(Verse 1: Chamillionaire). Slow loud and bangin man I'm the man. I never been ya fan and I ain't never been. a stan. Sayin I'm the man cause I told you that I am.
[Chamillionaire]. Look... My car sittin' as low as the IQ of kids on short yellow busses. Comin' slow like a cripple handicap kid, on crutches. Got more ice then Miller Light and a 100,000 slushes.
[Chamillionaire]. See your rhyme's the kinda rhyme, that's flooded with punch lines. My rhyme's the kinda rhyme, that make niggas punch nine. One what dum-dum, the police gotta come down.
Shit.. . Chamillionaire:. Come let me tell you, man,. Relax, relax. (J. Holiday: From Texas to DC, baby.). . J. Holiday:. It's goin' down.. Come here now, J. Holiday..
Excuse me for not introducing myself correctly. I am the Man on Fire, A.K.A. the Mix Tape Messiah. A.K.A. the Chamillinator, Smallz let's get 'em. You know what time it is, H-Town, stand up, you know who I am.
Stay In The House A Bit, Dont Come Out Of It. Bout Me? Niggas Best Not Be Announcin It. Like Ya Mouth Real Big, Neva Doubt The Kid. What I Spit Is Legit Real Niggas Vouch For It.
[Chorus: repeat 2X]. You better know when I'm up in the club. That I'm ready for whatever, I'm a G so wassup. Just because you see me actin' shining doin' my thing.
I neva take a high atis. Debate it. The kid the greatest. My album anticipated. I made it. Now haters hate it. Problems I can create it. My pistol is nickel plated.
Chamillionaire an open vibe in the XXL. And the writer in there said that you had trouble to sell. Trouble to sell ????. How can i have trouble cause hell.
I neva take a high atis. Debate it. The kid the greatest. My album anticipated. I made it. Now Niggaz hate it. Problems I can create it. My pistol is nickel plated.
Left wing in my crib there's a model room. Right wing there's a room just for Almond Spoons. I sing on this track that's what they assume. Sorry but my engineer ran out of autotune.
I was sitting back and I was thinking man. I ain't even trying to deal with this shit no more you know. Cham' I don't know what to do yo, ya know. Seem like every time a nigga make one step man.
This for the streets, nah this for the radio. This for the streets, nah this for the radio. This for the streets, nah this for the radio. Well it's for radio then just keep it street, well go on do it then.
Reppin' in the kingdom, I'm reppin' reppin' the kingdom (8X). . (Deitrick Haddon). I go first, gimme that mike. Gotta get this party started right. Everybody scream to the top of your lungs.
[El-P]. Shutup... Yo, yo, yo, yo. My life's not right [check one]. My life's not right [check two]. My life's not right [check three]. Are you ready?.
They lied when they said there was no air in space. MC shit right here, master of the ceremonies. All that other garbage. One dimensional emcees can't handle that.
Know what I'm sayin'. Think you got it figured out by now. Yo, yo. . If first you don't succeed try, try again. Step up to the mic and die again. This is the next lifetime and you wanna battle.
Now, all the divas on the left, you keep on. (Rockin' it). And all the fellas on the right, you keep on. (Rockin' it). . And all my peoples in the back, you keep on.
[Verse 1]. Look,. I can't understand,. How I'm so stuck.. We haven't had sex,. All we do is touch.. I say some funny words,. And all you do is blush..
[intro: buddha monk, (dutch masta killa)]. Ain't no smokin no God damn dutch in here at night. (what the fuck!? who the fuck!? ). (that what it's all about, zu zu zu zu).