(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.
keep on keeping up. keep on keeping up. keep on keeping up. keep on keeping up. This is for my ladies with the T & A. lets put our hands together for our DNA.
Straight out, I'm heading for a miracle. Pushing the edge making it subliminal. To loose or win that's not the essence. Teamwork makes for us all the difference.
Straight out, I'm heading for a miracle. Pushing the edge makin' it subliminal. To loose or win that's not the essence. Teamwork makes for us all the difference.
Earth's candle slowly kindles. Has no time to slumber. spins around, under sun control. One day nature will show of what it's capable. The long distance boomerang is thrown away.
To all those listening, this is my story. About a confused girl and our boy, that's boring. So either look at me, stupid and awkward. But you leave and tell me is much better.
Uhh! Vegetalma... Vegetalma.... Rojito veo el mundo. Por la ventana del alma. Si, yo veo la luz, sin lentes de sol yo veo la luz.... **CORO**.
Cuando el viento sopla en contra ma. me elevo hasta el cielo.. Veo el mundo desde otro punto. y ninguna nube negra me alcanza.. Cuan Quijote tengo Dulcinea.