(*talking*) Ha-ha, live from Houston Texas Your's truly, the Mix Tape Messiah Y'all know what time it is, it's grind time baby Chamillitary mayn, the realest
[Hook] It's grind time, I need mine Grind time, I need mine Grind ti-i-i-i-me, (looking at my watch) I-I-I-I-I-I, I need mine
[Chamillionaire] Not hanging around that corner, I'm chasing and trying to fold a Whole stack I stay on my grind, when it's hot our or even colder Yeah you know the color, denying it if they told ya That I am not just a client mayn, I am the biggest roller When it come to that paper, that paper be like my partna My paper ain't never heard, the fat lady sing at the opera Sitting low in that dropper, on top of the mono-block Ya can't let all the hating stop ya, what would you be on the block for Grinding, that's the reason yeah that's the reason you breathing If that ain't nowhere around me, then that's the reason I'm leaving Gotta go get my G's and, show em it ain't a problem If you'd just get off your bottom, then you'll be saying I got em Get it like me, maybe live near to sea While the people mad at your habit, beginning to be Such a nuisanse but we, are as real as could be And real recognize real, but you looking different to me
[Hook - 2x]
[Chamillionaire] King of the Chamillitary camp, cheering for the champ BVS's in my necklace, my appearance like a lamp Lit up in my ear, as they see the king appear Haters definitely can't stand it, standing near a chandelier I'ma keep on shining, like a Southern playa's spose' I'ma keep getting respect, just ask about me round the globe Down here the music Slowed, if it's tight they call it throwed Candy paint cover my do's, and them wheels we call em 4's Some on-lookers looking, like they wishing that they had em Balling if I want it, don't play with it go and grab em Get the old school a couple tools, candy paint and slab em Go and get the old school DJ Screw, and jam it like a anthem Don't care bout who you know, cause I'm the illest rapper rapping If you think someone better, be a good lad and go grab em For now I just go get it, and sit crooked on my Davin's And deal with it how I deal with it, and do it like a champion
[Hook - 2x]
[Chamillionaire] Friends turn to foes, homies turn to haters Further down the road, partnas turn to fakers So I'ma keep it true, but some will turn to perpetrators Won't keep it in control, turn to instigators Real is how we roll, use to try to play us Patience getting low, switch it to the majors Freestyle or flow, me and y'all on different pages Got that bidness man grind, had to make a couple changes
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Copy to Clipboard: (*talking*) Ha-ha, live from Houston Texas Your's truly, the Mix Tape Messiah Y'all know what time it is, it's grind time baby Chamillitary mayn, the realest
[Hook] It's grind time, I need mine Grind time, I need mine Grind ti-i-i-i-me, (looking at my watch) I-I-I-I-I-I, I need mine
[Chamillionaire] Not hanging around that corner, I'm chasing and trying to fold a Whole stack I stay on my grind, when it's hot our or even colder Yeah you know the color, denying it if they told ya That I am not just a client mayn, I am the biggest roller When it come to that paper, that paper be like my partna My paper ain't never heard, the fat lady sing at the opera Sitting low in that dropper, on top of the mono-block Ya can't let all the hating stop ya, what would you be on the block for Grinding, that's the reason yeah that's the reason you breathing If that ain't nowhere around me, then that's the reason I'm leaving Gotta go get my G's and, show em it ain't a problem If you'd just get off your bottom, then you'll be saying I got em Get it like me, maybe live near to sea While the people mad at your habit, beginning to be Such a nuisanse but we, are as real as could be And real recognize real, but you looking different to me
[Hook - 2x]
[Chamillionaire] King of the Chamillitary camp, cheering for the champ BVS's in my necklace, my appearance like a lamp Lit up in my ear, as they see the king appear Haters definitely can't stand it, standing near a chandelier I'ma keep on shining, like a Southern playa's spose' I'ma keep getting respect, just ask about me round the globe Down here the music Slowed, if it's tight they call it throwed Candy paint cover my do's, and them wheels we call em 4's Some on-lookers looking, like they wishing that they had em Balling if I want it, don't play with it go and grab em Get the old school a couple tools, candy paint and slab em Go and get the old school DJ Screw, and jam it like a anthem Don't care bout who you know, cause I'm the illest rapper rapping If you think someone better, be a good lad and go grab em For now I just go get it, and sit crooked on my Davin's And deal with it how I deal with it, and do it like a champion
[Hook - 2x]
[Chamillionaire] Friends turn to foes, homies turn to haters Further down the road, partnas turn to fakers So I'ma keep it true, but some will turn to perpetrators Won't keep it in control, turn to instigators Real is how we roll, use to try to play us Patience getting low, switch it to the majors Freestyle or flow, me and y'all on different pages Got that bidness man grind, had to make a couple changes
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