They Aint Ready Lyrics - Chamillionaire

[Chamillionaire] 

The Buddhists they holla Buddah, make sinners say hollaluah 

I'm the God of mix tapes, watch me drive the Impala through the 

Ghetto twenty inch metal, go get your two college rulers 

I'll teach you how to correct your speech, but I'm not a tutor 

How you playas gonna deny the answer, to all your prayers 

It's not fair, you can not compete Chamillionaire 

Attitude stinky, from now on when I'm round y'all 

Sniff I know you can feel me nigga, like a bloodhound dog 

I done took over the streets, so they call me the groundhog 

When these boys on a cold streak, I bring heat like a brown log 

In the fire place you fired, I'm the boss you the maid 

I would suspend you with no pay, but you never got paid 

Don't talk down shut up, like a attic door on the ceiling 

Boy I'm a villain, you ain't got no royal you's a kitten 

Sipping on some sour milk, Color Changin' tower get crushed 

There ain't a plane, that can wreck and crash harder than us 

Seems like we beefing, but I ain't even know we had problems 

Maybe cause our money's stacked, like Tetris rows in columns 

Not a Saint I'm a lunatic, Nelly ain't colder than him 

You going down down baby, speak on us again 

You can't win won't say your name, unless you get rich off of me 

Cause if I say your name, then that would be free publicity 

Speak under your breath about royalty, is something you don't do 

And I bet you think this song is about you, don't you