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Show Me What Ya Got

アーティスト:Chamillionaire  アルバム:Mixtape Messiah 2 

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[Intro - Chamillionaire - talking] Ch-ch-cheah, your tuned into your boy the Chamillionator Cause I stay killin 'em Know what I'm talkin 'bout? Mixtape Messiah Part 2 Lets go "Hey" - [repeated 7X during the Intro] [Chorus 1 - Chamillionaire] This is why I'm hot little mama (woo) This is why I'm hot little lady (Chamillitary mayne) This is why I'm hot shorty (This is why I'm hot) - [4X] This is why I'm hot baby (Tell 'em why) Cause I'm the king of mixtapes Mi--mi-mixtapes I'm the king of mixtapes Mi--mi-mixtapes [Verse 1 - Chamillionaire] Yeah (woo), lookin right at the grim reaper like I don't need the support of ya The kid standin in the booth is the coroner I hear the track and I murder it with the 40 of Caliber, that's when they all askin you, what you recordin for? I can't stand that these boys soundin horrible The rap game full of clowns like a carnival (woo) Your callin me, I'm somewhere over the water bro Floatin on a boat, like a logo on a Nautica (woo) We like to blaze, the fire of what you wanted, yeah She Just Blaze like the producer I got under the Acapella got 'em baggin good down in Florida Go on put somethin in the air like LaGuardia (yeah) Smoke one for the decease and peace is how their sleep Beef is gonna be, but with me your just dead meat (yeah) Trust me it's bad for ya (yeah), kinda like red meat (meat) Playin with me homie, I promise you'll get beat (beat) I'm on my grind, the album out next week (week) They gonna be silent, like me when the Feds speak Gotta punish 'em dozen, I got a ton of 'em Lovin in, not in love with 'em, really not here to cuddle hun But I'll come, I'm just back and they say I'm troublesome But I'm way more than some trouble, I'm double son If his name's Terminator, I'm other one (other one) He got one, just assume who got the other gun Bring it to life, resurrectin the dead Not buyin, stop cryin, make a record instead I swear that y'all rappers really hurtin my head But my paper don't stop and you ain't hurtin my bread I ain't worried about a snitch ever alertin the Feds Take it to the old school go and learn it like Red (haha) Take it to the Pro Tools if you heard somethin I said That you think you can do better but prepare to be bled The grinders on the east, be respectin the C They be like what up Kid? Like the name was Capri You know the sayin, the sayin is you get what you see They see that I'm paid but they can't use they vision on me (haha) So bein broke is what a hater is accustomed to be Boys reachin like the pager that's stuck under the seat Yeah, but you could miss me with that thirty versus another coast At dinner with Nas and Kelis, like here's another toast Cause we hot as the rotisserie on the oven roast (roast) Keep it trill and gettin paid is what I love the most I got a new Lincoln, that top is gettin air time (time) So they call it Lincoln Continental Airlines Chamillitary's the click (click) and isn't fair I'm Too good (too good), they can't see the flow, (no) ... air rhymes So go on let a player turn up the oxygen Backin in the paint for the score, better box me in (for the score, box me in, woo) Flawless victory, won't settle


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