[Intro - Chamillionaire - Ch-ch-cheah, your tuned into boy the Chamillionator Cause I killin 'em what I'm talkin 'bout? Mixtape Part 2 go
"Hey" - [repeated 7X the Intro]
[Chorus 1 - This is why I'm hot little (woo) This is why I'm hot little (Chamillitary mayne) is why I'm hot shorty (This is why I'm hot) - This is why I'm hot (Tell 'em why) Cause I'm the king of I'm the of mixtapes
[Verse 1 - Yeah (woo), lookin right at the grim like I don't need the support of ya The kid standin in the booth is the I the track and I murder it with the 40 of caliber, that's when they all askin you, you recordin for? I can't stand that these boys horrible The rap full of clowns like a carnival (woo) Your me, I'm somewhere over the water bro on a boat, like a logo on a Nautica (woo) We like to blaze, the fire of what you wanted, She Blaze like the producer I got under the Acapella got 'em baggin good in Florida Go on put somethin in the air LaGuardia (yeah) Smoke one for the decease and is how their sleep Beef is gonna be, but with me your just meat (yeah) Trust me it's bad for ya (yeah), kinda red meat (meat) with me homie, I promise you'll get beat (beat) I'm on my grind, the album out week (week) They gonna be silent, like me when the speak punish 'em dozen, I got a ton of 'em Lovin in, not in love 'em, really not here to cuddle hun But I'll come, I'm just back and they say I'm But I'm way than some trouble, I'm double son If his Terminator, I'm other one (other one) He got one, just who got the other gun it to life, resurrectin the dead Not buyin, stop cryin, a record instead I that y'all rappers really hurtin my head But my paper don't stop and you ain't hurtin my I ain't worried a snitch ever alertin the Feds it to the old school go and learn it like Red (haha) Take it to the Pro Tools if you heard somethin I That you think you can do but prepare to be bled The on the east, be respectin the C They be what up Kid? Like the name was Capri You know the sayin, the is you get what you see They see that I'm paid but they use they vision on me (haha) So bein is what a hater is accustomed to be reachin like the pager that's stuck under the seat Yeah, but you could miss me with that versus another coast At dinner with Nas and Kelis, like here's toast Cause we hot as the on the oven roast (roast) Keep it trill and gettin is what I love the most I got a new Lincoln, that top is air time (time) So they it Lincoln Continental Airlines Chamillitary's the click (click) and fair I'm too good (too good), can't see the flow, (no) ... air rhymes So go on let a turn up the oxygen Backin in the paint for the score, box me in (for the score, box me in, woo) Flawless victory, won't for a sloppy win If you took me out, you gotta put me in your top And I ain't talkin 'bout myspace Talkin 'bout the spot you got as my space
[Break - - talking] in the building They like me what ya got (better show me what ya got) I'm like, hey we cocked a lot (hey we a lot) niggaz run the spot (Chamillitary mayne)
"Hey" -
[Verse 2 - Uh huh, I'ma do it like a Texas though what I'm sayin? Chamillitary If you on top watch your spot and I don't care the guppies in my district (uh uh) I'm goin for the big fish and I ain't did shit, put a few out This beat got some room (huh), your boy fittin to space out (woo) My proven, you lose and I raised out (yeah) real talk, I go long like a stakeout (naw) Who got Shit, I make steaks outta niggaz Watch the real, bring the fake outta (yeah) Stomp his ice cream, I make shakes outta Oh yeah, the flow crack, spit for the figures Now I'm so impatient, can't wait for the So I'm on the highway, pushin for the figures Nigga, I can't wait for niggaz Too bad, they said you was fittin to blow, so I Who gassed, you the fucked up, I'm not for the dumb Them have you leanin like the back of a dump truck (fall back) what, I'ma grown ass man nigga I give a fuck if you rap, I ain't a fan (I ain't a fan) I give a if you clap, I never ran nigga (never ran) So I tell 'em where I'm at is I stand nigga
"Hey" - [repeated 7X the Break]
[Break - Famous - 2-1-0, San Anton' Texas in the motherfuckin Northwest boy, fun, yeah,
2 - Famous - talking] Now show me what ya got (now show me ya got) ([Chamillionaire:] Fam show 'em ya got) Yeah, we a lot (haha, yeah) If they ain't run the Famous, haha, it's too man Run the spot boy (too man) I'ma tell the though Two ten, uh Yeah, uh
"Hey" - 7X during the Chorus]
3 - Famous] The 'Tone don't run, I'll tell boys again y'all 'Tone don't run I'm so hot, I'm so cold, me frozen sun Up in NY, like your frozen son (what you tell 'em man) And I'm the one And that's not to mention all the flows done And don't let me get to talkin 'bout the hoes run through, who you to be I'm right on top, where I'm 'posed to be Them ho niggaz me hangin like a poster be But naw, I'm in the mix for 2K6 Put that Jacob to your grill, watch lip little niglet Haha, yeah, show me it is Famous in this bitch, tried to told 'em I'm the shit (tried to 'em) I told 'em about back a summer ago 210 on my arm, show you where I'm from San Anton' Texas on the map man better believe it