[Intro - Chamillionaire - Ch-ch-cheah, your into your boy the Chamillionator Cause I stay 'em Know what I'm 'bout? Messiah Part 2 go
"Hey" - [repeated 7X the Intro]
1 - Chamillionaire] This is why I'm hot little (woo) This is why I'm hot lady (Chamillitary mayne) This is why I'm hot (This is why I'm hot) - is why I'm hot baby (Tell 'em why) Cause I'm the king of I'm the of mixtapes
[Verse 1 - (woo), lookin right at the grim reaper like I don't need the support of ya The kid standin in the is the coroner I hear the and I murder it with the 40 of caliber, that's when all askin you, what you recordin for? I can't that these boys soundin horrible The rap game full of clowns like a (woo) callin me, I'm somewhere over the water bro Floatin on a boat, like a logo on a (woo) We like to blaze, the fire of what you wanted, She Just Blaze like the I got under the Acapella got 'em baggin down in Florida Go on put somethin in the air LaGuardia (yeah) Smoke one for the and peace is how their sleep Beef is be, but with me your just dead meat (yeah) Trust me bad for ya (yeah), kinda like red meat (meat) Playin me homie, I promise you'll get beat (beat) I'm on my grind, the album out next (week) They gonna be silent, me when the Feds speak punish 'em dozen, I got a ton of 'em Lovin in, not in with 'em, really not here to cuddle hun But I'll come, I'm just back and say I'm troublesome But I'm way more than some trouble, I'm son If his name's Terminator, I'm one (other one) He got one, assume who got the other gun Bring it to life, the dead Not buyin, cryin, make a record instead I swear y'all rappers really hurtin my head But my paper stop and you ain't hurtin my bread I ain't worried about a snitch ever the Feds Take it to the old school go and it like Red (haha) Take it to the Pro Tools if you somethin I said That you you can do better but prepare to be bled The grinders on the east, be the C They be like what up Kid? Like the name was You know the sayin, the is you get what you see They see that I'm paid but they can't use they on me (haha) So broke is what a hater is accustomed to be Boys like the pager that's stuck under the seat Yeah, but you could miss me with thirty versus another coast At dinner with Nas and Kelis, like here's another Cause we hot as the rotisserie on the roast (roast) Keep it trill and gettin paid is what I love the I got a new Lincoln, that top is gettin air (time) So they call it Lincoln Airlines Chamillitary's the click (click) and isn't I'm too (too good), they can't see the flow, (no) ... air rhymes So go on let a turn up the oxygen in the paint for the score, better box me in (for the score, box me in, woo) Flawless victory, won't settle for a win If you took me out, you gotta put me in top again And I ain't talkin 'bout partner Talkin 'bout the spot you got as my space
[Break - - talking] in the building They like show me what ya got (better show me ya got) I'm like, hey we a lot (hey we cockin a lot) Chamillitary niggaz run the (Chamillitary mayne)
"Hey" -
[Verse 2 - Uh huh, do it like a Texas nigga though Know what I'm sayin? If you on top watch your spot and I don't care about the in my district (uh uh) I'm goin for the big fish and I did shit, put a few tapes out This beat got room Cham? (huh), your boy fittin to space out (woo) My flow proven, you lose and I out (yeah) That's real talk, I go like a stakeout (naw) Who got beef? Shit, I make outta niggaz the real, bring the fake outta nigga (yeah) Stomp his ice cream, I make shakes outta Oh yeah, the crack, spit weight 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 wait for them niggaz Too bad, they said you was fittin to blow, so I Who gassed, you the up, I'm not for the dumb stuff Them thangs have you leanin like the back of a truck (fall back) Pump what, 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 I stand nigga
"Hey" - 7X during the Break]
- Famous - talking] 2-1-0, San Anton' Texas in the building Northwest boy, fun, yeah,
[Chorus 2 - Famous - Now show me 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) tell 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 y'all 'Tone don't run I'm so hot, I'm so cold, me frozen sun Up in NY, boys like frozen son (what you tell 'em man) And I'm the one And that's not to mention all the flows done And let me get to talkin 'bout the hoes I've run through, who you to be I'm right back on top, 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 grill, watch your lip little niglet Haha, yeah, me what it is Famous in this bitch, tried to 'em I'm the shit (tried to told 'em) I told 'em about back a summer ago 210 on my arm, you where I'm comin from San Anton' on the motherfuckin map man better believe it