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Текст песни:

(feat. Bun B, Paul Wall, Mistah F.A.B.)

"Sippin, sippin on lean, sippin, sippin on bo′"

[Bun B]
Comin down grippin grain, diamonds up against the wood
Tops drop, blades chop, trunk is popped, I′m lookin good
Swangin down the boulevard, chunky deuce, the fifth is shinin
The queen is ridin shotgun and Finger′s behind me
So never you mind me, I′m just hustling, grindin
My pockets are heavy and my diamonds are blindin
My pistols are loaded and cocked so know that I′m ready
I′ll die for my family dog but I′ll kill for my fair day
R.I.P. to my baby bro, UGK until
It ain′t no stopping this movement, you lose on the real
Cause we keeping it trill, that′s from ashes to dust
We got paper to make and fake nigga′s asses to bust
If you down for your hood, and you bangin that Screw
Put your sets in the sky, cause this one is for you
Keep on keepin it true, fuck haters and again
Cause we don′t play the game to say we play, we play to win

[Hook: Mistah F.A.B. X2]
Leanin to the side, you cain′t speed through
Two miles per hour, so everybody sees you
Ridin by myself, with the pistol in the do′
"Sippin, sippin on lean, sippin, sippin on bo′"

[Mistah F.A.B.]
Candy on my big wheel, yeah man I′m still a kid
Twenty-six, rims same age as me, can you dig?
Ridin down the block, knockin pictures off your wall
Just showin off my grill made by Paul Wall
Alpine speakers in my grill on blast
Like my boys in Texas, hittin corner on them slabs
Seat laid back, you know how us pimps be
Keep your head up Bun B, rest in peace Pimp C
A mill′ on mine rolled back to back and young millionaires we haven′t scratched
Rhyme through the hood and habitat, candy paint look like some cabbage patch
Haters hot, they mad at that, Chamillionaire, how F.A.B. get that?
Two dimes in a car, how bad is that? King of the jungle, you an alley cat
Prince of the coast brought Cali back, just threw some D′s on a Cadillac
Smoke so much, got cataracts, been rollin up for a matter of fact
F.A.B. get love where F.A.B. is at, from the Bay to the South where them slabs is at
Oakland down to Houston, only rollin with them savage cats

[Hook X2]

[Chamillionaire (Over Hook: Chamillitary mayne, yeah)]
It′s gon′ be, F-A-C, T to the Feds gon′ mess with me
And F-A-B, when they see, mixtape money yes they pay me
Mugabe, Inspector G, bring ′em all cause they cain′t get me
Ten vehicles parked in the yard, pick your choice, I′ll get that key
Take that jet out to West, let′s swang and get our swerve on
Hit that strip in my whip, gon′ strip and let them sexy curves show
Vehicle sittin very low, pimp that caddy very slow
They like "Yeah, Chamillionaire, the realest I done heard holmes"

[Paul Wall]
I′m leanin to the side sideways, sittin crooked
My Jolly Ratchet paint got all of the people lookin
I′m beatin down the block, givin the streets an ass whoopin
Peep the way a player move, take notes lil young-un
I′m movin slow mo′, leanin off a potent fo′
Pistol in my lap, plus another one in the side do′
You know I′m just a young hustler all about my doe
Gettin cake and stackin up that paper, I need mo′

[Hook X2]

"Sippin, sippin on lean, sippin, sippin on bo′"

@ Chamillionaire

Текст песни:

[Intro]
Yeah, On behalf of Chamillitary Entertainment
I′d like to extent my deepest apologies
To anyone who feels they are offended by the following content
Now that we down with all of the nonsense
If you know you not a groupie, make some noise

[Chorus]
G-R-O-U-P-I-E
Told me that she ain′t a freak [2X]
Told me that she ain′t a freak [2X]
G-R-O-U-P-I-E
Told me that she ain′t a freak [2X]
You was kinda high matienence to me
Want my paper but you′ll let my partner sleep with you for free
Baby, I thought that you were in love with me
But obviously, your just a groupie (Groupie Love)

[Verse 1]
See, I got a clue when Young Dro said his girlfriend got a girlfriend
That girlfriend of his girlfriend′s had Chamillionaire as her man
Then T-Pain said he was sprung, said he had fell in love with a stripper
I shoulda known that you was the stripper that was on the pole tuggin on his zipper
Kanye said that you was a gold digger, You always wanted to be major paid
I turned on my TV and then I seen you kissin on Flava Flav
We was both fans of UGK, we was both dreaming bout ridin blades
While I was dreaming, you was gettin laid on everybodys bed and I was getting played
Yung Joc knew that we was cool, said he knew he didn′t stand a chance
You stood still while my song played and his came on and you did his dance
You kept begging me for romance, I kept telling you that′s enough
You turned on my boy Juvenile and then proceeded to back that up
Pitbull said Culo and I ain′t even that good at spanish
But I knew he was talking to you, I was down with you so I couldn′t stand it
Don′t try to lie, Don′t try to cry, Ain′t nothing more for us to talk about
Like Unk said take 2-Steps towards the door and just walk it out

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Gave Bun B a little groupie love, you gave Pimp C a little groupie love
And then you bumped into the whole Screwed Up Click and gave every member in the group a hug
Even messed with my boy Slim Thug, he pulled up, you had a heart attack
You tried to mess with Game and 50 but neither one of them called you back
Ask J.R., my car was pushed to the limit on Cool & Dre
Plus Rick Ross was Hustlin′ that money outcha like everyday
You knew that I loved you was those three words that I′d never say
Now your business all over the radio and its the penalty that you have to pay
You made the choice to go and be a freak, even Akon been smacking that
Her plan was to get ran through by a linebacker or a quarterback
R Kelly didn′t have to tell me about your bump-n-grind and your foreplay
I found out and I asked you if this was true, you said no way
Birdman said Believe Dat, T.I.P. was like Shawty
Then Young Jeezy said That′s Right and Lil′ Jon said Okay
Heard you was messin with Ray J, you did a flick is what they say
I ain′t even wanna look at the tape until P.Diddy said Press Play

[Chorus]

[Outro]
To be continued...

@ Chamillionaire

Текст песни:

I got a degree
But my felony won′t let me get a job
Life′s so hard
And just today
Somebody stole my car and the bus don′t run my way
I think I′ll walk the streets today
It seems like I′m stuck in the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
Sometimes it seems like I′m stuck, I′m in the ghetto, Ooh
But I got love for the ghetto, ghetto
When I go to my friend
Now with open arms, let me in
And everyday
We just dream and scheme and drink our lifes away
I think I′ll fly the sky today
It seems like I′m stuck in the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
Sometimes it seems like I′m stuck, I′m in the ghetto, Ooh
But I got love for the ghetto, ghetto
But everytime I seem to keep my feet on the ground...

@ Chamillionaire

Текст песни:

(feat. Lil′ Flip)

(187, 187, 187)
(Who′s next?)

[Intro - Chopped and Screwed Voice - talking behind Chorus - w/ ad libs]
Screwed Up Click
You know what this means, right?
Clover G! Let′s go
Yeah, I′m too real to be an actor
Ya dig?
You know who you are
You be home, you behind the mic
Not me though

[Chorus]
"Nigga′s a threat, too real to be an actor" - [8X]

[Verse 1 - Lil′ Flip]
This ain′t a movie, this more like a screenplay
Cause on the real I went to the block each day (for real)
The G way, so hit me on my three way
Look if you want to live, you better take it easy
You jump, fly with me, I clip your wings off
You violate me again, I infa beam y′all
This H-Town, the home of the trunk poppers
Oh and I′m on that kush nigga, I′m a funk doctor
I make hits in the streets and in the booth
So keep playin I′ll put one on you (YOU)
I′m tatted up, cause I love takin pain
I give my artist′s a cheat and tell ′em "keep the change"
I ain′t petty player, I buy the whole thang
My work pure since you want to talk blow man
I got that shit that made Len Bias overdose
Yours truly, the King of the Third Coast

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
Yo, it′s Koopa baby, uh
Jackers pay attention and don′t get the script confused
Cause I promise Black & Decker ain′t gon′ miss you with the tools
Better duck before you lose, like McDuck or Mr. Scrooge
I ain′t givin away a golden cent or nothin to you fools
Clownin on the camera, tryin to get you on the news
Sometimes the cloest ones, the ones who tryin to see you lose
They say that "Family Matters" tell Urkel that I′m the truth
Cause I′m a be a "Family Guy" ′til Stewie get it misconstrued
Scratchin off the serial, materials get thrown away
For jackers I got that cereal, I′m pourin out the Special K
Don′t get blown away, plot and you will bowl away
From no one just with a Cheerio size hole to stay
Homie it ain′t no debate, some Pirelli′s known to hate
So I had to motivate a set of O′s to hold my swangs
Tippin on my rollerblades, head to toe way on them thangs
Tickets just get thrown away like I was supposed to pay

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Lil′ Flip]
Look, aye it′s way too late to try to make peace
Just be glad they didn′t find your ass on the streets
First they said H-Town wasn′t gonna blow
But we proved ′em wrong, even Bun B went gold
I′m Michael Phelps, the way I swim up in your wife
Look I′m the reason her juice box ain′t tight
(Who the King of Houston?), y′all better say me
Cause Def Jam Vendetta is the only way you′ll play me

[Verse 4 - Chamillionaire]
NBA Live 2006, only way that they′ll play me
I was born to be a boss and you just a trainee
In money that we trust, so you can trust in me
Cause I am money, you should see how much I clutched this week
They say that money talks, so you can trust this speech
It′s Barack O′Balla baby, let′s do lunch, let′s feast
Landlord of the H, let′s discuss this lease
If you in Texas and you leanin, then adjust your seat, for Pimp C

[Chorus - w/ ad libs]

[Outro - Lil′ Flip - talking]
Hey, we too real man
For real, yeah
Too real to be an actor, man
(187, 187, who′s next?) 187, who′s next?
Hahaha
Hey Cham man
It feel good to be amongst the platinum elite club baby
Hey let ′em know
The grind don′t stop, Flipgates, Chamillionaire
It′s Volume 4, right?
Hey Cham man, let these niggaz know man
I′m fuckin with these beats now
682-561-8900

@ Chamillionaire

Текст песни:

[Chamillionaire - playing as an internet blogger nerd]
[typing keyboard]
Logging on to AllHipHop right now and uh..
What is this? Chamillionaire?
Not him again..
[Loud sigh] I can′t stand him!

He′s probably name-droppin artists ′cause he knows his album bout to drop
You know he′s gonna start tryin to diss because he knows he′s gonna flop
Eff Chamillionaire! That Carter album is what I′m tryna cop
Chamillionaire thinks he′s too smart, and plus I think he sings a lot
See, he is not, nowhere as good as they say he is, I hate that kid!
And if he is, how come his last one didn′t do as much as this?
anyways, you gotta act hard to make it in this music biz
And only people who like him is just little white suburban kids
Cause he ain′t in the streets, he ain′t cookin soft, or sellin bricks
He can′t handle beef, he don′t know what a two-time felon is
All he talk about is chips, he gotta make a song that′s for the chicks
That track with Slick - does he think that I could bust a move to this?!
H-A-H-A LOL, I SWEAR that boy′ll never sell
And I just hope he goes to jail, get beat up, stabbed and goes to hell
I KNOW he will! I KNOW he will! ′Cause he don′t ever show me skill
I hope they drop him from his deal, that balla rap is overkill
He don′t rap the way he used to rap, he rappin ′bout some stupid crap
He be rappin without saying *ISH* and I′m not really used to that
He don′t rap ′bout sippin syrup, he don′t rep that Houston rap
If I EVER saw him in person, he′d be the rapper that I re-FUSE to dap
Anyway, I heard a rumor; he ain′t beefin, what a lame!
He didn′t even diss 50 back when 50 Cent called out his name
I asked some girls about him and they told me that they felt the same
So many stans on the internet on his dick and it′s an eff′in shame
I′m loggin on to HipHopDX, like, "Who the heck created this?!"
Chamillionaire?! NEGATIVE ONE is what I′m gon′ be ratin this
He′s not the best, I hate this kid, he couldn′t even make my list
If ANYONE says that this is dope, I SWEAR I′ll probably take my fist
and punch a hole in this computer, tell the fans to get it straight
Cause last time he dropped a hit was nineteen-ninety-NEVER-eight
That′s the reason why I hate on EVERYONE that says he′s great
And PLUS he sounds so monotone, his style doesn′t ever ELEVATE
I logged on SOH-H just to investigate
I see he tryna drop a mixtape August 27th, WAIT!
Does he think I′ma purchase this? I′d NEVER ever get his tape
Anyways, everytime he does, the CD comes out HELLA late
And plus The Game is droppin then, he shoulda picked a better date
and Texas, they fell off the map, he should be reppin a better state
RZA, GZA, Little Brother, and The Cool Kids way better than him
and he′s not even the best from Texas, he′s not even better than Slim
I logged on his MySpace page, his song didn′t have that many plays
[in whiny voice] ′cause I know that NO ONE cares ′bout ANYTHING he has to say

(Time for supper! [knocks on door])
Huh, what? (What are you doing in there?)
′ey, come on, mom! (Are you jacking off again?)
Close the door! Get out the way!
(Stop it, come eat your broccoli!) NO! NO!
Get out my face please, can′t you see I′m on the net?!
(I told you, stay off of those porno sites)
Geez, I′ll be out there in a minute, you just need to let me breathe!
(And it′s time to take your medication)
STOP IT, MOM! LEAVE! (Come on!)
LEAAAVE, MOM! LEAAAAVE!!
(Stop it boy, I pay the bills in this house!)

[in a pitiful and sobbing tone]
AHHHHH!! I hate my life! I hate my life! I hate that his life ain′t my life!
I′m only seventeen, and all I do is sit all day and type!
I cain′t believe that Jennifer had the nerve to say I ain′t her type!
I hate the smell of broccoli, my mom cain′t even make it right!
I give my opinion on blog sites, opinion hate, and say who′s nice
′cause I′m too broke to buy CDs, I download ′em and play ′em twice!
I HATE my dad! He disappeared and didn′t ever say good night!
I HATE my parents! Hate the world! I′ll make sure they all pay the price!!
I WONDER WHAT THE WORLD WILL SAY IF THEY COULD WATCH ME TAKE MY LIFE
I WONDER WHAT THE WORLD WILL SAY IF THEY COULD WATCH ME TAKE MY.. - [gunshot]

{"You got mail!"}

@ Chamillionaire

Текст песни:

[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
Now you′re in trouble
Here comes the bill collecta
Now-now you′re in trouble
Here comes the bill collecta

[Krayzie]
When I hang up my phone ya already know
it′s about to go down if you ain′t got my paper
When I hang up my phone ya already know
it′s about to go down if you ain′t got my paper

[Chamillionaire]
Man... You knew that you had those warrants
You kept ignoring those warnings
You said that it was annoying
Like makin them payments wasn′t important
Yo′ TV in the pawn but you tell people it′s in the storage
and When the police pull you over you be givin′ an oscar performance
A ticket you can′t afford it
With Expired plates on your taurus
Your baby momma stay trippin cause none of them kids is supported
You messed up every appointment
Thats why you ain′t got employment
With spiderwebs in your wallet your pockets look like they haunted
You always wanted to be famous, well you gonna get what you wanted
America′s Most Wanted, they ′bout to see ya up on it
You normally move like a tortuise, but you get in your car and your floor it
but you can′t even escape cause the repo man got you cornered

[Chorus]

[Bridge: Chamillionaire]
Better pick up your phone, better pick up your phone
Seems like every time I call you I just get a dial tone
Better pick up your phone, better pick up your phone
Seems like every time I call you I just get a dial tone

[Chamillionaire]
Betta check the check the checker you checking. you ain′t gotta profit
and you try to hide until the repo man come and shake up dem pockets
I′m talkin to you cause your rent is due and you ain′t tryna drop it
Til the lights turned off in your crib like lamps that ain′t got no sockets
They comin′ to get what you got and you tryin to say you ain′t got it
you ain′t paid a payment, a part of it, half a peice or deposit
So I suggest that its best that you use some reason or logic
Or the bill collect is comin′ to come and see ya about it
got it?

[Chorus]

[Krayzie]
Yall just betta have my dough because
I′m comin around the corner hundred miles and gunnin
Finna ride by dumpin′
If anybody owe me somethin′, then I strongly suggest you run it
Yall better respect the bill collecta
or you′ll get chin checked like the rest of ′em
never did joke when it come to the decimal
when it come to gettin dough I′m a professional (fresh ya know)
in it to win it
i get to bombin in a minute
any and every thing over three digits
these suckas they really think krayzie be slippin′
but I′m here to tell em I den already bent em
Money is a mission gotta have that dolla bill yall
fell its really enough to kill yall
I might fall but I get right back up and still ball
stil raw
still get down with the buck bang
So give me all my change
bust brains, cause I gotta maintain
got just enough game to get me paid
just enough aim to leave you laid
out on the pavement
down on the game
believe me
you′ll pay cause I got three hundred and fifty seven reasons

[Chorus]

@ Chamillionaire

Текст песни:

[Chamillionaire]
Rock star, rock star (rock on)
Rock star (rock on) let′s rock-n-roll! (rock on)
I got ladies that love my ladies, haters that hate my haters
I′m a Chamillionaire but got billionaires for my neighbors (rock on!)

[Chorus One: Chamillionaire]
I been had the paper, I been had the stacks
The crowd′s screamin loud in every city on the map
Got the groupies goin crazy, they don′t know how to act
I bring ′em backstage and tell ′em, "Baby just relax"

[Chamillionaire]
Rock on, they see the jewels is so sick like flu spit and flu cough
Take it off and you lost, the tough talk you tuned it off
Keep the four-iron there, keep on thinkin that it′s for golf
Nickel plate on your head, silverware is food for thought
The Grammy winner, the haters is like "How could this happen?" (how?)
On the red carpet so much they mistake me for Aladdin
Now I′m a rapper with revenue like a rock star
If I′m there you can believe the Black Card is not far
Teen spirit ain′t what they smellin, they yellin "Where that Nirvana?"
The crowd is rockin and rollin them swishas full of marijuana
They judgin me like Your Honor, your daughter′s here with her momma
They me that I′m a charmer, more freakier than Madonna
Famous looked right at me and said "Know why I got my lighter up? (why?)
Cause like the throwback P. Diddy alias, I′ma (Puff)"
See how we rippin up tickets the police writin us
Do like Michael Jackson′s complexion mister and lighten up, ha ha

[Chorus Two: Chamillionaire]
Ladies love it when you′re livin like a rock star
I got ′em screamin loud as they keep screamin comin out bras daily, daily
Ladies love it when you′re livin like a rock star
She sayin she′s in love with me and she is probably your lady
Like a rock star (lady) like a rock star (lady)
Ladies love it when you′re livin like a rock star (rock star baby)
Catch me gettin into trouble like it′s my job (baby, baby)
When we listen ′til the cops come then I′ma - rock on!

[Chorus One]

[Lil Wayne (Chamillionaire)]
Chamilli-tary (and now Mr. Young Money himself)
Lil Weezy, baby! Hahaha

Rock-n-roll fly, {bitches} behold I
I am the {shit}, hear the commode cry
Hear the guitar scream, that double-R lean
And if it′s for me, then it′s for-eign
Ha, I mean my cars, I mean my clothes
I mean my {hoes}, I mean my flows
You dress different ′round me then I′ma clean your nose
Step into the line of fire, jalapeсo toes
Compared to Bigfoot you just Twinkle Toes
I get your girlfriend wet like wrinkled clothes
Rock star like, money drugs freakin {hoes}
World tours, walk-throughs and TV shows
My hair′s out (heyyy) no shirt (heyyy)
I stage dive (rock rock) I crowd surf (heyyy)
I′m a Hot Boy (heyyy) I′m on my hot {shit} (rock rock)
Reportin to you live from the moshpit

[Chorus Two]

[Chamillionaire]
I′m so cool, I′m so smooth, I′m that dude, I′m so muah
Groupies trillin me like a spy, the ground be tellin me that I′m fly
The clouds see me and they cry just to get a glimpse of I
Got Mother Nature so jealous she knockin pigeons out the sky
Can′t help it I got ′em rockin they velvet
Bones and losin clothes the higher my album sales get
They love me that′s right you nailed it, they treatin me like I′m Elvis
Naked pictures she mailed it, she licked on the stamp and melt it
Huh, so save your rap for the rookies cause it ain′t no rappers here
A show you do in the club is a show we do in the Amphitheater
We packin stadiums, ladies come in I′ll introduce ya
It′s too packed to maneuver, crowd look like Lollapalooza
We outshinin the losers (heyyy) know I rock with the Ruger (heyyy)
You know I′m a producer, weapon upside your medulla (heyyy)
Got no time to seduce her, Superhead type of seducer
Groupies tryin to snake me but Koopa denyin Medusas, ha ha

[Chorus Two]

[Outro: Chamillionaire]
Rock rock (rock on) rock rock (rock on)
We gon′ keep on rockin and rollin until the wheels fall off
Knowmtalkinbout? Chamillitary mayne
Young Money, we the new Red Hot Chili Peppers
We on fire, sold out arenas, tearin up tourbuses
You know how we get down, ha ha
Rock on, hold up, hold up, hold up
Tryin to get that Ozzy Osbourne paper mayne
I′ma throw a pool party, me and the Playboy bunnies
gon′ be swimmin in a pool of paper like Scrooge McDuck
Heh, you invited, if you can swim
Ha ha, rock on

@ Chamillionaire

Текст песни:

[Intro]
But I′d rather get some bread
But I′d rather get some bread

[Chorus]
I said I love having sex but I′d rather get some bread
But I′d rather get some bread, but I′d rather get some bread
I said I love having sex but I′d rather get some bread
But I′d rather get some bread, but I′d rather get some bread
I said I love having sex but I′d rather get some bread
I said I′d rather get some bread, I said I′d rather get some bread
I said I love having sex but I′d rather get some bread
I said I′d rather get some bread, I said I′d rather get some bread

[Verse 1]
Ay, it′s two hundred women in the V.I.P.
And all of the rumours will be bout me
If they talking bout me and my D-I-C
Then tell ′em I′m the King like T.I.P.
When you worth as many millions as me
They gon′ try to get close to you
Cause I put it down like I′m sposed to do
And your chick is on my promotion crew
Gossiping about what I did
Gossiping about where I live
Aight I′m joking bout where I live
Cause she will never know where that is
Girl that thing is awesome mayne
The grade that I give you is off the chain
I would love to take you to the Rikers′ game
But I′d rather get some bread
Now you acting like you my dame
Magical when I do my thang
When I tell her she need to disappear
She gon′ turn into a boomerang
Knock, knock, who′s there?
"I′m back" Who cares?
Me not speaking no English
Girl you know I′m a true player!

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
H-N-I-C of the Houston scene
I don′t care how many partners that you can bring
Y′all know that I′ma run it, y′all know who the king
I′m so close on the trail that my shoes are green
Paper chasing if it′s any left
And I′m on the trail till I make the catch
I be so close on that big face
That eew, I can smell Ben Franklin′s breath
Y′all can try to test my success
If I ain′t the best then come place ya bets
I can′t see ya girl saying I ain′t my sex
Because I ain′t a trick, I know it ain′t my cheques
The secret service bump into me
I swear y′all gon′ have to be mad at me
Every dollar bill′s a fatality
And every President will be casualties
An assassination it had to be
My hustle game is like Master P′s
Every verse I spit is of masterpiece
Like that painting that′s on my mantle piece
And my crib is worse than gigantic G′s
I got corporations and entities
And my wrist is cooler than antifreeze
Cause my money stretching like Hammer P
A-N-T, what′s the word?
Tell the haters I′m tugging birds
But not the drugs, that buzzing bird
I keep an eagle, I′m never scared
Word, gotta stay close to the money
Look at all the money that we making for Johnny
Don′t make me a deal, that would make me a dummy
Had a bright idea, now my bracelet is sunny

I never ever tell a yellow stellar to get her groove back
I′m pulling that ella-ella-unbrella, tell her groove that
New Barack O-baller, vote for me and I′ll improve rap
So in another class, Uncle Sam should charge me school tax
Used to purchase Jordans, found out Michael was a rude cat
Paid this chick to burn ′em and she only charged me two stacks
No response to those that turn on me like I don′t do dat
The rumours that I′m hearing just opinions but a few facts

[Chorus]

@ Chamillionaire

Текст песни:

[Chamillionaire]
Welcome to the evening news, I thank you all for tuning in
Yes, I′m your host and your journalist, Chamillionaire, so let the news begin
Our helicopters out in the streets look at the screen, an′ let′s zoom it in
′cause Cashis is live at the scene, hey Cashis how are you my friend?
Got no time for no interviews (go-got no time for no interviews)
No time to trip don′t be confused, cause this type of news depends on interviews
Got no time for no interviews (go-got no time for no interviews)
You know I keep my ear to the streets so it′s up to me to bring you the truth
I saw a movie were George Bush had a bearded man on his squad
So much power from oil money that poor folks can′t sit by him
No problem, Osama, Bin Laden, Been hidin′
So long that them pictures all starting to look like him on them milk cartons
Don Imus made comments that made everybody forget about him
That′s him, Anna Nicole got pregnant and had kids by him
Rest in peace to Virgina Tech, too many innocent kids dyin′
Well let′s just blame hip-hop and act like that′s the big problem

[HOOK]
Now I would give you news about Katrina
but you know I can′t talk about Katrina
′Cause every time I talk about Katrina
they look at me like it′s a misdemeanor
Anyways, there′s way more important stuff that we can discuss
George Bush is playing golf, everybody hush, he′s about to putt

[CHORUS]
Gas prices raises, the money keeps burning
Dropout rate rising, so what are they learning?
Sending the troops in the war so I turn it
To today′s evening news
And the world keeps turning slow (turning slow, turning slow)
As the world keeps turning slow (turning slow, turning slow)
As the world keeps on turning slow (turning slow, turning slow)
This is your evening news

[Chamillionaire]
I know you take offense to certain words
I′ve heard worse, but I wouldn′t blame ya′
They say he′s a entertainer, don′t worry about it, never mind Kramer
The Crocodile Hunter got stung, and the lion turned on the lion tamer
We keep sending troops to Iraq, I figured that we must like danger
Little kids don′t learn in school they go to school to go spray a gun
If you a parent, then be a parent, get off the couch and go raise your son
Kobe just broke another record, today′s game he hit 81
Now they saying he′s number 1, but yesterday they all hated him
OJ was named innocent, he got no sentence, he′s still alive
It′s very ironic that the lawyer that defended him had to die
Well, now my cue card says the price of gas isn′t really high
But I′m not going to read that, ′cause we all know that that′s a lie

[CHORUS]
Gas prices raises, the money keeps burning
Dropout rate rising, so what are they learning?
Sending the troops in the war so I turn it
To today′s evening news
And the world keeps turning slow (turning slow, turning slow)
As the world keeps turning slow (turning slow, turning slow)
As the world keeps on turning slow (turning slow, turning slow)
This is your evening news

[Chamillionaire]
We still haven′t found Pac′s killer, still haven′t found Biggie′s either
30 minutes into the case they got tired and took a breather
Snoop Dogg just got arrested, everyday he gets a new subpoena
Innocent when murder was the case so the prosecution got a middle finger
Hip-Hop is sweeping the nation, but the contents seem so degrading
Most rappers got new albums that white kids are anticipating
If you don′t like it on the radio or the television then switch the station
Flavor Flav get a lot of ratings, Bill O′Reilly somewhere is hating
Kanye just said WHAT? the president ain′t got time for that
The White House is going to stay white even tho′ we know Obama′s black
9/11 was a calculation, and some would say it was a timed attack
He gave a speech on CNN, "They bombed us, now we′re bombing back"
Where the heck is Osama at?

[HOOK]
Now I would give you news about Katrina
but you know I can′t talk about Katrina
′Cause every time I talk about Katrina
they look at me like it′s a misdemeanor
Anyways, there′s way more important stuff that we can discuss
N′SYNC makin the band and Milli Vanilli have broken up

[CHORUS]
Gas prices raises, the money keeps burning
Dropout rate rising, so what are they learning?
Sending the troops in the war so I turn it
To today′s evening news
And the world keeps turning slow (turning slow, turning slow)
As the world keeps turning slow (turning slow, turning slow)
As the world keeps on turning slow (turning slow, turning slow)
This is your evening news

@ Chamillionaire

Текст песни:

My cool is so cool, my smooth is so smooth
Whoo! Whoo! You in the presence of the... Chamillitary Mayne, Chamillitary Mayne
Let me repeat myself, you in the presence of the finest - Koopa!
The King Koopa, King Koopa, King Koopa, King Koopa
Oh, I′m feelin like Ali
I′ma always be the greatest, you can hate on me

Uh, uh, uh, I always stay on the flight, it′s just the way I′m livin
That′s what I′m doin tonight, I never say I′m chillin
Look how I get on the stage, ready to play the rhythm
While you repeating my words, huh plagiarism
A Rich Boy had to Throw Some D′s up on the ′Llac
You call it stuntin but to me it′s really more fact
Look in the seat, I know them haters wanna jack
Gotta hit ′em wit the shot, "hut" like a quarterback
John Madden, bomb madam, the car havin
You feelin like you a lumberjack in a log cabin
Feelin like you a lumberjack, Todd Davins
Look at all of the cherry wood that your boy grabbin
Yeah, and it′s the rap game Texan
Cain′t find a rapper that my stacks is less than
At least not in Texas, I know rap is stressin
Most of it is actin, I know rap is wrestlin
And you is so bam-bam-bigaloo
Lyrically killin ′em, I bam-bam with the fo′
Have a conversation with a Cham fan, it′ll show
They′ll tell you that Koopa is a mad man sent to flow (oh)
And I created a monster
Other record labels just creatin impostors
While I make that yellow stuff that′s greater than pasta
Plenty of Cheddar Cheese baby, that′s what I got for (got for)
The haters that be sayin that I never could
I′m guessing all of my music was never good
They scared of me, ask who I am, I tell ′em Suge
They scared of me, ask who I am, I tell ′em Boog-
ie monster, haunt ya, your character is terrible
Your poodle, I′m terrier, I embarrass ya
Laugh and its more stereo, tell ′em the more the merrier
You can forget the menu cause I′ma order your burial
Who the best? You can call out Koopa
Sexual seduction, tell your broad I′ll snoop her (snoop her)
Chicken noodle mayne, the car so suped up
Ladies rubbin on it like it′s Kama Sutra

It′s the King Koopa, King Koopa, King Koopa, King Koopa
Oh, I′m feelin like Ali
I′ma always be the greatest, you can hate on me

@ Chamillionaire

Текст песни:

[talking]
Mo′ money mo′, mo′ money mo′, yeah mo′ money mo′
Yeah having money, is like a relationship know I′m saying
Ery′body, always gon get in your bidness
Try to break it up, try to get involved in it
But they really, need to mind they own bidness
Money don′t do nothing, but bring you trouble
But for some reason I keep chasing you, I must be in love

[Chamillionaire]
You so bad that we getting mad, somebody that they wish they had
You′re a dime and you know you mine, flipping with you right in my slab
Relationship ain′t the same, as the others back in the past
See I tried to have someone like you, but didn′t add up to half
Cruising it with my queen, the jewels the wrist and the bling
We moving and hit the scene, the movie the flick a dream
Painting the city green, like green is the coolest thing
You′re oozing up in the jeans, we doing it as a team
I hopped in a different slab, that ain′t got the easy take
But you looking so good to them, that they told me tell me pass
Never told me slow it down, the rims keep on moving fast
When I′m driving I almost crash, when I stare at your sexy ass
The longer we stay together, your appearance is looking better
Not better off with the fellas, you gonna be mine forever
They always loving the yella′s, that′s why I nicknamed you Cheddar
But they′d better not touch ya, or better see my baretta
You′ll never leave by my side, even though they all try to take ya
Never turning on me, even though they all try to make ya
As long as you by my side, there′s nothing I couldn′t pay for
We′ll make up and never break up, I stay in love with you paper

[Hook]
Money can′t money can′t, buy me love
But she′s acting like she love me, cause I′m riding on dubs
Money can′t money can′t, buy me trust
But my money is attracted, to the backstabbers
Money bring money bring, plenty haters
It be looking so good, that I′ma prolly fall in love
Money, you bring me trouble
But I still think, I love you

[Chamillionaire]
She′s as black as a African, but they call her American
Very thin, yeah she be messing around with married men
When he comes home, she′s never asking him where he been
Cause ninety-nine percent of the time, she was right there with him
Chances of him losing her, in this life are very slim
Think money doesn′t grow on trees, you ain′t checking every limb
She gon be around for a while, she wants to marry him
She gon still survive when he dies, she′ll have to bury him
When you know you′re with a dime, they′ll treat you like you′re special
Broad that is sleep and you′re sick, because your′s left you
Bring her to the church, and the pastor says God bless you
Bring her round your boys, but be careful they gon get you
The cash in a hidden place, ironically called it safe
And you prolly leave it in the safe like it′s safe, in the realest place
I hope you gon stay awake, cause they gonna enter and break
And the safe is the first thing, that them haters gon try and take

[Hook]

[Chamillionaire]
He introduced her to his mother, his mother said that she love her
And after that he discovered, his brother done tried to cut her
They messing with one another, saw her under the covers
And now he gotta show his brother, the meaning of keep it gutter
And all I know is I love her, I mean he loves her
Tried to control his temper, as he leaned in and hugged her
Just enough to get close to her, he screamed as he shoved her
Out of the exit heard his brother scream, you′s a buster
Don′t touch her, what you better slow your roll quick
Naw matter fact back up, right now before I click-click
What′s this, told you to stop playing with me boy
Hurry up girl let′s go, you bring me trouble
She′s falling to the floor, he picked her up and he′s grabbing her
Yelling out like he′s mad at her, sounding like he′s an animal
Pulling and grabbing her, now he already damaged her
He throws her in the trunk, and the talks to her like a passenger
And that′s when uh, he hearing the tires peel
He′s speeding out of the driveway, approaching the highest hill
Everytime that you called me, I came like I served you
Even the boss I use to work for, had the nerve to
Tell me I wasn′t good enough, and didn′t deserve you
Told me I wasn′t good enough, and didn′t deserve you
I fought to keep you in my life, and this the thanks I get
Well thanks for all the good memories, I think I′m sick

[talking]
Today, we bring you breaking news
Looks like, there′s a major car accident
The forty large, of an unnamed individual
Who crashed his car, into the front entrance of a gas station
On the Northwest side of town
Although there is not much information known, about the suspect
We are told, that the assalent tried to get away on foot
And the police, are in close pursuit
The reason for the crash, may have been a loaded nine millimeter handgun
That may have accidentally been fired
We′ll give you more details as the story unfold later today, on the evening news

@ Chamillionaire

Текст песни:

You ever seen a walking unsolved mystery
Mysterious mind is why people can′t figure me
Ow ouch oops!
This lil′ pistol keeps sticking me
In the side and I
Really got tired of beef quickly
So why they keep picking me
Out to be the bad guy
But it really don′t matter nowadays
Don′t even ask why
You′re Jamie Foxx I′m Tom Cruise and in this cab ride
Elimnatin′ every perpe-hater that I pass by
′cept the only difference is all who go against Cham die
A slow rap death and the album is comin′ stand by
Jason Chucky Freddy couldn′t kill it its hard so eh! try
And then if I′m not the king of the mixtapes then you is a Cham lie

Take a look into the sky you can see its goin down tonight
(its goin′ down tonight)
Just take one look by ya side you can really see who′s down to ride
(you see who′s down to ride)
Take a look into the sky you can see its goin down tonight
(its goin′ down tonight)
If you scared then go inside
(if you scared then go inside)
If you scared then go inside and take cover cause its time to hide

I know you thought that I
Was gonna fall out the game
But you gotta give props to me cause I did what the hatas kept sayin′ I cant
And I′m all about money
Could live without the fame
But now the ladies getting HOT for me and everytime they see me they keep
Sayin′ that name (Chamillitary Mayne)
Rewind it rewind it
Forget mine mayne just keep minding your business cause you lying
You blind and simple minded
And my timing was perfect timing
I′m grinding and I′m shining like my diamonds was perfect diamonds
Went my whole underground career without recycling mine
And my past will never be the future not recycling time
I got patnas that′ll go gorilla but not the type on them vines
They repeated offenders that like to recycle they crimes
This is more than a horror flick
Go get ya boy to record it quick
Cant ignore that ya boy can spit
My weapon on and its gonna CLICK!
Clack
POW!
Who wanna hate on Chamilli now
Got revenge if you ask me how
Made it out the dirt ya′ll throw it now
The king is back

Aint a rapper that′s high as them
Higher than air or as fly as Cham
I guess I′ll be the pilot then
Move out the way cause I′m flyin′ in
Let me talk to the streets baby how you been
Grind to the end gotta grind to win
Tryin′ to stop that eh! try again
I′ll dig a hata up make him die again
And you know that

[spoken word]
You think the mixtape king worried cause he aint been on the screen
When I′m pulling up in foreign vehicles the maker of the foreign vehicle
himself hasn′t seen
I′m the rapper that don′t know the meaning of fear
That′ll whisper that get up in ya ear like cheaaaaaaaaa
Mixtape messiah 4 I′m back to get my cash
I just got 100 Gs for a show in Finland
You do the math
And my team getting money too no need to wonder folks
The kid stay with a fresh pair of Stevie Wonder locs
Discussing if I′m selling or if I′m street or who got better beats
Man stop drooling over my plate while I take this fork and I eat
Man I′m way oVerseas internationally getting pounds euros and rupees
And you back home crying like you one of my groupies
I don′t really know what you critics want from me
For me to gracefully bow out and hand you the keys to my company
Don′t argue with a hata about whether I′m dope let em think what they think
We gon′ snatch the game out from under these lames as soon as they blink
Boys must′ve got me confused because of a commercial single
Try to act like you aint see me come for revenge
Ha ha I seen you
So as we get on to the proceedings this evening
Realized that revenge is something I′ve already achieved man
The highly anticipated mixtape messiah whew!
I aint gonna tell you how much it sell but if I do
Whatever I say is true
So you gon kick it with me for a few and we gon let it do what it do
Sincerely yours
Chamillitary boy

@ Chamillionaire

Текст песни:

It seems that theres a deadly virus thats sweeping thru the urban community
The side effects can not often be seen becuz ya pockets will not turn green
Some thought that there was no vaccine, but it seems we have a cure

Chamilitary-Mayne, Get off ya coutch and go get it

Chorus
Im up early in the morning thinkin bout gettin this money
All i knoz i gotta get that paper
The hustlaz told me that i gotta go and get it
Now im gettin it the best way i kno how
I wont let you down (x9)

Verse 1
Im up early than a mother, chasin muggaz, ima hustla, then tomorrow everything is gon rewind
Only 7 dayz a week and 24 hours a day that aint enuff for me so i aint wastin time
Cuz only dreams come to sleepaz and my life aint gettin cheapa so u kno them dollar signs stay on my
mind
When they ask me where im goin i say u already knowin bout to hit the streets and go and get whats
mine
I wont let you down
Dreamz of havin finer things, ridin blazed, dreamin should, make u wanna wake up and get it in real
life and see the wood
In ya grill, if ya slippin dont grab wat ya seein, good, only place that u gon be or ever see gon be
the hood

Chorus
Im up early in the morning thinkin bout gettin this money
All i knoz i gotta get that paper
The hustlaz told me that i gotta go and get it
Now im gettin it the best way i kno how
I wont let you down (x9)

Verse 2
Boy that word aint no excuse, u kno what it mean to me it means you passin over oppurtunities
repeatedly
Write it on a piece a paper only thing i see is p, that paper paper paper chaser betta think for me
to be
Nah my services aint for free make that money multiply early in the mornin ill be gone if ya chase
wit me it aint gon be no tie
Try to explain and give em game i dont kno why i even try youd do the same if u was i but you are
you so u gon lie
Make em think that u got cash tell them ladies u got slabs only thing u get is laughs u cant even
bring down half
Of the bill thats on that tab only thing wrong wit bein broke is stayin broke and makin excuses bout
like it aint no ??

Chorus
Im up early in the morning thinkin bout gettin this money
All i knoz i gotta get that paper
The hustlaz told me that i gotta go and get it
Now im gettin it the best way i kno how
I wont let you down (x9)

Verse 3
In the hood havin nuthin wishin i was havin something i remember it like it was yesterday
They was talkin down on me and i lost a couple homies i was gettin mine while they usta play
They say i need to slow down but i aint slowin down for nuthin i dont wanna let the paper get away
So when im in the streets grinding aint no need to be cryin the best way that u can help me is to
pray
Wont let you down
Patnaz that was gettin lazy females that was acting crazy them promotaz that tried to play me
mixtape labels that didnt pay me
My old homies that aint around me dissin rappaz that came to find me major labels that didnt sign me
left all that nonsense behind me
And got paid

Chorus
Im up early in the morning thinkin bout gettin this money
All i knoz i gotta get that paper
The hustlaz told me that i gotta go and get it
Now im gettin it the best way i kno how
I wont let you down (x9)

See rich people aint gonna tell ya how to get paid
And broke people act like they the richest people in the world
Always tellin people wat money how to get money
Always spendin money they thoght they was gonna get
Buyin things they cant afford, stop makin excuses
If chronic smoke make em slepy he gon tell u he got chronic fatigue
If liquor makes him drowsy he gon say he got that gray goose disease
If women keep takin his money he gon tell ya it slipped off his sleeve
Whatever yo weakness is stop makin excuses please
You should not be in couch or in house u should be in route
If u gotta ask where then thats the reason u aint got nuttin
You don′t kno how to listen, go get it

@ Chamillionaire

Текст песни:

[Chorus: Lloyd]
At the end of the night if you′re feelin lonely
Keep me on your mind if you need some grown things
Just tell me the time and you know that I′ll be
Rollin up in my ride but nobody′s gonna see
So if you′re feelin like, you′re really lonely
I can hop in my ride, and hit up your street
I got a innocent glide, of lovin only
So just give meet me outside, and I′ll be on the creep
But you know we can {keep it on the hush, k-keep it on the hush}
I′ma {keep it on the hush, k-keep it on the hush}
I′ma {keep it on the hush, k-keep it on the hush}
I′ma {keep it on the hush, k-keep it on the hush}

[Chamillionaire]
Yeah... I pull up in the driveway it′s like the passenger pick-up
Filled your liver with liquor, your silhouette lookin thicker
You would think she a stripper how she unzippin her zipper
Rubberband full of Benjamins got me tempted to tip her
Never leavin a message for evidence when she phony
Talk is cheap so that action the only thing she can show me
If he catch you he catch you, just tell him that I′m your homie
When you see me in public look past me like you don′t know me
Conversation is chasin her, that′s as soon as he leave
Disappear when he near then I reappear like a breeze
You get caught in the process won′t hear no snitchin from me
I′ll zip my lip and I′ll lock it and we can throw away the keys, ha ha

[Chorus]

[Chamillionaire]
I hear a hello on the line, and that′s when I reply
You let her know that I′m outside waitin
Sittin real low in my ride, you know it on my side
Cause you know how some haters be hatin
Hat′s sittin low (low) Caddy′s sittin low
She ain′t been at home (home) while he lookin fo′ her
While she wit her folk (folk) act like I don′t know her
You already know (know) she do what I told her - keep it on the hush
Pullin up on them Daytons to give her what she been waitin
Four at four in the mornin she′s up and mine for the takin
Three′s a crowd but I′m lovin that crowd participation
So bring a friend if you feel her, leave her hung if she hatin

[Chorus]

[Lloyd]
Cause everywhere I go, people wanna know, who you are to me
So I tell them, you and me are good friends, when the reality is
We creepin on the hush, so keep it on the hush
Do whatever just don′t tell them about us
Keep it on the hush, we creepin on the hush
Do whatever just don′t tell them about us

[Chorus]

@ Chamillionaire

Текст песни:

Chamillitary man

[News Reporter]
Fighting broke out over-night between rival factions along the Israeli - Syrian border
Initial reports claim Israeli jet fighters bombed a guerilla base,
Killing at least 49 soldiers and 13 civillians, damage to the base is said to be heavy
And the Israeli jets are reported to have made it back to their headquaters safely
An 49 year old unidentified man went beserk last night, opening fire with a 12 gauge shotgun...

[Chamillionaire]
Leave me alone!
Terror alert, victory!
I stay droppin that bombness, Rosie O′Donnel and Donald Trump stay arguing bout nonsense
Would they treat me as good as Hugh Heffner if I had a mansion full of blonde chicks?
If adultery was a felony, then Clinton would be a convict
Put you in the same position and lets see what you′d really do
They tell me that I sold out if I execute the no snitchin rule
Sound like it was a good idea, til a murder happen to you
Dumb-stupid, or stupid-dumb, either one you dont have a clue
Voice perfect for CNN but knew Larry King wouldn′t hear it through
Bill O′Reily′s an idiot, he aint the only one with an opinion fool
E-mail this to my publicist so the media is gonna hear it too
You get on TV and get at me, then I′m gonna get on the CD and get at you

Uncle Sam says to pay your taxes, just to learn that I pay for classes
Part time hustle really aint gonna last, so todays forecast is to make more cash
Its the morning news, news news, let em know the truth, truth, truth
Its the morning news, news news, let em know the truth, truth, truth
Its the morning news

In the strip club ballin′, Bill Collecta keep callin
You aint even tryna pay your bills, he show up and you dodgin
White man ballin, black man starvin, looks like Al Sharpton found another cause to get
involved in
I cant hate to see a black man, and I dont hate to see a black hand
Crawlin into that cookie jar koz theres plenty of dough up in that man
When your black and you educated people say "You aint black man!"
May be black in your appearance but really whiter than Batman
CEO′s are like slave masters and most of them dont even know it
Their employees are like slaves, work the bill but dont even own it
Your money right but your credit aint, then the bank still wont loan it
If you′re on top and aint payin taxes then I hope you′re enjoyin your moment

Uncle Sam says to pay your taxes, just to learn that I pay for classes
Part time hustle really aint gonna last, so todays forecast is to make more cash
Its the morning news, news news, let em know the truth, truth, truth
Its the morning news, news news, let em know the truth, truth, truth
Its the morning news

Hip-hop crunk music, pikey music, slab music, sound like a nursin rhyme
Get a beat and rap to it, aint speakin with a purpose, Imma call it crap music
Y′all got your boys gettin mad, my bad lets get back to it
Cigarettes are still causin cancer, and chronic smoke′ll still get you high
In the streets or in the store, know a couple dollars wont get you by
Truth is a Paris Hilton jail cover story could never flop
For that sexy mug-shot I could get a million dollars a pop
Even Michaels in the media, they like to make examples of people just like you
Get involved and I bet the indite you, goto jail and I bet they dont write you
Yea, you aint got a college degree then they′ll say you′re not intelligent
And if your class aint Upper Class, then your opinion is irrelevant

Uncle Sam says to pay your taxes, just to learn that I pay for classes
Part time hustle really aint gonna last, so todays forecast is to make more cash
Its the morning news, news news, let em know the truth, truth, truth
Its the morning news, news news, let em know the truth, truth, truth
Its the morning news

The world is crazy, evey day I gotta wake up to this nonsense
Silly rappers think I′m worried about a punch-line
I show more purpose than your whole career in one line
Victory

@ Chamillionaire

Текст песни:

[Intro - Chamillionaire - talking]
(All around the world), yeah
(All around the world), yeah
(All around the world), uh
(This goes out to girls all around the world), let′s go
(All around the world), woo!
(All around the world), I like that
(All around the world), let me set the scenery real quick, cheah
(This goes out to girls all around the world)

[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire - rapping]
Black watch, black shirt, starin through my locs (locs)
Lookin at you lookin like you know I′m goin to approach (approach)
We could do a uh, well we could do a toast
While you sit across the table tryin to figure out my gross (gross)
You out your mind, if you ain′t mind makin (mind makin)
′Cause I ain′t got the time for time takin (time takin)
Money doesn′t grow on trees but I′m thinkin (but I′m thinkin)
You ain′t never seen the millions I′m rakin (millions I′m rakin)
In, get a garbage bag
I be talkin trash, let me throw away my swag (let me throw away my swag)
I be talkin math baby, they be talkin half (half)
I be talkin yacht language, they be talkin raft (raft)
Where you want to fly? Give you wings like Red Bull (Red Bull)
We′ll be flyin on the jet skies like Jet Blue
You freaky I could probably give your knees a schedule
You freaky I could probably give your weave it′s next pull (woo!)
And I got plenty of sky miles (sky miles)
The four is goin to come after the G, when I′m out (when I′m out)
And she already knowin what I′m ′bout (I′m ′bout)
The paper boy, it′s only G′s on my route
If you want to (want to), then we can do whatever (′ever)
Whatever is clever or whatever is never (never)
Whatever is green, baby whatever is yellow
That′s whatever is G′s (cheese), whatever is chedder
I promise the card ain′t got a maximum (maximum)
Stacks with ′em, so he goin to have the straps with ′em (straps with ′em)
They be like you look exactly like it′s him (it′s him)
Car dashin/Kardashian, it looks exactly like a Kim (like a Kim)
I′m in a zone, she ask "can she hold me?" (hold me)
I won′t let her, I′m just tryin to score like Kobe (score like Kobe)
And you just tryin to block like goalie (block like goalie)
But I′m a give her D like my first name Moby (first name Moby)

[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
(All around the world, girls all around the world), haha, get ′em
(This goes out to girls all around the world), yeah
(All around the world, girls all around the world), get ′em
(This goes out to girls all around the world), all around the world
(All around the world, all, all around the world), get her
(This goes out to girls all around the world), know what I′m talkin ′bout?? Yeah
(All around the world, all, all around the world)
I know they be tryin to talk about my singing, but (get her)
(This goes out to girls all around the world), let me do it, let′s go

[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire - singing]
I used to not know why haters would try so hard to hate (why they hatin baby?)
Until I moved up from Ramen Noodles to shrimp and steak
Ewww (I know you like that steak)
Girl (filet mignon)
You can order what you like (haha, it′s on me)
You can order what you like (haha, it′s on me baby)
′Cause we′ll be on a yacht, starin at white beaches and waves (that′s what I′m talkin about)
And you′ll be tannin topless tellin me you′re feelin great
Ewww (you′re feelin great baby)
Girl, I′m a help you clear your mind
I′m a help you clear your mind (Chamillitary mayne)

[Verse 3 - Chamillionaire - rapping]
Uh, yeah
She said "Hakeem, we should pause for a quick flick"
Seen my jewels, I remind her of Slick Rick
Dough that′ll grow like we heatin up biscuits
Chamill got a mil that′s as cheesy as it gets (I don′t get it)
Cheddar, Velveeta with the money
I don′t break a sweat baby, even if it′s sunny
Ladies they love me, I′m Fresh like Doug E.
I hated being broke so I made money my buddy (haha)
I promise I don′t say it just to spit it (spit it)
Go to Saint Martin and tell ′em I already did it (did it)
French or the Dutch side, tell me if you with it (with it)
Cook like the Curry goin be finished in a minute
Steak′s so large, she goin to say she want to split it (split it)
Passport fool, you would think I run the city (city)
Put me on the stand, I′m like "ah, damn (ah, damn)
I promise there′s a witness that saw me gettin in that - pool
Yeah, the Thrilla in Manila (woo)
Thrilla in Manila, naw I′m trilla than Manila
We could catch a flight, maybe we can get a dinner
While I′m bumpin that "Trilla", while I feel ya in the villa (villa)
Business man, do whatever stop no ma′am
BlackBerry′s near, always lookin for mo′ grands
Ronald Isley is the sound of the slow jam
If sex is a weapon, then I′m ready to go BLAM! (hah)
Get a two day tan
′Cause the other two days, me and you stay in
Turn backwards like Kriss and them used to do they pants
Your homegirl just mad, ′cause her dude ain′t Cham
The kid goin to prevail when it come to the skills
Like LL "I be doin it and doin it well"
But right now when I do it, I don′t do it for sales (oh yeah?)
When I do what I be doin, I just do it for self (haha)

[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
All around the world, girls all around the world
This goes out to girls all around the world
All around the world, girls all around the world
This goes out to girls all around the world
All around the world, all, all around the world
This goes out to girls all around the world
All around the world, all, all around the world
This goes out to girls all around the world

[Outro - Chamillionaire - talking over the Chorus]
Yeah, we in Dubai on a peninsula baby
Not an island, a peninsula
An island is completely surrounded by water
and a peninsula is almost all the way surrounded by water
Haha, we do it big like that
Hugh Hefner′s next door too
What up Hef?

@ Chamillionaire