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mokokocu2 · 28-05-2008, 22:32

Chamillionaire - Grown And Sexy

Gönderen : yakamoz..

Intro:
Uh huh... Yeaah
It's yours truly
Houston's own Chamillionaire
Holdin it down for the playa who dont believe in love at first sight (Love at first sight)
But the playa that believe that he can git loven the first night (First night)
Thats right (Thats right)
So before I git to discussion what type of eye candy I need
Or what type of visual stimulation she needs to be able to achieve
There's somethin special aboutchu that aint hard to see

Chorus:
Grown and Sexy
From ya head down to ya toes ya know you fine (ya know ya fine)
Got that perfect face a perfect shape and perfect smile (a perfect smile)
But soon as ya turned around (Turned around)
There's somethin that I realized (Yeah)
You looked better from behind (You look better from behind)
Grown and Sexy

Verse 1:
From the moment ya flashed ya teeth
I knew that we had to meet
Ya face was the mona lisa, ya ass was a masta'piece
Asked you if you was married
and thats when ya answered 'No.I asked if you had a nigga
and thats when ya said 'Fo' sho.' (So)
I didnt care As you walked away I would stare
Atcha bottom, in apple bottoms
Ya waist was shaped like a pear
Really round at the bottom, a little thinna up there
So insteada lettin ya leave I pursued ya
Just like the playa
That I am (and damn)
Couldnt help but to help myself
To a helpin cause I smelled some perfume that could make me melt
And ya shoulda seen my demeaner I had to control myself
Approachin you from the rear as I tap you right on ya' belt
And ya tried to looked suprised
like ya didnt know I was right behind ya
But I could tell by ya smile ya was waitin on me to find ya
Mess with my thought a bit
you was playin hard to git
You dont wanna look like a freak and pretend its hard to hit

Chorus:

Verse 2:
Lets give a toast
to the ladies that look better up close
That look better by the behind
And better when you approach
Ya try ya best to git up close
until ya smellin her soap& is so lovely ladies
from coast to coast
git in bed and she dont
not an 8 and not a 9 rate you more than just a dime
bentley steerin-wheel body cause you look better from behind
Grippen around ya waist
turn it like im just tryin to git a better view
Cause god must abeen workin hard
When he asembled you
Im tryint to test-dirve ya rear and ya shaken
Im power stearin ya wasit nI see ya rearers are shaken
If ya think I couldnt handle it then ya really mistakin
No one here to keep you near
Then you here for the taken
Im still waiten
For you to give me one good reason
Why you couldnt leave him speedin off with some good breezin
Ya neva spend another cold night in some hood freezin
But posted up by sand and water during some good season

Chorus:

Outro:
Had to tell ya that I'm really feelin your style
Saw ya walkin by and couldnt letcha pass
Gotta tell ya that I'm eally feelin your smile
But even better is the beauty of ya ass
Staren right into the beautiy of ya profile
There's something that I gotta ask
Can ya let me (Let me...) let me view ya beauty from the back

Chrous:

Chamillionaire:

mokokocu2 · 28-05-2008, 22:33

Chamillionaire - Hip-Hop Police

Gönderen : yakamoz..

[Intro]:
Go, Go , Go , Go , Go , Go
Keep runnin' homie
Go, Go , Go , Go , Go , Go
They on the trail
Go, Go , Go , Go , Go , Go
Keep runnin' homie
Go, Go , Go , Go , Go , Go
They on the trail

[Chorus]:
With so much drama in the industry
Hip Hop Police are listening
Be careful or you'll be history
Looks like another unsolved mystery
It's murda, murda, murda
Ah it's murda, murda, murda
Yeah it's murda, murda murda
Somebody tell em it's murda
Murder was the case and they blamed me

[Verse 1]:
Officer I didn't do it, you can't blame me for this
Could you please loosen up the handcuffs on my wrists?
You can call me what you wanna but mayne I ain't a snitch
No cooperation is exactly what you would get
Til I talk til my lawyer, you get no reply
(You've obviously been watching too much CSI
I'm not a crash dummy so don't even try
To talk your dirty trash to me, no BFI
If you are not guilty of anything, then why did you run?)
Cause you the police and plus I saw you cocking your gun
And the chamber wasn't empty, it was obviously one
(If you think I'm believing that one, your obviously dumb)
Huh? (I know that you heard the sirens, you dived in
To the vehicle you was driving and ridin
A+nd you shouldn't be whining about abidin+
By the law, nah it's obvious your lying)

Chamillionaire [Chorus]:
With so much drama in the industry
Hip Hop Police are listening
Be careful or you'll be history
Looks like another unsolved mystery
It's murda, murda, murda
Ah it's murda, murda, murda
Yeah it's murda, murda murda
Somebody tell em it's murda
Murder was the case and they blamed me

[Verse 2]:
(Stop lying to me boy, it'd be best you confess
I can smell the BS on the scent of your breath
Saw the ??? while I was inspecting your deck
Saw that you was ridin dirty when I looked at the rest
Who is this guy Busta? Who is this guy Snoop?
Who is his other friend who's wearing the sky blue?
[ Hip-hop Police lyrics found on

Look at this pic here, he standing beside you
Tell me his name now, I heard he was piru
Confiscated the CD's at one of your homes
For evidence ever since we heard some of your songs
What about this Pimp guy, he was on one of your songs
I coulda sworn he said he had a pocket full of stones
Am I wrong?) Hell yeah, I don't know who that is
I don't know no Pimp C, all I know is I'm rich
And I'ma bond like James, bet I be out here quick
Man (You ain't getting out of here, you must think that your slick
In the car we confiscated The Chronic and The Clipse
Diary that you had and all your Blueprints
On the Death Row booklet, we found your two prints
Your thumb and your index, the judge will love this)

[Chorus 2]:
With so much drama in the industry
Hip Hop Police are listening
Be careful or you'll be history
Looks like another unsolved mystery
It's murda (It's a bloody murder)
Ah it's murda (It's a bloody murder)
Yeah it's murda (It's a bloody murder)
Somebody tell 'em it's murda
+Murder was the case and they blamed me+

[Verse 3]:

(And you can see your screwed as the evidence pours in
The witness to the crime was at 3 in the morning
Gave us a description so we picked up your boy and
You'll get a lighter sentence if you put the crime on him
[A big celebrity, a case we long for
You a pirate, Why you got that eyepatch on for?
Funny (Puttin people in a hurse what I heard for
Where were you the night of April 21st son?]
Home [?Son, I think that you got your facts wrong, gats on you
Chamillionaire, Rob, Chuck,? Couple cats on Melview]
What? [We gonna have to jail you too
In the line-up, don't speak until we tell you to
This the person who jimmed your lock, sir?]
+Well he's dark, Kinda looked like him, I'm not sure+
?Fail into nail? cause a cell ?it's another?
Leave, I see an unmarked tail ?in the glover?
Hit the Bodega, not no more game
This chick used to be all nice, acting all strange
Like she was gonna get it, pathetic
I sell in court now they all apologetic

[Chorus]:
With so much drama in the industry
Hip Hop Police are listening
Be careful or you'll be history
Looks like another unsolved mystery
It's murda, murda, murda
Ah it's murda, murda, murda
Yeah it's murda, murda murda
Somebody tell em it's murda
Murder was the case and they blamed me

mokokocu2 · 28-05-2008, 22:33

Chamillionaire - In The Trunk

Gönderen : yakamoz..

This, is, the-the sound of revenge
You in the presence of the finest
Chamillitary mayne! This for the streets
Let's give 'em somethin they can bump (innnn the trunk)
At this point you should be turnin your speakers up
Turn your speakers up - Chamillionaire man!
Let it bump, it's a southern thing
Ha ha, Chamillitary mayne! (innnn the trunk)

I heard somebody say that the South ain't got no lyricists
Well 'bang bang' at the game like everyone down here is pissed
You lookin for the truth then look no further, here it is
Turn it up a notch so they can not say they not hearin this
They say Chamill is sick, click click, here's a clip
'Bang bang' at the rap game to make your spirits lift
And it seems to me the industry is all on Jigga's dick
Who? You, you, you, and you nigga - pick a click
Universal sent me to bring some realness to the industry
Got here, then I realized that ain't nobody real but me
Okay, a couple niggaz but none of 'em real as me
Tell your favorite rapper he should diss me if he disagree
my bad I'm actin like your favorite rapper isn't me
Tell your second favorite whose the best and show 'em a picture of me
He'd have to take me out to prove that he's as sick as me
So me verse me, the only battle that y'all gonna get to see
I'm plainly sayin what I'm sayin to make these haters mad
Perpetratin hatin ass, see me ridin candy slab
Disbelieve his ass, how many vehicles can he have?
I be losin count myself and I ain't even that bad at math
That's how we do it in Texas, poppin trunk and grippin wood
We reply to threats (how?) Nigga, I wish you would
You can keep on talking, but that's only if you could
Gotta turn my speakers up, can you hear 'em now? (No) Good!

Ain't runnin from a thang, cause I ain't never been a punk
Drama ain't a thang, cause I can bring it if they want
I'ma let it bang, so they can feel it in the (innnn the trunk)
You bout it wit'cha game, decide your rep and throw it up
What you tryin to drank, cause I'ma bout to get you drunk
Keep it pimpin mayne, so they can feel it in the (innnn the trunk)

This for the street niggaz knowin they gotta pee in a cup
Know your peace officer tossin ya when he see the results
This for the G's, hate is what you see in the scope
Gauge gonna get sprayed like it's Raid when you see him approach
Tell you ahead of time, solo I can handle mine
You ain't too smart but play the part like you a pantomime
But you don't have a nine, I'll show you I hammer mine
Time to make you do the Running Man like it's Hammer Time
Shout out to the west and all my gangstas pack heat up
Actin up and pack enough heat to make you back it up
The hoes back it up, soon as they hear the back of the trunk
Now I'ma stock like New York slang (What you mean?) That's what;s up
Money stack it up when they feel they have enough
Get the chips and add 'em up, then she givin that to us
Don't put all that in cuffs, treat your money like a slut
Niggaz better share, hell yeah, cause I just wanna cut
A hater gettin cut, someone gon' get hurt (hurt)
Especially if you met me and was disrespect turf (turf)
(Houston, Texas) I'm the worst, ice looking like sherbert
Bouncin off my chest, you're starin at it like a pervert
Mixtape god, don't hate me, go to church first (why?)
Might as well since all the rappers wearin church shirts
Better think ahead of time, call yourself a nurse (nurse!)
Diss me in your second and you won't get to finish your third verse

You in the presence of the finest
The game is full of fakes, all these rappin niggaz front (front)
_Controversy Sells_, the industry givin 'em what they want (want)
See he ain't gangsta as he say, that's why they dress 'em up
Get a vest, a plastic gun and go pull a publicity stunt
Hoe act like she slow, don't know that I'm rich
And ignore the handles missing from the do's of my whip
But then she saw me on TV and told me pause for a flick
(What you tell her?) You can "106 & Park" on my dick (on my dick)
Can't speak about Texas and not mention me
Cause the world gon' have to see the truth come out eventually
I'll rip any gimmick rapper out from A to Z
934-829 to the 2 if you still disagree
We never marry a hoe(no), what I'ma marry you foI'm too busy tearin my shows up and getting married to dough (dough)
Grave dig a nigga, (Whatchu mean?) I bury a flow
Run, go get your city, come back and then I'ma bury your area code

mokokocu2 · 28-05-2008, 22:34

Chamillionaire - No Snitchin'

Gönderen : yakamoz..

(Chorus)
This is for my gangstas,real niggas,ballas,trill niggas
North side,South side,chunk ya deuce up
This is for my gangstas,real niggas,ballas,trill niggas
East side,West side,chunk ya deuce up

(Verse 1)
Plenty niggas get they head turned red for da bread
Start off with da information,load it up in ya head
Couldnt hold it,so it turned out its sumthin he said
Wut he tell da FEDS (he need someone to call)
Your decision was to snitch and they was there to listen
When he told what he know,said they barely was trippin
Less time,now da niggas in a better position
Unless you count the fact that the streets know he was snitchin
He was lookin at a 30 but he only did 10,how your years turn to months,can he tell you dat, and
He aint really gotta answer,just the sweat in his hands
Will he make it out to make it,mmm well it depends
Everybody know the info you was tellin ya friends
Plus the streets know the deals that you made with the pen
Russian Roulette,yep nigga bet the barrel will spin
You hear that,yea nigga thats the sound of revenge

(Hook)
Walk down the right road,cuz the streets is so cold
You betta take ya life slow or you'll miss it
Listen to da G-Code,if you know what I kno-oooow,then you'll keep yo mouth closed
We dont tolerate snitches

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)
If you gon live that crime life,i hope you hold dat 9 tight
You live life like a pussy then dats prolly what you die like
I neva eva loved a sucka,them aint really my type
Rat snakes,yea mayne the game is full of wild-life
Dont wanna do no time right?
You wanna live that high life
Like go withdrawl,have a hundred thousand in ya eye sight
Enter ya crib,see the clouds peepin through ya skylight
You be a copycat,(???),cuz mine right
Thats what he told me but I didnt listen
Doin crime for a dime wasnt my intention
You insane,think his name sumin I will mention
Only snitches need someone to tell
Alota niggas in the game,hustlin doin they thing
Usin codes on the phone with they usual slang
If you know what he know then you wont say a thing
You wouldnt need someone to tell
Careful bout the life you lead,aint smart with ya life,you plead,the streets will ignite ya T,like you aint got the right to breathe
(Cough)To choke on da realness,reality is what the fake dont know how to deal with
Words leak from the teeth,but he'll say seal it
Then go get a undercover brother he can chill with
Find a nigga that be hustlin to make a deal with
But the streets will hold court for him and'll deal with it

(Hook)

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
This for the G's,street jugglin,move da fire
When you talkin what you talkin it aint through the wire
Police pull you over,now they callin you a liar
You got amnesia,dont even know the dude beside ya
You dont know,you aint sayin,you aint heard what he said
Told you a closed mouth aint gon neva get fed
A open mouth'll get you county instead of the FEDS
Some scared niggas speak up so they'll be less in the red
Niggas cant deal with no 95 so they day-to-day budgeters
Its the hustlers that get put away by the customers
You upstate,niggas use to be southerners
Here the streets make the laws and dont answer the governors
We the niggas thats too real to snitch on a snitch
But make a snitch turn to puff with a flick of the wrist
That aint gon get in arguements,just go get you a clip
And they gon think about the consequences,let em repent

(Hook)

(Chorus)

(Talking)

Man hold up,you a real nigga and you aint got nuthin to say when they come question you,just keep it 100, and go on a chunk ya deuce up

mokokocu2 · 28-05-2008, 22:34

Chamillionaire - Riddin

Gönderen : sagokajmeran

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They see me rollinThey hatinPatrollinAnd tryin. to catch me ridin. shitty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' shitty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' shitty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' shitty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' shitty.
My music so loud;
I'm swangin.
They hopinThat they gon' catch me ridin' shitty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' shitty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' shitty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin'.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' shitty.
Police think they can see me lean;
I'm tint so it ain't easy to be seen.
They see me ride by, they can see the glean
And my shine on the deck and the TV screen.
Ride with a new chick, she like "Hold up."
Next to the Playstation controlla;
well have a full clip, in my pistolla
that im'a send a jacker into a coma.
Girl, you ain't know, I'm crazy like Krayzie Bone;
Just tryin' to bone, ain't tryin' to have no babies.
Ride clean as hell so I pull in ladies.
Law's on patrol; you know they hate me.
Music turned all the way up and to the maximum;
I can speak for some niggas tryin' to jack for some.
But we packin' somethin' that we have
And, um, will have a nigga locked up in the maximum
Security cell. I'm grippin' oak.
Music loud and the tippin' slow.
Twins steady twistin' like hit this dough;
Police Pull up from behind and im sittin low.
Windows down, gotta stop pollution.
CDs change; niggas like "Who is that producin'?"
This the Play-N-Skillz when we out and cruisinGot warrants in every city except Houston
But I still ain't losin'.

They see me rollin';
They hatin'.
PatrollinAnd tryin. to catch me ridin. shitty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' shitty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' shitty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' shitty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' shitty.
My music so loud;
I'm swangin'.
They hopinThat they gon' catch me ridin' shitty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' shitty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' shitty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin'.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' shitty.

I been drinkin' and smokin'; holdin' shit
'Cause I really can't focus.
I gotta get to home 'fore the po-po's scope
This big ol Excursion
Swervin',
All up in the curve, man.
Nigga been sippin' on that Hennessey
And the gin again
Is in again;
We in to win.
Doin' a hundred while I puff on a blunt
And rollin another one up;
We livin' like we ain't givin' a fuck.
I got a revolver in my right hand;
40 oz on my left, freezing my balls
Roll anotha tree, green leaves and all.
Comin' up pretty deep, me in my do-jo.
I gotta get to backstreets;
Wanted by the six-pounds
And I got heat.
glock, glock
shots to the block;
We creep-creep. Pop-pop.
Hope cops don't see me;
On a low key.
With no regard for the law,
We dodge 'em like fuck-'em-all.
But I won't get caught up
And brought up
On charges for none of y'all.
Keep a gun in car
And a blunt to spark,
But well if you want,
Nigga,you poppin' dark.
Ready or not, we bust shots off in the air
Krayzie Bone and Chamillionaire.

They see me rollin';
They hatin'.
PatrollinAnd tryin. to catch me ridin. shitty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' shitty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' shitty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' shitty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' shitty.
My music so loud;
I'm swangin'.
They hopinThat they gon' catch me ridin' dirty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
Tryin' to catch me ridinTryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.

Do what you thinkin' so,
I tried to let you go.
Turn on my blinker light
And then I swang it slow.
And they upset for sure
'Cause they think they know
That they catchin me with plenty of the drank n' dro.
So they get behind me,
Tryin' to check my tags.
Look at my rearview and they smilin',
Thinkin' they'll catch me on the wrong; keep tryincity denyin' it's racial profilin'.
Houston, TX, you can check my tags;
Pull me over, try to check my slab.
Glove compartment, gotta get my cash
'Cause the crooked cops'll try to come up fast.
And bein' the baller that I am, I talk to them,
Givin' a damn 'bout not feeling my attitude.
When they realize I ain't even ridin' dirty
Bet you'll be leavin' with an even madder mood.
I'ma laugh at you
And then I have to cruise.
You're a number two
On some old DJ Screw.
You can't arrest me plus you can't sue.
This a message to the law; tells 'em "We hate u."
I can't be touched and tell 'em that they shoulda known.
Tippin' down; I'm sittin' crooked on my chrome.
Bookin' my phone; findin' a chick I wanna bone.
Like they couldn't stop me I'm a bout to pull up at your home
And it's on.

They see me rollin';
They hatin'.
PatrollinAnd tryin. to catch me ridin. dirty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
My music so loud;
I'm swangin'.
They hopinThat they gon' catch me ridin' dirty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
Tryin' to catch me ridinTryin' to catch me ridin' dirty. (x2)

mokokocu2 · 28-05-2008, 22:35

Chamillionaire - Ridin

Albüm Adı : The Sound Of Revenge

[Chorus]
They see me rollin
They hatin
Patrolling they tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
My music so loud
I'm swangin
They hopin that they gon catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty

[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Police think they can see me lean
I'm tint so it ain't easy to be seen
When you see me ride by they can see the glean
And my shine on the deck and the TV screen
Ride with a nooche, she like hold up
Next to the playstation controller is a full clip and my pistola
Turn a jacker into a coma
Girl you ain't know, I'm crazy like Krayzie Bone
Just tryin to bone ain't tryin to have no babies
Rock clean itself so I pull in ladies
Laws of patrolling you know they hate me
Music turned all the way up until the maximum
I can speak for some niggas tryin to jack for some
But we packin somethin that we have and um will have a nigga locked up in the maximum
Security cell, I'm grippin oak
Music loud and tippin slow
Twist and twistin like hit this dough
Pull up from behind and is in his throat
Windows down gotta stop pollution
CDs change niggas like who is that producing?
This the Play-N-Skillz when we out and cruisin
Got warrants in every city except Houston but I'm still ain't losin

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Krayzie Bone]
I been drinkin and smokin holdin shit cause a brother can't focus
I gotta get to home 'fore the po po's scope this big ol Excursion swerving all up in the curve man
Nigga been sippin on that Hennessey and the gin again is in again we in the wind
Doin a hundred while I come from the block
And rollin another one up, we livin like we ain't givin a fuck
I got a revolver in my right hand, 40 oz on my lap freezing my balls
Roll a nigga tree, green leaves and all
Comin up pretty deep, me and my do-jo
I gotta get back to backstreets
Wanted by the six pound and I got heat glock glock shots to the block we creep creep
Pop Pop hope cops don't see me, on a low key
With no regards for the law we dodge em like fuck em all
But I won't get caught up and brought up on charges for none of y'all
Keep a gun in car, and a blunt to spark, but well if you want, nigga you poppin dark
Ready or not we bust shots off in the air Krayzie Bone and Chamillionaire

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Chamillionaire]
Do what you thinkin so, I tried to let you go
Turn up a blink of light and I swang it slower
A nigga upset for sure cause they think they know that they catchin me with plenty of the drinkin drough
So they get behind me tryin to check my tags, look at my rearview and they smilin
Thinkin they'll catch me on the wrong well keep tryin
Cause they denyin is racial profiling
Houston, TX you can check my tags
Pull me over try to check my slab
Glove compartment gotta get my cash
Cause the crooked cops try to come up fast
And been a baller that I am I talk to them, giving a damn bout not feeling my attitude
When they realize I ain't even ridin dirty bet you'll be leavin with an even madder mood
I'mma laugh at you then I'mma have to cruise I'm in number two on some more DJ Screw
You can't arrest me plus you can't sue
This a message to the laws tellin them WE HATE YOU
I can't be toss or tell em that they shoulda known
Tippin down sittin crooked on my chrome
Bookin my phone tryin to find a chick I wanna bone
Like they couldn't stop me I'mma bout to pull up at your home and it's on

[Chorus 2x]

28-05-2008, 22:32	#1 (permalink)
mokokocu2 EN Akıllı Üyelik Tarihi: 28-08-2007 Yer: WANTED Mesajlar: 5,157 Rep Gücü: 94 Rep Puanı: 2762	- Chamillionaire - şarkıları Chamillionaire - Grown And Sexy Gönderen : yakamoz.. Intro: Uh huh... Yeaah It's yours truly Houston's own Chamillionaire Holdin it down for the playa who dont believe in love at first sight (Love at first sight) But the playa that believe that he can git loven the first night (First night) Thats right (Thats right) So before I git to discussion what type of eye candy I need Or what type of visual stimulation she needs to be able to achieve There's somethin special aboutchu that aint hard to see Chorus: Grown and Sexy From ya head down to ya toes ya know you fine (ya know ya fine) Got that perfect face a perfect shape and perfect smile (a perfect smile) But soon as ya turned around (Turned around) There's somethin that I realized (Yeah) You looked better from behind (You look better from behind) Grown and Sexy Verse 1: From the moment ya flashed ya teeth I knew that we had to meet Ya face was the mona lisa, ya ass was a masta'piece Asked you if you was married and thats when ya answered 'No.I asked if you had a nigga and thats when ya said 'Fo' sho.' (So) I didnt care As you walked away I would stare Atcha bottom, in apple bottoms Ya waist was shaped like a pear Really round at the bottom, a little thinna up there So insteada lettin ya leave I pursued ya Just like the playa That I am (and damn) Couldnt help but to help myself To a helpin cause I smelled some perfume that could make me melt And ya shoulda seen my demeaner I had to control myself Approachin you from the rear as I tap you right on ya' belt And ya tried to looked suprised like ya didnt know I was right behind ya But I could tell by ya smile ya was waitin on me to find ya Mess with my thought a bit you was playin hard to git You dont wanna look like a freak and pretend its hard to hit Chorus: Verse 2: Lets give a toast to the ladies that look better up close That look better by the behind And better when you approach Ya try ya best to git up close until ya smellin her soap& is so lovely ladies from coast to coast git in bed and she dont not an 8 and not a 9 rate you more than just a dime bentley steerin-wheel body cause you look better from behind Grippen around ya waist turn it like im just tryin to git a better view Cause god must abeen workin hard When he asembled you Im tryint to test-dirve ya rear and ya shaken Im power stearin ya wasit nI see ya rearers are shaken If ya think I couldnt handle it then ya really mistakin No one here to keep you near Then you here for the taken Im still waiten For you to give me one good reason Why you couldnt leave him speedin off with some good breezin Ya neva spend another cold night in some hood freezin But posted up by sand and water during some good season Chorus: Outro: Had to tell ya that I'm really feelin your style Saw ya walkin by and couldnt letcha pass Gotta tell ya that I'm eally feelin your smile But even better is the beauty of ya ass Staren right into the beautiy of ya profile There's something that I gotta ask Can ya let me (Let me...) let me view ya beauty from the back Chrous: Chamillionaire: __________________ Kendinize iyi bakın arkadaşlar ...

28-05-2008, 22:33	#2 (permalink)
mokokocu2 EN Akıllı Üyelik Tarihi: 28-08-2007 Yer: WANTED Mesajlar: 5,157 Rep Gücü: 94 Rep Puanı: 2762	Cevap: - Chamillionaire - şarkıları Chamillionaire - Hip-Hop Police Gönderen : yakamoz.. [Intro]: Go, Go , Go , Go , Go , Go Keep runnin' homie Go, Go , Go , Go , Go , Go They on the trail Go, Go , Go , Go , Go , Go Keep runnin' homie Go, Go , Go , Go , Go , Go They on the trail [Chorus]: With so much drama in the industry Hip Hop Police are listening Be careful or you'll be history Looks like another unsolved mystery It's murda, murda, murda Ah it's murda, murda, murda Yeah it's murda, murda murda Somebody tell em it's murda Murder was the case and they blamed me [Verse 1]: Officer I didn't do it, you can't blame me for this Could you please loosen up the handcuffs on my wrists? You can call me what you wanna but mayne I ain't a snitch No cooperation is exactly what you would get Til I talk til my lawyer, you get no reply (You've obviously been watching too much CSI I'm not a crash dummy so don't even try To talk your dirty trash to me, no BFI If you are not guilty of anything, then why did you run?) Cause you the police and plus I saw you cocking your gun And the chamber wasn't empty, it was obviously one (If you think I'm believing that one, your obviously dumb) Huh? (I know that you heard the sirens, you dived in To the vehicle you was driving and ridin A+nd you shouldn't be whining about abidin+ By the law, nah it's obvious your lying) Chamillionaire [Chorus]: With so much drama in the industry Hip Hop Police are listening Be careful or you'll be history Looks like another unsolved mystery It's murda, murda, murda Ah it's murda, murda, murda Yeah it's murda, murda murda Somebody tell em it's murda Murder was the case and they blamed me [Verse 2]: (Stop lying to me boy, it'd be best you confess I can smell the BS on the scent of your breath Saw the ??? while I was inspecting your deck Saw that you was ridin dirty when I looked at the rest Who is this guy Busta? Who is this guy Snoop? Who is his other friend who's wearing the sky blue? [ Hip-hop Police lyrics found on Look at this pic here, he standing beside you Tell me his name now, I heard he was piru Confiscated the CD's at one of your homes For evidence ever since we heard some of your songs What about this Pimp guy, he was on one of your songs I coulda sworn he said he had a pocket full of stones Am I wrong?) Hell yeah, I don't know who that is I don't know no Pimp C, all I know is I'm rich And I'ma bond like James, bet I be out here quick Man (You ain't getting out of here, you must think that your slick In the car we confiscated The Chronic and The Clipse Diary that you had and all your Blueprints On the Death Row booklet, we found your two prints Your thumb and your index, the judge will love this) [Chorus 2]: With so much drama in the industry Hip Hop Police are listening Be careful or you'll be history Looks like another unsolved mystery It's murda (It's a bloody murder) Ah it's murda (It's a bloody murder) Yeah it's murda (It's a bloody murder) Somebody tell 'em it's murda +Murder was the case and they blamed me+ [Verse 3]: (And you can see your screwed as the evidence pours in The witness to the crime was at 3 in the morning Gave us a description so we picked up your boy and You'll get a lighter sentence if you put the crime on him [A big celebrity, a case we long for You a pirate, Why you got that eyepatch on for? Funny (Puttin people in a hurse what I heard for Where were you the night of April 21st son?] Home [?Son, I think that you got your facts wrong, gats on you Chamillionaire, Rob, Chuck,? Couple cats on Melview] What? [We gonna have to jail you too In the line-up, don't speak until we tell you to This the person who jimmed your lock, sir?] +Well he's dark, Kinda looked like him, I'm not sure+ ?Fail into nail? cause a cell ?it's another? Leave, I see an unmarked tail ?in the glover? Hit the Bodega, not no more game This chick used to be all nice, acting all strange Like she was gonna get it, pathetic I sell in court now they all apologetic [Chorus]: With so much drama in the industry Hip Hop Police are listening Be careful or you'll be history Looks like another unsolved mystery It's murda, murda, murda Ah it's murda, murda, murda Yeah it's murda, murda murda Somebody tell em it's murda Murder was the case and they blamed me __________________ Kendinize iyi bakın arkadaşlar ...

28-05-2008, 22:33	#3 (permalink)
mokokocu2 EN Akıllı Üyelik Tarihi: 28-08-2007 Yer: WANTED Mesajlar: 5,157 Rep Gücü: 94 Rep Puanı: 2762	Cevap: - Chamillionaire - şarkıları Chamillionaire - In The Trunk Gönderen : yakamoz.. This, is, the-the sound of revenge You in the presence of the finest Chamillitary mayne! This for the streets Let's give 'em somethin they can bump (innnn the trunk) At this point you should be turnin your speakers up Turn your speakers up - Chamillionaire man! Let it bump, it's a southern thing Ha ha, Chamillitary mayne! (innnn the trunk) I heard somebody say that the South ain't got no lyricists Well 'bang bang' at the game like everyone down here is pissed You lookin for the truth then look no further, here it is Turn it up a notch so they can not say they not hearin this They say Chamill is sick, click click, here's a clip 'Bang bang' at the rap game to make your spirits lift And it seems to me the industry is all on Jigga's dick Who? You, you, you, and you nigga - pick a click Universal sent me to bring some realness to the industry Got here, then I realized that ain't nobody real but me Okay, a couple niggaz but none of 'em real as me Tell your favorite rapper he should diss me if he disagree my bad I'm actin like your favorite rapper isn't me Tell your second favorite whose the best and show 'em a picture of me He'd have to take me out to prove that he's as sick as me So me verse me, the only battle that y'all gonna get to see I'm plainly sayin what I'm sayin to make these haters mad Perpetratin hatin ass, see me ridin candy slab Disbelieve his ass, how many vehicles can he have? I be losin count myself and I ain't even that bad at math That's how we do it in Texas, poppin trunk and grippin wood We reply to threats (how?) Nigga, I wish you would You can keep on talking, but that's only if you could Gotta turn my speakers up, can you hear 'em now? (No) Good! Ain't runnin from a thang, cause I ain't never been a punk Drama ain't a thang, cause I can bring it if they want I'ma let it bang, so they can feel it in the (innnn the trunk) You bout it wit'cha game, decide your rep and throw it up What you tryin to drank, cause I'ma bout to get you drunk Keep it pimpin mayne, so they can feel it in the (innnn the trunk) This for the street niggaz knowin they gotta pee in a cup Know your peace officer tossin ya when he see the results This for the G's, hate is what you see in the scope Gauge gonna get sprayed like it's Raid when you see him approach Tell you ahead of time, solo I can handle mine You ain't too smart but play the part like you a pantomime But you don't have a nine, I'll show you I hammer mine Time to make you do the Running Man like it's Hammer Time Shout out to the west and all my gangstas pack heat up Actin up and pack enough heat to make you back it up The hoes back it up, soon as they hear the back of the trunk Now I'ma stock like New York slang (What you mean?) That's what;s up Money stack it up when they feel they have enough Get the chips and add 'em up, then she givin that to us Don't put all that in cuffs, treat your money like a slut Niggaz better share, hell yeah, cause I just wanna cut A hater gettin cut, someone gon' get hurt (hurt) Especially if you met me and was disrespect turf (turf) (Houston, Texas) I'm the worst, ice looking like sherbert Bouncin off my chest, you're starin at it like a pervert Mixtape god, don't hate me, go to church first (why?) Might as well since all the rappers wearin church shirts Better think ahead of time, call yourself a nurse (nurse!) Diss me in your second and you won't get to finish your third verse You in the presence of the finest The game is full of fakes, all these rappin niggaz front (front) _Controversy Sells_, the industry givin 'em what they want (want) See he ain't gangsta as he say, that's why they dress 'em up Get a vest, a plastic gun and go pull a publicity stunt Hoe act like she slow, don't know that I'm rich And ignore the handles missing from the do's of my whip But then she saw me on TV and told me pause for a flick (What you tell her?) You can "106 & Park" on my dick (on my dick) Can't speak about Texas and not mention me Cause the world gon' have to see the truth come out eventually I'll rip any gimmick rapper out from A to Z 934-829 to the 2 if you still disagree We never marry a hoe(no), what I'ma marry you foI'm too busy tearin my shows up and getting married to dough (dough) Grave dig a nigga, (Whatchu mean?) I bury a flow Run, go get your city, come back and then I'ma bury your area code __________________ Kendinize iyi bakın arkadaşlar ...

28-05-2008, 22:34	#4 (permalink)
mokokocu2 EN Akıllı Üyelik Tarihi: 28-08-2007 Yer: WANTED Mesajlar: 5,157 Rep Gücü: 94 Rep Puanı: 2762	Cevap: - Chamillionaire - şarkıları Chamillionaire - No Snitchin' Gönderen : yakamoz.. (Chorus) This is for my gangstas,real niggas,ballas,trill niggas North side,South side,chunk ya deuce up This is for my gangstas,real niggas,ballas,trill niggas East side,West side,chunk ya deuce up (Verse 1) Plenty niggas get they head turned red for da bread Start off with da information,load it up in ya head Couldnt hold it,so it turned out its sumthin he said Wut he tell da FEDS (he need someone to call) Your decision was to snitch and they was there to listen When he told what he know,said they barely was trippin Less time,now da niggas in a better position Unless you count the fact that the streets know he was snitchin He was lookin at a 30 but he only did 10,how your years turn to months,can he tell you dat, and He aint really gotta answer,just the sweat in his hands Will he make it out to make it,mmm well it depends Everybody know the info you was tellin ya friends Plus the streets know the deals that you made with the pen Russian Roulette,yep nigga bet the barrel will spin You hear that,yea nigga thats the sound of revenge (Hook) Walk down the right road,cuz the streets is so cold You betta take ya life slow or you'll miss it Listen to da G-Code,if you know what I kno-oooow,then you'll keep yo mouth closed We dont tolerate snitches (Chorus) (Verse 2) If you gon live that crime life,i hope you hold dat 9 tight You live life like a pussy then dats prolly what you die like I neva eva loved a sucka,them aint really my type Rat snakes,yea mayne the game is full of wild-life Dont wanna do no time right? You wanna live that high life Like go withdrawl,have a hundred thousand in ya eye sight Enter ya crib,see the clouds peepin through ya skylight You be a copycat,(???),cuz mine right Thats what he told me but I didnt listen Doin crime for a dime wasnt my intention You insane,think his name sumin I will mention Only snitches need someone to tell Alota niggas in the game,hustlin doin they thing Usin codes on the phone with they usual slang If you know what he know then you wont say a thing You wouldnt need someone to tell Careful bout the life you lead,aint smart with ya life,you plead,the streets will ignite ya T,like you aint got the right to breathe (Cough)To choke on da realness,reality is what the fake dont know how to deal with Words leak from the teeth,but he'll say seal it Then go get a undercover brother he can chill with Find a nigga that be hustlin to make a deal with But the streets will hold court for him and'll deal with it (Hook) (Chorus) (Verse 3) This for the G's,street jugglin,move da fire When you talkin what you talkin it aint through the wire Police pull you over,now they callin you a liar You got amnesia,dont even know the dude beside ya You dont know,you aint sayin,you aint heard what he said Told you a closed mouth aint gon neva get fed A open mouth'll get you county instead of the FEDS Some scared niggas speak up so they'll be less in the red Niggas cant deal with no 95 so they day-to-day budgeters Its the hustlers that get put away by the customers You upstate,niggas use to be southerners Here the streets make the laws and dont answer the governors We the niggas thats too real to snitch on a snitch But make a snitch turn to puff with a flick of the wrist That aint gon get in arguements,just go get you a clip And they gon think about the consequences,let em repent (Hook) (Chorus) (Talking) Man hold up,you a real nigga and you aint got nuthin to say when they come question you,just keep it 100, and go on a chunk ya deuce up __________________ Kendinize iyi bakın arkadaşlar ...

28-05-2008, 22:34	#5 (permalink)
mokokocu2 EN Akıllı Üyelik Tarihi: 28-08-2007 Yer: WANTED Mesajlar: 5,157 Rep Gücü: 94 Rep Puanı: 2762	Cevap: - Chamillionaire - şarkıları Chamillionaire - Riddin Gönderen : sagokajmeran <> They see me rollinThey hatinPatrollinAnd tryin. to catch me ridin. shitty. Tryin' to catch me ridin' shitty. Tryin' to catch me ridin' shitty. Tryin' to catch me ridin' shitty Tryin' to catch me ridin' shitty. My music so loud; I'm swangin. They hopinThat they gon' catch me ridin' shitty. Tryin' to catch me ridin' shitty. Tryin' to catch me ridin' shitty. Tryin' to catch me ridin'. Tryin' to catch me ridin' shitty. Police think they can see me lean; I'm tint so it ain't easy to be seen. They see me ride by, they can see the glean And my shine on the deck and the TV screen. Ride with a new chick, she like "Hold up." Next to the Playstation controlla; well have a full clip, in my pistolla that im'a send a jacker into a coma. Girl, you ain't know, I'm crazy like Krayzie Bone; Just tryin' to bone, ain't tryin' to have no babies. Ride clean as hell so I pull in ladies. Law's on patrol; you know they hate me. Music turned all the way up and to the maximum; I can speak for some niggas tryin' to jack for some. But we packin' somethin' that we have And, um, will have a nigga locked up in the maximum Security cell. I'm grippin' oak. Music loud and the tippin' slow. Twins steady twistin' like hit this dough; Police Pull up from behind and im sittin low. Windows down, gotta stop pollution. CDs change; niggas like "Who is that producin'?" This the Play-N-Skillz when we out and cruisinGot warrants in every city except Houston But I still ain't losin'. They see me rollin'; They hatin'. PatrollinAnd tryin. to catch me ridin. shitty. Tryin' to catch me ridin' shitty. Tryin' to catch me ridin' shitty. Tryin' to catch me ridin' shitty. Tryin' to catch me ridin' shitty. My music so loud; I'm swangin'. They hopinThat they gon' catch me ridin' shitty. Tryin' to catch me ridin' shitty. Tryin' to catch me ridin' shitty. Tryin' to catch me ridin'. Tryin' to catch me ridin' shitty. I been drinkin' and smokin'; holdin' shit 'Cause I really can't focus. I gotta get to home 'fore the po-po's scope This big ol Excursion Swervin', All up in the curve, man. Nigga been sippin' on that Hennessey And the gin again Is in again; We in to win. Doin' a hundred while I puff on a blunt And rollin another one up; We livin' like we ain't givin' a fuck. I got a revolver in my right hand; 40 oz on my left, freezing my balls Roll anotha tree, green leaves and all. Comin' up pretty deep, me in my do-jo. I gotta get to backstreets; Wanted by the six-pounds And I got heat. glock, glock shots to the block; We creep-creep. Pop-pop. Hope cops don't see me; On a low key. With no regard for the law, We dodge 'em like fuck-'em-all. But I won't get caught up And brought up On charges for none of y'all. Keep a gun in car And a blunt to spark, But well if you want, Nigga,you poppin' dark. Ready or not, we bust shots off in the air Krayzie Bone and Chamillionaire. They see me rollin'; They hatin'. PatrollinAnd tryin. to catch me ridin. shitty. Tryin' to catch me ridin' shitty. Tryin' to catch me ridin' shitty. Tryin' to catch me ridin' shitty. Tryin' to catch me ridin' shitty. My music so loud; I'm swangin'. They hopinThat they gon' catch me ridin' dirty. Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty. Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty. Tryin' to catch me ridinTryin' to catch me ridin' dirty. Do what you thinkin' so, I tried to let you go. Turn on my blinker light And then I swang it slow. And they upset for sure 'Cause they think they know That they catchin me with plenty of the drank n' dro. So they get behind me, Tryin' to check my tags. Look at my rearview and they smilin', Thinkin' they'll catch me on the wrong; keep tryincity denyin' it's racial profilin'. Houston, TX, you can check my tags; Pull me over, try to check my slab. Glove compartment, gotta get my cash 'Cause the crooked cops'll try to come up fast. And bein' the baller that I am, I talk to them, Givin' a damn 'bout not feeling my attitude. When they realize I ain't even ridin' dirty Bet you'll be leavin' with an even madder mood. I'ma laugh at you And then I have to cruise. You're a number two On some old DJ Screw. You can't arrest me plus you can't sue. This a message to the law; tells 'em "We hate u." I can't be touched and tell 'em that they shoulda known. Tippin' down; I'm sittin' crooked on my chrome. Bookin' my phone; findin' a chick I wanna bone. Like they couldn't stop me I'm a bout to pull up at your home And it's on. They see me rollin'; They hatin'. PatrollinAnd tryin. to catch me ridin. dirty. Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty. Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty. Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty. Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty. My music so loud; I'm swangin'. They hopinThat they gon' catch me ridin' dirty. Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty. Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty. Tryin' to catch me ridinTryin' to catch me ridin' dirty. (x2) __________________ Kendinize iyi bakın arkadaşlar ...

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