[Intro - Chamillionaire - Ch-ch-cheah, tuned into your boy the Chamillionator Cause I killin 'em Know I'm talkin 'bout? Mixtape Messiah 2 go
"Hey" - 7X during the Intro]
1 - Chamillionaire] 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) - is why I'm hot baby (Tell 'em why) Cause I'm the king of I'm the king of
[Verse 1 - Yeah (woo), lookin right at the grim reaper like I need the support of ya The kid in the booth is the coroner I hear the and I murder it with the 40 of caliber, that's when they all you, what you recordin for? I can't stand that these soundin horrible The rap game 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 to blaze, the fire of what you wanted, yeah She Just Blaze the producer I got under the got 'em baggin good down in Florida Go on put somethin in the air like (yeah) Smoke one for the decease and peace is how their Beef is gonna be, but with me your just dead (yeah) me it's bad for ya (yeah), kinda like red meat (meat) Playin with me homie, I you'll get beat (beat) I'm on my grind, the album out week (week) They gonna be silent, me when the Feds speak Gotta 'em dozen, I got a ton of 'em Lovin in, not in love with 'em, really not to cuddle hun But come, I'm just back and they say I'm troublesome But I'm way than some trouble, I'm double son If his name's Terminator, I'm one (other one) He got one, just who got the other gun Bring it to life, resurrectin the Not buyin, stop cryin, make a record I swear that y'all rappers really hurtin my But my don't stop and you ain't hurtin my bread I worried about a snitch ever alertin the Feds Take it to the old go and learn it like Red (haha) Take it to the Pro Tools if you heard I said That you think you can do better but to be bled The on the east, be respectin the C They be like what up Kid? the name was Capri You know the sayin, the sayin is you get 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 that's under the seat Yeah, but you could miss me with that thirty versus another At dinner with Nas and Kelis, like here's toast Cause we hot as the rotisserie on the oven (roast) Keep it trill and gettin paid is what I the most I got a new Lincoln, top is gettin air time (time) So they it Lincoln Continental Airlines Chamillitary's the click (click) and fair I'm too (too good), they 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, settle for a sloppy win If you me out, you gotta put me in your top again 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) Chamillitary niggaz run the (Chamillitary mayne)
"Hey" -
[Verse 2 - Uh huh, I'ma do it like a nigga though Know what I'm sayin? If you on top your spot and I don't care about the guppies in my district (uh uh) I'm goin for the big fish and I did shit, put a few tapes out This beat got some room Cham? (huh), boy fittin to space out (woo) My flow proven, you and I raised out (yeah) That's real talk, I go long like a (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 flow crack, spit weight for the Now I'm so impatient, can't wait for the So I'm on the highway, pushin weight for the Nigga, I can't wait for them Too bad, they you was fittin to blow, so I laughed Who gassed, you the up, I'm not for the dumb stuff Them thangs you leanin like the back of a dump truck (fall back) Pump what, I'ma ass man nigga I give a fuck if you rap, I ain't a fan nigga (I a fan) I give a if you clap, I never ran nigga (never ran) So I tell 'em I'm at is where I stand nigga
"Hey" - [repeated 7X during the
[Break - - talking] 2-1-0, San Anton' Texas in the motherfuckin boy, fun, yeah, fuck
[Chorus 2 - Famous - Now show me what ya got (now me what ya got) ([Chamillionaire:] Fam 'em what ya got) Yeah, we a lot (haha, yeah) If ain't 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" - 7X during 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, call me sun Up in NY, boys like frozen son (what you tell 'em man) And I'm the one And that's not to all the flows I've done And don't let me get to talkin the hoes I've 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 to your grill, watch your lip little niglet Haha, yeah, show me 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, show you where I'm from San Anton' Texas on the motherfuckin map man believe it