[Intro - Chamillionaire - talking] Yeahhh! It's Major Pain baby Know what I'm talkin about? Hahaha Alright, let me get serious It's Koopa!
[Chorus - Chamillionaire] I come through and show 'em how to do it (woo!) And she like "boy you the truth" (you the truth) And they like (yeah) "boy you the truth, you the truth" And she like (hold up) "boy you the truth"
I come through and show 'em how to do it And she like "boy you the truth, you the truth" And they like "boy you the truth, you the truth" And she like "boy you the truth"
[Chamillionaire talking over the second part of the Chorus] So what I'm goin try to do is go a little fast Then I'm a go a little slow Switch up the style a little bit, know what I'm talkin about? You ready? I'm ready baby Turn my headphones up Here it go
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire] I'm back to the bone, I feel like I'm the best And they cannot contest when I'm kickin that mess 'Cause your chick get undressed when she liftin that dress 'Cause like Mannie, I'm Fresh when I'm flippin like flesh Anybody that's on the 'net, sayin Chamillionaire ain't the best Get off the 'D', get off the 'I', then let your keyboard figure the rest 'Cause I impress my own self and only the man upstairs could judge me (judge me) Retailers open to mixtape rappers, then they hug me (hug me) I control the market, even bootleggers be lovey-dovey Plus the necklace got 'em thinkin that Johnny The Jeweler's my buddy Crash test the best, 'cause if you hate me than you's a dummy (dummy) Give me a month, I bet you turn the opposite of chubby (chubby) Ever verse is crack and crack heads be sayin they love me Mixtape Messiah 4, I bet that you become a druggie (woo!) They sayin that money talks, you rappers better not make a sound (sound) Walkin that major money me is none of these rappers is found (found) Even the Mayor know my paper's enough to buy the town (town) Plus the "Wheels of Fortune", so I'm a have to buy a noun (noun) Ever verse is a masterpiece, my money's still stackin like Master P's Feelin like Mighty Mouse, the way I be takin flights to stack the cheese Please, you better not make another sound Yeah, yeah, I rep the Texas, they just (*chopped and screwed voice*) "download my style" (style) Walk into the garage (garage), pick any car in the room She yells (which?/witch?), like she was starin at the lady that's on the broom (broom) Can't call it a fleet (why?), more like a platoon Different car everyday of the week from Fourth of July to June Look at how they change they tune, who not player? In the wind, I'm in Berlin, I notice you not there Enter the code in the ATM it sound like AOL Soon as I'm checkin my account it tells me "you've got mail!" (you've got mail!) Haha, ?messy boocu moni me?, who is cold as me? Bet he French kiss the kicks, when they stickin on his teeth French chick was in the whip, now she sittin on the street She was lookin fine 'til she ask if she could hold a G (haha) Yeah, and if I want I'm a get it And if I don't really want it, then it can leave (leave), I'm a let it Used to be +N Luv Wit My Money+, now I'm in love with my credit Buy the bar with they dollars, I buy the building with debit Uh, I hit that Harlem Nights (Nights), it's goin to prepare the storm Look up to the roof, it's reindeer/rain dear, feelin like Santa's home Famous bet that he could leave out with the baddest one Call her dot com, 'cause she lookin like she Amazon Grand Hustle like T.I., and I got a hundred million more to go (go) Boys in Texas D-E-Y, I know they know like Shawty Lo (Lo) Little bougie chick out the bank (bank), gettin check, yeah shorty know (know) Check my bank account, bet it won't ever come up short of low Whoa, they be like Koopa you so cocky bro 'Cause I did everything that they say was impossible And I feel like a one man wreckin crew, what I need a posse for? All this ice on me, it's like I got hit with a hockey throw Duck, they say that they want to have fun Feeling like "Silver Spoons" in the pool of the mansion See you breast strokin in the nude and I had one So I'm a (turn the camera on the pool) like Cam'ron Had this chick in the crib, told me that I was difficult Told me I should go back to the days when I had the glistenin too Then she tried to tell me I should go back and rap with - Who? Map of Louisiana (yeah), I bet you that she goin to get the boot (boot) Koop, Mother Nature must of had a son 'Cause I'm flyer than the roof in a gigantic storm They say Mixtape Messiah's here, haters prepare to run When you see me, greet me like (Cannon) 'cause I am a Don, huh
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[Chorus - Chamillionaire] I come through and show 'em how to do it (woo!) And she like "boy you the truth" (you the truth) And they like (yeah) "boy you the truth, you the truth" And she like (hold up) "boy you the truth"
I come through and show 'em how to do it And she like "boy you the truth, you the truth" And they like "boy you the truth, you the truth" And she like "boy you the truth"
[Chamillionaire talking over the second part of the Chorus] So what I'm goin try to do is go a little fast Then I'm a go a little slow Switch up the style a little bit, know what I'm talkin about? You ready? I'm ready baby Turn my headphones up Here it go
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire] I'm back to the bone, I feel like I'm the best And they cannot contest when I'm kickin that mess 'Cause your chick get undressed when she liftin that dress 'Cause like Mannie, I'm Fresh when I'm flippin like flesh Anybody that's on the 'net, sayin Chamillionaire ain't the best Get off the 'D', get off the 'I', then let your keyboard figure the rest 'Cause I impress my own self and only the man upstairs could judge me (judge me) Retailers open to mixtape rappers, then they hug me (hug me) I control the market, even bootleggers be lovey-dovey Plus the necklace got 'em thinkin that Johnny The Jeweler's my buddy Crash test the best, 'cause if you hate me than you's a dummy (dummy) Give me a month, I bet you turn the opposite of chubby (chubby) Ever verse is crack and crack heads be sayin they love me Mixtape Messiah 4, I bet that you become a druggie (woo!) They sayin that money talks, you rappers better not make a sound (sound) Walkin that major money me is none of these rappers is found (found) Even the Mayor know my paper's enough to buy the town (town) Plus the "Wheels of Fortune", so I'm a have to buy a noun (noun) Ever verse is a masterpiece, my money's still stackin like Master P's Feelin like Mighty Mouse, the way I be takin flights to stack the cheese Please, you better not make another sound Yeah, yeah, I rep the Texas, they just (*chopped and screwed voice*) "download my style" (style) Walk into the garage (garage), pick any car in the room She yells (which?/witch?), like she was starin at the lady that's on the broom (broom) Can't call it a fleet (why?), more like a platoon Different car everyday of the week from Fourth of July to June Look at how they change they tune, who not player? In the wind, I'm in Berlin, I notice you not there Enter the code in the ATM it sound like AOL Soon as I'm checkin my account it tells me "you've got mail!" (you've got mail!) Haha, ?messy boocu moni me?, who is cold as me? Bet he French kiss the kicks, when they stickin on his teeth French chick was in the whip, now she sittin on the street She was lookin fine 'til she ask if she could hold a G (haha) Yeah, and if I want I'm a get it And if I don't really want it, then it can leave (leave), I'm a let it Used to be +N Luv Wit My Money+, now I'm in love with my credit Buy the bar with they dollars, I buy the building with debit Uh, I hit that Harlem Nights (Nights), it's goin to prepare the storm Look up to the roof, it's reindeer/rain dear, feelin like Santa's home Famous bet that he could leave out with the baddest one Call her dot com, 'cause she lookin like she Amazon Grand Hustle like T.I., and I got a hundred million more to go (go) Boys in Texas D-E-Y, I know they know like Shawty Lo (Lo) Little bougie chick out the bank (bank), gettin check, yeah shorty know (know) Check my bank account, bet it won't ever come up short of low Whoa, they be like Koopa you so cocky bro 'Cause I did everything that they say was impossible And I feel like a one man wreckin crew, what I need a posse for? All this ice on me, it's like I got hit with a hockey throw Duck, they say that they want to have fun Feeling like "Silver Spoons" in the pool of the mansion See you breast strokin in the nude and I had one So I'm a (turn the camera on the pool) like Cam'ron Had this chick in the crib, told me that I was difficult Told me I should go back to the days when I had the glistenin too Then she tried to tell me I should go back and rap with - Who? Map of Louisiana (yeah), I bet you that she goin to get the boot (boot) Koop, Mother Nature must of had a son 'Cause I'm flyer than the roof in a gigantic storm They say Mixtape Messiah's here, haters prepare to run When you see me, greet me like (Cannon) 'cause I am a Don, huh
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