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Chamillionaire

Genres: Hip-Hop

You Must Be Crazy Lyrics - Chamillionaire

Chamillionaire's so crazy 

Look at the face of the media like you crazy 

You thought I'd fall, I'm sorry dawg you crazy 

 

Mirror, mirror on the wall, you are crazy 

I wonder if it's still called memory loss 

If you can't remember the last time you lost 

 

Yeah, the only time I lose is when it's my memory 

Haters comin' around here, talkin' about 'Remember me' 

Nah amnesia, Cham leader apparently 

You are just a follower now I'm about to set a speed 

 

If they can't keep up with, no one ahead of me 

Victory is just what I said that I can achieve 

'Bout to be trouble, you scared, I think you'd better leave 

Hope you don't have asthma, ah-ahm, go ahead and breathe 

 

Yeah, pull out your inhaler 

You gon' have to catch your breath for this one 

This the victory lap 

 

Yeah, garage lift up, it'll create some enemies 

Got the S S in the middle of it like Tennessee 

Sorry but the Ferrari there isn't friendly 

The engine be runnin' pyoon like a scattered keys 

 

If she a freak don't handcuff her, just let her be 

Get your G's like five letters after the letter B 

Photocopy could possibly find a better me 

Hot like two letters after the letter C 

 

In the name of gang that's been runnin' the game 

Help me explain and tell 'em, Chamillitary mayne 

 

I am a hustler, you gotta pay me 

No time to sleep, I'm in the streets on the daily 

When you a hustler, no bein' lazy 

I got it whenever you need it just page me 

 

Hustler music, hustler music 

Hustler music, I'm hustlin' music 

You thinkin', you thinkin' I'ma lose baby 

Either you stupid or you gotta be crazy 

 

You ready Famous? 

Hold up, I gotta take these 20 G's and take it to the bank G 

Aight fo' sho' I got it 

Hold up, yeah 

 

The hype Williams to y'all rookies, you know that this is 

A motion picture so sick that I call it motion sickness 

Jonathan Manyon, the manuscript, so hold your pictures 

Just like you're posin' for strippers and tryin' to show your riches 

 

Materialistic I got a lot of material 

Umm, I got a lot of, uhh, Chamnesia 

I probably break up with my own self and go solo 

Versus for promo, oh, no 

 

I'm a monster, up and cummin' like dicks, no homo 

A lil' too gangsta for them flicks, no photos 

I'm high like gas, rose sticks and blow dodo 

That Texas, shit, fa sho' though 

 

Fresh off the underground circuit 

Straight into this overground circus 

I'ma do numbers like the lotto 

Shoot 'tron straight out the bottle 

 

You not lookin' at a role model 

So, I say it one time and one time only 

Not your buddy, not your pal or your homie 

You know me 

 

I am a hustler, you gotta pay me 

No time to sleep, I'm in the streets on the daily 

When you a hustler, no bein' lazy 

I got it whenever you need it just page me 

 

Hustler music, hustler music 

Hustler music, I'm hustlin' music 

You thinkin', you thinkin' I'ma lose baby 

Either you stupid or you gotta be crazy, crazy 

 

I'm like Bruh Man on the fifth flo' 

'Cept I'm comin' in through the front do' 

I ain't gotta use the window, let's go 

 

Now please pass my passport because I'm it 

I got groupies with longer hair than cousin it 

Brazilian ladies who tell me, "This bra just doesn't fit" 

Twins in two rooms tryin' to make me double dip 

 

Shoulda known I would win, yeah, you thought you had it 

Like my cars and my weapon that is automatic 

 

This the part of the horror flick 

Where the white lady trips and falls 

And me and Famous escape with the millions 

 

Two heavyweights from the Lone Star State 

And if 30's the new 20, I been hot since 8 

Me flop just wait, not turn blue 

Tell 'em I'm famous, thought I was a new nig 

 

Thought you knew nig, when I'm applyin' pressure 

The brothers play the back lookin' like some rhymin' extras 

'Cause I'm the star of the movie, can't move me 

Don't try either, either 

 

I'ma roast you then Baker like Anita 

Hot, my records got the fever, stop actin' like a diva 

They tellin' Cham how they feelin' me 

I'm a universal asset, your whole team liability 

 

So I ain't finna leave, so you ain't finna breathe 

'Cause I can cut it up or keep it cool like the winter breeze 

My piece and chain symbolize respect 

My mouthpiece symbolize a check, yup 

Chamillitary mayne 

 

No kids here so how you gon' play me? 

Boy tryin' to cash out so how you gon' pay me? 

 

I am a hustler, you gotta pay me 

No time to sleep, I'm in the streets on the daily 

When you a hustler, no bein' lazy 

I got it whenever you need it just page me 

 

No time to sleep I gotta keep goin' 

The hustler of all hustlers, I say it's somethin' I borrow 

Sell night to the day and then sell today to tomorrow 

No money don't even bother 

 

Got some paper then call up 

Call George Bush's daughter I sell her Katrina water 

 

Just to get at her father, just so they have some evidence 

I'm slick enough to take precedence from the president 

America's worst nightmare is right here 

I stay sizzlin' like flares, look up, pyoon 

 

It's quite clear it's my year 'til I hear 

Somebody's smoother then I'm the ruler, I'm like where 

Is he at? Just let me know, I'ma bury him 

Under the rocks in the bottom of my aquarium 

 

The chances of me losin' this time are very slim 

If he was bright then I'm turnin' him down to very dim 

If it ain't me in the sequel then there will be no sequel 

You know the obvious reason is 'cause there is no equal 

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Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group, Razor & Tie Direct Llc, Royalty Network

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