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You hear a lot of music but boring
You hear a lot of flows but enjoy 'em
You hear a lot of albums and you
But the truth is back, now they say you been

we ain't really seen you out performing
You up in the streets, you're hot, you're boiling
Chamillitary click is the click wanting
You know OG Ron C gon' screw it for them

A lot of DJ's didn't wanna with the kid
But like dancers love to strip, they back up on my dick
And of course, maybe because of the fact that I'm rich
And the diamonds up on my wrist like a package of piss

Looked like they pissed in a ice cube
Put it in the so by the next day
They could put it on my so that I could display
Yellow ice like butter but it isn't parquet

Hey, well, let me tell you how I did it
Stepped up the mix and put 'em in every city man
'em Greyhound, in every other city and
Wallet the of Guerilla Black's or Biggie's hand, baby, baby

And I got mo' to do, dog that's true, y'all
Chamillitary is the click, if that's what you
Yellow, green, red white and my new jaw
out the paint, same colors cover my new car

When it come to getting fed, I'm the baker with the
Know exactly what they said, voices ain't in my head
Get back up in the so the rumors can be dead
I'm the rapper that they dread, like Lil' Wayne's head

Bumba claat watch, now me, I'm the one to watch
One with a lot of cubes and a bunch of blocks
And the watch and them girls be coming out
The closet with a friend, meet her I wanna watch

Chamillion-ator's on the way who saving the day
After the math I bust a rhyme, after you pay
Niggaz say they songs jamming, that's just what they say
Like Part 2 of that Kelly song, end up being gay

But it Weezy, it ain't even B.G
Because how much I push the cash money, they don't me
on the DVD and the CD
Don't watch me, homeboy, TV

Head rest, 7.5
You trying to see me shine, you could carry on
Haters hate and that's the reason I carry one
Make a home run and run home, Barry Bonds

Yeah, I got 'em shook in a
Ron of rap, look at me now
Single handedly, the suckers up in the crowd
to your lip you'll get whipped, while they kicking me out

Ouch 'cause that looked it hurt
And the worst part about it, is it looks the dirt
Getting with your shirt become one with the turf
As I watch you fall down and you just what you worth

You no good, rotten scoundrel
I these hoes, like promoters out of town do
I get mail, like in the color brown do
Chamillion you're the best, nobody out sound you

Chad to Pharrell, I'm the star on the track
at my diamonds and see how many broads they attract
And it's true in the studio, they on my balls and my
Say it's a hit, before Chamillionaire even start on a

I pull up in motion, like my car on a flat
Trunk going up, like that you saw on a map
I wear the multi-colors now but that's of the fact
That I stay throwing up the rocks, like the Carter was

the Roc, psyche nigga it's not
But it's prolly a sized bullet, up in it's pop
Sorry mayn, I forgot, to put the on lock
But forget the underground, lock it up for my spot
I'm and I'm too hot

You a lot of music but it's boring
You hear a lot of flows but enjoy 'em
You a lot of albums and you snoring
But the truth is back, now say where you been

'Cause we ain't really seen you out
You back up in the streets, you hot, boiling
Chamillitary click is the they wanting
You know that OG Ron C gon' it for them