Picture Perfect Lyrics - The Sound Of Revenge - Chamillionaire

My life is real baby, you peeping me take a picture 

You peeping me take a picture, you should take a photograph 

You peeping me take a picture, you should take a photograph 

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 

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 

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, photograph, photograph 

Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph 

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 

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, photograph, photograph 

Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph 

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, four'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 

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, photograph, photograph 

Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph 

My life is real baby, 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' 

Tell me how it feel baby, to see I'm I'm riding candy and chrome 

Catch me today, with a cannon or a Kodak 

'Cause by tomorrow, yesterday gon be a throwback 

'Cause by tomorrow, yesterday gon be a throwback 

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