[Intro - Chamillionaire - Ch-ch-cheah, your into your boy the Chamillionator I stay killin 'em Know what I'm 'bout? Mixtape Messiah 2 go
"Hey" - [repeated 7X during the
[Chorus 1 - This is why I'm hot mama (woo) This is why I'm hot little (Chamillitary mayne) This is why I'm hot (This is why I'm hot) - This is why I'm hot (Tell 'em why) I'm the king of mixtapes I'm the of mixtapes
[Verse 1 - Yeah (woo), lookin right at the reaper like I don't need the support of ya The kid standin in the booth is the I hear the and I murder it with the 40 of caliber, that's they all askin you, what you recordin for? I can't stand these boys soundin horrible The rap game of clowns like a carnival (woo) Your callin me, I'm somewhere over the bro Floatin on a boat, a logo on a Nautica (woo) We like to blaze, the of what you wanted, yeah She Just 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 and peace is how their sleep is gonna be, but with me your just dead meat (yeah) Trust me it's bad for ya (yeah), like red meat (meat) Playin with me homie, I promise get beat (beat) I'm on my grind, the out next week (week) They gonna be silent, like me when the Feds punish 'em dozen, I got a ton of 'em Lovin in, not in love with 'em, not here to cuddle hun But I'll come, I'm back and they say I'm troublesome But I'm way more some trouble, I'm double son If his name's Terminator, I'm one (other one) He got one, just assume who got the gun it to life, resurrectin the dead Not buyin, stop cryin, a record instead I swear that y'all really hurtin my head But my don't stop and you ain't hurtin my bread I worried about 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 I said you think you can do better but prepare to be bled The on the east, be respectin the C They be like what up Kid? the name was Capri You the sayin, the sayin is you get what you see They see that I'm but they can't use they vision on me (haha) So bein broke is what a is accustomed to be Boys reachin like the pager 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 rotisserie on the oven (roast) Keep it and gettin paid is what I love the most I got a new Lincoln, top is gettin air time (time) So they it Lincoln Continental Airlines Chamillitary's the (click) and isn't fair I'm too good (too good), can't see the flow, (no) ... air rhymes So go on let a player turn up the Backin in the paint for the score, box me in (for the score, box me in, woo) victory, won't settle for a sloppy win If you took me out, you gotta put me in top again And I ain't talkin 'bout myspace Talkin 'bout the spot you got as my partner
[Break - Famous - Texas in the They show me what ya got (better show me what ya got) I'm like, hey we a lot (hey we cockin a lot) niggaz run the spot (Chamillitary mayne)
"Hey" -
[Verse 2 - Uh huh, I'ma do it like a nigga though Know what I'm 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 got some room Cham? (huh), your boy fittin to space out (woo) My flow proven, you and I raised out (yeah) That's talk, I go long like a stakeout (naw) Who got beef? Shit, I make steaks outta Watch the real, bring the outta nigga (yeah) his ice cream, I make shakes outta niggaz Oh yeah, the flow crack, weight for the figures Now I'm so impatient, can't for the figures So I'm on the highway, pushin weight for the Nigga, I can't wait for them Too bad, said you was fittin to blow, so I laughed Who gassed, you the fucked up, I'm not for the dumb Them thangs have you 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 a fuck if you clap, I never ran nigga (never ran) So I tell 'em where I'm at is where I nigga
"Hey" - [repeated 7X during the
- Famous - talking] 2-1-0, San Anton' Texas in the motherfuckin boy, fun, yeah, fuck
[Chorus 2 - - talking] Now me what ya got (now show me what ya got) ([Chamillionaire:] Fam show 'em ya got) Yeah, we a lot (haha, yeah) If they run the spot Famous, haha, it's too man Run the spot boy (too man) I'ma the world though Two ten, uh Yeah, uh
"Hey" - [repeated 7X the Chorus]
3 - Famous] The 'Tone don't run, I'll tell these boys again y'all 'Tone run I'm so hot, I'm so cold, me frozen sun Up in NY, boys your frozen son (what you tell 'em man) And I'm the one And that's not to mention all the I've done And don't let me get to talkin 'bout the I've run through, who you to be I'm right back on top, where I'm 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 your lip niglet Haha, yeah, me what it is Famous in this bitch, tried to told 'em I'm the shit (tried to 'em) I 'em about back like a summer ago 210 on my arm, you where I'm comin from San Anton' on the motherfuckin map man better believe it