebody's life is missing, that's when the spirit grabbing us
<i>[Hook]</i>
<i>[Chamillionaire]</i> A religion is what you missing, someone tell me how can it Make people panic, mention God and all the weak people vanish Take God your woman and your family, even your own life for granted Until you slanted on the planet, with your face in the granite And I won't have it, I don't wanna see my coaching divided So I decided to remind it, there's a choice and provide it So put your ego to the side, soon as you standing beside it Raise your right hand, and let the spirit know it's invited Don't need to fight it, I just wanna make it right 'fore they bury me Cause the truth is like therapy, plus my conscience is tearing me Into pieces as deadly was dealt, was not even fair to me To the soldiers that passed in the game, we missing you terribly Thank my family especially, in my mind like telepathy Staying humble's the recipe, keep my faith and he blessing me I use the energy left in me, to make sure they respecting me Walk the steps of my destiny, like I know he protecting me I'm a leader, believe the people won't get to see less of me No they won't see the death of me, or no police arresting me I live life so successfully, and just show em the best of me On another level mentally, this position was meant for me
Na na na na naaaa Heyyyyyyyy Na na na na naaaa They said noooo when I told them thaaaaat I find a way to get to the toooop (to the tooop) They didn't knoooow that eventuallyyyy I'd be the ONE to worry about (worry aboouuut) When someoooone would mention meeeee they always try to say I'mma floooop But this the sound of reveeeeeennnge The sound of reveeeennnge The sound of reveeeennnge The sound of reveeeennnge Reveeeennnge
<i>[Chamillionaire]</i> Yeah, on the path to find out whose true the only person you can really trust is you And if you, feel like you can't even trust you You can always trust you know who And if you don't know who you know who is Then I feel so sorry for you Cause that's really the only person that can judge and critics people that wanna see you fail and tell you what you can do, shouldn't do, must do And when you got that glow Nobody's else words can really bugs you Haha Revenge has always been looked upon as a sin and sometimes you just feel like you have to sin to win Sometmes it sound like (gun shot), It's what it coulda been And when you get to the gates of heaven they probably wouldn't let you in Haha But to change that meaning of it success is what it is in the end and instead of worrying about what it should of, could of, or would it been You turn you head towards the future and keep it moviiin, knowwhatI'm sayin? (Well say it again) Keep it moviiiin, knowwhatI'm sayin? Screw it then KnooowwhatI'm sayiiiin?
If you waitiiiiin for me to faiiiil Your time is running out on the clock (on the gloooock) I'm runniiiiiiin to the finish yeeeeeaaahh when I get there I ain't gonna stooooooop (gonna stoooop) Success iiiiiiisssss what I couldn't haaaavve but now I tell them look what I goooooott This the sound of reveeeeeennnnge The sound of reveeeeennnnnge The sound of reveeeeeeennnnnnge The sound of reveeeeennnnnge reveeeennnnge Na na na na naaaa Heeeeyyyyyyy Na na na na naaaa Na na na na naaaa Heeeeyyyyyyy Na na na na naaaa
