Paul Wall Album

[No lyrics]

[Hook - 4x]
(hey-ya hey-ya), ooh-oooh-ooh (clap)

[Chamillionaire]
Only imagine, how close all the diamonds in the jewel sit
Invisible set and canary yellow, as a tulip
See I can spit some calm words to you, through my two lips
I can have them hollow tips, popping up out them two clips
You pick, don't run up on me with your tool slick
I'll be damned if I get jacked with a strap, under my blue nit
Don't do nothing foolish, cause I'll completely lose it
Give a nigga a new breathing hole, with a pool stick
I got hoes square rooted, doubles and cubics
They come in groups of two or mo', and they be wanting do it
Got females that do lick, and some that strictly do dick
But if you freaky prove it, I'll go get the cool whip
If you love your shirt so much, that you don't wan' remove it
Then you can get up out my party, you can get excluded
Don't know what click that you with, but I'm king of the new click
Color Changin' Click-clack rap, I plan to rule it clap

[Hook - 4x]

[Chamillionaire]
If you owe me any more than zero cents, time to collect fool
I step through, and re possess the nigga my respect's due
Hope the numbers you wrote in the middle, of that check's true
Unless you fast, and don't think a bullet can catch you
Buy a drink I bet you, that she gon get the next two
Or she'll be standing next to, the pay phone and get..
Left too bad, your homie had already left too
Can't take you home look at your feet, and now she right and left too
Who's next to, let Koopa undress you and sex you
Can't get you pregnant, condom packs go in and get two
We can chop it up like O.G. Ron C, and Mike Watts do
Or treat you like some Southern music, and make sure you get screwed

[Hook - 4x]

[Chamillionaire]
Internet, Chamillionaire.com on my channel
Run up on the vehicle, I bet that boy get handled
I don't like your tone of voice, you better calm your grammar
And slap you with the baking soda, my arm and hammer
Chain hanging to my nuts, is kinda like you tasting
Ice, if your tongue is in the right location
I don't fight temptation, I invite temptation
Cause I got a lap that, I would like your face in
Hey ya-hey ya, ooh-whoa Kemosabi
This liquor in my body, and I'm ready to party
Hey ya-hey ya, ooh-whoa Kemosabi
Hypnotic is for kids, we sipping Gin and Bicardi
Hey ya-hey ya, the minute she saw me
She whispered, all the things she wanna do
So you know I'ma do, just what a playa do
And let her leave with me, then send her home to you probably

[Hook - 4x]

Hey ya-hey ya, hey ya-hey ya
Heeeee-ooooh, hey ya - 4x

[Chorus]
When I call you on the phone
You're never at home
You been gone for so long and I feel so alone
Your love of money gone ruin our relationship
but you say it isn't and thats a lie
[Chamillionaire]
Girl I ain't trippin' I Know that you're feelin' alone
but I feel you should know I'm still in luv wit my dough
And since they say time is money
I'm wastin' my money sittin here chillin' so good bye

[Verse 1: Chamillionaire]
She love a trick to treat
She be calling me up, Koopa let's eat
I'm Sorry, but I gotta radio interview to do
I gotta hook up with Milla Mack, and Greg Street
Maybe we can retreat, to get a bite to eat
Take a night to sneak, to a tight lil' suite
You can invite some freaks
but get it right I'm cheap
you could leave, with tonight's receipt
Makin' moves wit hatter
Ke'Noe and Dobey, BeBe and Jabber
When I'm not in the lab
you know I'm trying to grab a
Couple G's chick please, what are you getting mad for
In the morning
When I hook up with Killa Mike, Lil' Jon and them
All of my calls, I'm gonna forward them
To the answer machine, please call again I'm busy

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Paul Wall]
I'm Still in Luv wit my money
I'm still infatuated wit my cash
Ain't no need for relaxin' and chillin
I'm Stackin, and Killin' on a grind I mash
But I still make time for my lil' mama
But I ain't got no time for a little drama
I'm tryna pull out in drop top
Throw 22's on a lil' somethin' foreign for the summer
You can call me but I ain't gone answer
All this stress gone cause me cancer
Imma call up whodi in the club on and throw a couple dollars on a Dancer
So don't hastle me, just leave me alone, quit callin my phone
You say you an independent woman, then stand on ya own
baby girl I'm gone, holla at me

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: 50/50 Twin]
Get Mad, I chase cash
Do you contribute to fillin my stash
Smellin your piss bitch, go buy glass
Never deposit, but withdraw fast
Co-Dependant trash
Act with class but poor doin bad
Got a senada, can't afford a jag
I'm the best thing that you done had
Stumbled upon a gold mine thought you
Stuntin' with that dolce I bought you
An additional time gon cost you
Speakin gibberish are you
Who gave you permission to trip
You gon trip,take a trip
Car, plane take a ship
Music grind stand right here
Ten mill you might get recruited
The world don't twirl around beauty and booty
It twirl around cash and music
Cheer people up and help them through shit

[Big Cat]
You about to witness the strength in front of a bitch

[Chamillionaire]
Sony Music, Interscope, Universal Records and Def Jam
Let a nigga speak to the head man, ya lookin' for me (Here I Am)
Attention to all of my best friends, and bootleggers hell yes Cham
Crush anyone up against him, ya lookin' for me (Here I Am)
Even when he ain't got no weapon
niggaz that's street they was wit' Cham
So give a nigga respect damn, ya lookin' for me (Here I Am)
Dirty-South (Here I Am), is ya wit me (Yes I Am)
Color Changin' Click clack, gimme the gat nigga (BAM!)

Where Mista Madd? (Here I Am), where the boy Yung Ro (Here I Am)
What up Paul, what up Rasaq and Lew Hawk, what up Twin
Big Cat (What up Cham?), they say that you think that you tough man
Get on the mic and say somethin, to the major labels (Fuck them!)
Haha, a wise man once said don't diss the majors cuz you might need em'
But it's obvious by this intro a nigga like me didn't believe em'
Rudest, the way the labels percieve him, but I ain't - in this game to make friends
Make love to ya label or hold hands, so tell em' again (Fuck them!)
The difference between them and me is I AM A G
While you still tryin' to fix up your I M A G E
Fix up your image, ya click is a gimmick, ya pistols are rented
Ya click will diminish, cuz this is ya finish, nigga admit
Cuz every line you spit is invented, nigga I'm in it.
My zone, I'm hungry I won't turn down a meal
but don't shoot a deal at Chamill, and think that he won't turn down a mil'
Better get a whole 'lotta mics for this one, cuz no magazine wants to piss him off
Because I gotta loud voice in the south and I promise, niggaz is listening
Koopa

Louisiana, Oklahoma and Arkansas (Where else Cham?)
Mississippi, Georgia and Texas, I know ya wit me? (Yes I Am)
Color Changin' Click yep thats my fam
Paid in Full Records thats my fam
And anybody else I'm forgettin', Swishahouse (Here I Am)
Radio DJ's (Here I Am), and to all my fans (Here I Am)
Where that Northside (Here I Am)
Where that Southside (Here I Am)
DJ Screw Rest In Peace man
What will the south be without him?
Make em' respect us is my plan
The world ain't ready but here I Am

[No lyrics]

(*talking*)
Here lizard-lizard-liazrd, uh
It's the almighty King Koopa, Chamillionaire
The color changing lizard, the Mixtape Messiah
Please stand for the ghetto national anthem, let's go

[Hook - 2x]
Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm true-I'm true
You riding swangs you gripping grain, I do-I do
You candy red you candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
Don't know about you, but I'm true-I'm true

[Paul Wall]
Forget what these boys is talking bout, we wipe boys down
In South Park on MLK, on Sunday we clown
From the streets of Antoine, to the Homestead hoods
From Mo City to Studewood, it's all good
I'm riding on platinum grey, with Z-Ro and Trae
Gon let the top down, it's a beautiful day
Haters jealous on the sidelines, running they mouth
Cause I roll with T.I.P., the king of the South
Boys know I'm Paid In Full, so they clocking my dollas
Me, Poppy, Joe and Fox all riding Impalas
I'm breaking bread with Mike Jones, and Slim Thug the Boss
It's Paul Wall, still representing Swishahouse
I'm with my boy Big Kaila, I don't bar no hater
I'm on the grind for paper, I'll holla at ya later
Forget what they talking bout, I'm in love with my wealth
I ain't gotta say I'm true, cause true speak for itself baby

[Hook - 2x]

[Chamillionaire]
They say I'm the greatest of all time, and I say who and they say you
If she's a dime tell her I'm fine, and she'll say true-true
Turn up the bang if you into, something color changing the rims do
Sound like a train cause when I stop, they be like choo-choo-choo
And I'm thugging too homie, the heater kinda like Al Bundy's hand
Believe me everytime you see me, it's gon be in her pants
If I do a crime and you snitch, homie the heater will snitch too
Cause if the police come around, it'll be pointing at you
Somebody give mouth to mouth to this mic, after it melt
Cause the only rapper out rapping me is me, after myself
I hope you internet thugs, that will swear that I ain't the tightest
Have cyber sex with Cita, until you catch a virus
Why is he saying this, to piss boys off
I officially claim myself, the rap King of the South
The say I'm the greatest of all time, and I say who and they say you
And I say naw, give that title to the late great DJ Screw, rest in peace

[Hook - 2x]

[Lil' Flip]
The definition of a pimp is (me), cause I ain't doing shit for (free)
I got my own label now, if you ain't heard it's (Clover G's)
Now me and Will chasing the scrill, we pulling up on chrome wheels
Nigga, your royalty check looking like my phone bill
Quick to capping picture snapping, paparazzi follow me
Yeah I'm platinum I'll slap him, if he smoke up all my weed
I love to speed on dubs and Spre's, bitches leave the club with me
Snitches mean mugging me, don't make me bust my fucking heat
We popping trunks and smoking blunts, that sticky-ickie (ooh-wee)
Last year I did a mill, now I'm bout to do (three)
I bring the heat on every track, it's five G's for every bar
Just because I'm in a Porsche box, don't mean I like the spa
That don't mean I like the car, you know I'm down to break your jaw
Just because I burn rubber, that don't mean I like the tar
We ghetto stars in every state, like Pimp and Bun we keep it trill
And if you ain't heard, it's Lil' Flipper and Chamill'

[Hook]

[Chamillionaire]
See your rhyme's the kinda rhyme, that's flooded with punch lines
My rhyme's the kinda rhyme, that make niggas punch nine
One what dum-dum, the police gotta come down
And keep the kids from crying, too late cause you done dying
Raps dying without me, I need to breathe some breath in it
It seems like it's a shortage, of real niggas left in it
Ain't no if's and's or but's, somebody is deaf in it
The game got a lot of rappers, but I am the best in it nigga move

[Hook]
Fake niggas step aside, cause them real niggas coming through
You can try to stop my shine, but there is nothing you can do-oo
We ready, we ready for you
So respect my hustle my struggle, my mind and my grind
I can make it to the top, when they was saying I would lose
Now I got my middle finger, talking back to you
I done paid my dues, to get me respect where it's due
So respect my hustle my struggle, my mind and my grind

[Chamillionaire]
Gotta grind, gotta stay on my grind
If your scheme ain't bout green, your transaction get declined
If your scheme ain't bout green, I forgot it nevermind
If your team ain't my team, get in line and get behind
I'm next up in line, headed up there with Jay-Z and them
Big E and Em-inem, and I can't even swim
But ain't too many niggas I know, that go as deep as them
And me uh-um freestyle, naw I don't need a pen
It's me your kin, the one major labels love to call
Got Chamillionaire on the line did you get him, naw
Yep I kept with it, the rapper got slept with it
Said my mixtapes was cool, and my album had no depth in it
Niggas criticizing Koopa, now Koopa addressing it
Stop crying playa, go get a dress and go dress in it
Or put your money against my uppercut punch, and let's win it
Your right eye swollen shut, and your left get left squinted Koopa

[Hook]

[Paul Wall]
I'm the people's champ, you the people's chump
You talking BFI trash, but you still a punk
I'm on the road to success, and I'm ready to drive
I'm in the fast lane, you still trying to catch a ride
I heard it through the grapevine, you been talking down
But you be riding my dick, soon as I come around
I know you see me shining, I know it hurts your heart
I'm one hundred percent, I've been it from the start
I always kept it real, you always kept it fake
I always showed love, you always showed hate
You think the game owe you, but you ain't got a clue
If you be good to the game, it'll be good to you
You claiming that you real, but you like a piece of glass
I can see through your lies, you falling off fast
You trying to sprint as fast as you can, the whole race
But you'd be better off, keeping at a steady pace stay in ya place

[Hook]

[No lyrics]

[Hook]
She wants me to give up the life, of being a playa
And running the streets with my partnas, but in exchange fa'
Plenty of love and the comfort, but I don't blame her
If I give you the world, would you do me a favor
Promise to deal with the life, of a entertainer
I'm grinding 24/7, so I can't save ya
Maybe one day, I'll put that ring on your finger
I can't give you the world, until I get this paper

[Chamillionaire]
Now we arguing and she curses, saying the money's worthless
Arguments turn to fights, and as soon as she throws that first fist
I'm ready to hurt this girl, look how she turned this
Thang sour, when every kiss use to seem like the first kiss
Now do I desert this partnership, or just work this out
When I know damn well, the problems gonna resurface
Forget the less cause first it's money, cause money turned this
Into real estate purchases, and Gucci purses
I ain't no expert kid, but I'll tell ya I learned this
Entertainment game can, come with permanent curses
Either she telling you, you the father of her kids
Or slamming the do' in your face, like it's none of your biz'
Living this earth is, harder than red dirt is
Plus society gon judge you, on what you worth is
I'm trying to make sure, the finest food touches your lips
So I'm grinding daily for both of us, we deserve this

[Hook]

[50/50 Twin]
I put a ring on your finger, when the time is right
Love can't pay the bills, so I grind all night
Don't come to the block tripping, trying to find a fight
God don't see us through, we gave Christ our life
See you gave me the world, when you gave me a girl
Peep this we made a heaven, so that's heaven on earth
I'm trying to make sure y'all set, before I'm buried in dirt
We done cheated on eachother, causing worry and hurt
But despite of your past, despite of my past
Everybody make mistakes, we both learned from that
You Bonnie I'm Clyde, let's earn this cash
For you if I was in the gang, I would burn the flag
We knew each other for a week, you put up your cards
And brought me out of jail for three week, filled cigars
I was like save your money, but you said hell naw
I explained myself now, must go stack mail girl what

[Hook]

[Paul Wall]
I remember the first time, that I saw your face
I got shivers when I looked in your eyes, but times change
And even though, you'll never be replaced
I let love loose and got wise, but I ain't tripping baby
I use to feel like, we was made for each other
But you was taking up, too much of my time
Cause how can I support a family, if I'ma make you a mother
When I ain't got time to go grind, so get your mind right
I'm feeling like, it wasn't timed right
Cause we started getting involved, right after I hit the limelight
It started seeming like, you want me to choose
But I'm right in the middle of a game, that I can't lose
I had to put our love affair on hold, so I hope you don't think
I'm trying to do you wrong, and leave you out in the cold girl
Me and you, was like best friends
Maybe later on in the future, we'll decide how the story ends girl

[Hook]

[Lew Hawk]
I'm trying my best to give you the world, but you just don't feel it
I'm trying to keep your wrist iced, and your waist Gucci fitted
And I know your friends jealous, when we flossing the scene
Cause you be Prada head to toe, while I'm starched and clean
And a love like this, it's gon cost a little
All I ask in return, is you cool off a little
While I'm stacking this cheddar, making a life for us
Is it really hard to see, I'm doing what's right for us
I'm thinking bubble baths shorty, while we sip champagne
Reminiscing good times, while we play kiss games
And this flow is from the heart, ain't no need for games
And you've been down from the start, and I don't want that to change
Speaking of change baby girl, please remember this
If your ass block my change, then your ass get dismissed
This bout walking papers, no remorse at all
Psyche I love you girl, I just want's to ball

[Hook]

[Paul Wall]
My life, ain't all peaches and cream
This fame thing and this game bring, more pain than it seem
I ain't trying to be depressed, and I'm greatful for my blessing
But sometimes it just feels like, there's some'ing missing
I got all the answers, but ain't no questions
I wonder if God's, just trying to teach me a lesson
The situations progressing, it's getting stressing
I hope I don't fail my test and, the heat is on
They say that pressure, busts pipes
So I keep my cool, and thank God for every breath of my life
I'm taking steps to the right, but still I end up wrong
I'm built for the ocean, but I'm stuck in this backyard pond
I'm trying to maintain my pace, in the place I belong
I'm going for the gold, but I keep getting bronze
Who do I call to for advice, when all my mentors gone
This is my life, this ain't just the words to my song what do I do

[Hook: Monetana]
What do you do, when them haters after you
Keep it real and keep it true, get that dirt up off of you
Still swang and bang Screw, Swishahouse like what it do
Don't let them see the sweat on you, just keep it real

[Paul Wall]
This one here's for Broderick Brown, locked down
A 45 year sentence, I don't like how that sound
We've been homies since Middle School, we were childhood chums
But you got caught up, by life in the slums
I'm thinking bout, where your life went
45 years of your life spent, with a aggravated robbery indictment
You plead guilty, for a lesser charge
Even though the judge was harsh, God's still in charge
I be wishing that, I could go back in time
And tell the judge that that nine, and the strack was mine
That would be fine, but I guess it's too late for that
I know that court appointed lawyer, was whack
Ain't it ironic though, you went in Ferguson you end up in the Penn
And the only way that we communicate, is through a pen
Don't give up, just do what you do
Live your life don't let your life live you, just keep on moving

[Hook]

[Paul Wall]
People think, my life is all about raps and such
If I'm suppose to have it good, why is my life so rough
I'm walking straight, but sometimes I need to lean on a crutch
Nobody told me life would get this tough, you gotta feel me though
Cause I ain't trying to be sad
I thank God for everything I got, and all the blessings I had
I work hard I still grind, all night in the lab
The best friends I ever had, was a pen and a pad
Cause people talking down, hating on me
Yeah we use to be down, but now you shady homie
I see 'em all up on the Internet, debating on me
Wondering when will I flop, I know they waiting on me
A lot of rappers is jealous, saying all that we rap about is swangas
Mad cause they c.d.'s, below the shelf like hangers
Should I retaliate the hate, and pay 'em back ten fold
They got me running hot, but I'm standing out in the cold what do I do

[Hook]

(Thanks to Travis for these lyrics)

[Chamillionaire]
Oooh-ooooh-oooh-oo-ooh
Just believe, something real freaky's going down
Oooh-ooooh-oooh-oo-ooh
Take a sip of this, and just let it relax your mind
Oooh-ooooh-oooh-oo-ooh
Please do not disturb, on the door you see that sign

[Hook]
Oooh-ooooh-oooh, I'm really feeling you
If you can keep a secret, then I'll keep a secret too
And this is what we'll do I'll, be your number two
I can let you feel on me, if you just let me feel on you
Oooh-ooooh-oooh, I know you got a man
Your undercover lover, I can be your back up plan
And we can just pretend we're, nothing more than friends
The sex will never end, that way everybody wins

[Chamillionaire]
Their dorms their college, their brains share knowledge
I tip toe through the back do', and no one gon hear about it
And if your boo try to search you, in any clue get spotted
I hope the lipstick, that is smeared on your top lip is not it
Naw we don't sip Hypnotic, we sipping Henny and some Crimevicts
So take a sip of this, and just let it relax your mind
Your body's calling me informing me, that you're freakier than normally
Birthday suit has been worn for me, latex condom put on for me
Protection in the briefcaser, plenty of lead with no eraser
Trojan Man gotta be safer, ladies that plot for my treat paper
Watching a man while he chase her, trying to figuer out whether she faithful
But the minute that he takes her, break them C-H-I-C taker
He running round like he gangsta, don't think your girl can't get lead
To the edge of the bedspread, hungry for sex she can get fed
Spread her legs or get fed head, she's wearing that yellow pink thong
She's got her wedding ring on, but it still never seems wrong, Koopa

[Hook]

[Chamillionaire]
See getting money's like sex, and I'm having a manage G
Gold diggers can't F' with me, like I'm having a manage me
A hoe see the ice and she start tripping, like your broad can't skeet
Koopa get a hot steamy ain't creamy, but uh-naw it ain't T
If it's her first time with me, she'll do her thang like she knew me
Can't stand a booshie hoe, a booshie hoe can't enthuse me or amuse me
Can't stand a groupie, cause a groupie's purpose is usually to use me
They usually hop on the next dick, when they see 50 Cent or Juve
Who he that's Koopa, but he look like 50 Cent oh yeah
Well G-G-G-G-ge-ge-ge-get the hell out of here yeah
If this ain't just about the sex, don't waste your time
Money jewelry and fame, should be the last thing on your mind
You steady trying to be like them, Chamillion trying to be like Ben Franklin
Cause a girl that I think is feeling me, say she like him aaah
Don't worry naw, Koopa not disappointed
I look to' as the do', stick my finger out like this and point it
Leave, with me it's a ghetto version of Girls Gone Wild
Niggas probably heard our sound, gotta use a very large towel
To stick under the do' she's moaning, trying to wake up any sleep takers
Screaming obscenities at me, she got a foul mouth like she T. Draper
Sheet shaker heat maker, wanna be down then I replace her
Cameras'll get your cart I'm smart, you will not ever see the taper
What we did let me lace ya, up in some game while she take a
Sip of the Henny or a skeet taste of, some of this Rum minus the chaser yeah

[Hook]

[Chamillionaire]
I got some Henn got some Crime, got some Remmy and it's time
To take a sip of this, and just let it relax your mind
Your body is so fine, girl I'm peeping your design
Somehow it feels right, tell me how can I decline
Please do not disturb on that door, you see that sign
There'll be no interrupting, something freaky on my mind
Sipping going doo-own, stripping going doo-own
She know what's on my mii-ind, I'm ready to bump and grii-ind
Oooh-ooooh-ooo-oooh, oooh-ooooh-oooh-ooooh
Oooh-ooooh-ooo-oooh, oooh-ooooh-oooh-ooooh

[Devin the Dude]
Your man use to fuck you down, but now he's slacked up
She's running all over town, I think he's gonna need back up
I'll be your relief pitcher, dick up in your mitt
There's no cork off in my bat, so it's somewhat illegal hit
Boom over the fence, rinse off my balls when I'm finished
Yes she's probably a good sport, but he's got you playing tennis
Running after balls, dodging all your calls
You're horny wanna grind him, but you just can't find him
So here's what you do, call 832-567
You remember the rest, just ask for Devin
Yes I'll come quick, but not too soon
Leaving nutty rubbers, all over the room
Don't forget to bring the pill, the dress I like and high heels
Some extra panties if you will, we can chill
I'll never wanna come between you and him, understand
But if you ever need a back up plan, I'm your man

[Hook]

(*humming*)

[Chamillionaire]
Now she's mo-ving through the club, in her gangsta strut
Her weapon's loaded up, and now she's aiming to bust ow-ow
So gangsta, the way she shoots
You found a thug, I'm down with you
Instead of filling him up with lead, with gun shots to the head
She's at the bar she's getting him drunk, and he taking shots to the head
Now he's laying stiff off in the bed, but no he's not really dead
See that punk drunk and he passed out, while she dash out with his bread
You bum a clot see you done forgot, nigga you dumb you not
Suppose to go buy a mall for a hoe, cause she wanna shop
See ya not suppose to buy a car lot, cause she want a drop
Maybe not go buy a mountain, just cause that hoe wanted a rock
Niggaz better stick to the G-code, speaking to hoes with my teeth froze
I peep hoes like a peephole, cause I'm sneaky I sneak hoes
Like a thief out of the clothes, and they don't even expect it
One minute she's telling her friend I'm cute, until poof she's naked
Yes it's the thick hips and the big tits, and her lipstick and her cleavage
And her weave is weaponry, and security didn't see this
She is dressed to kill, you blind if you think she ain't a
Visual Soprano can't handle her, cause she's gangsta

(*humming*)

[Chamillionaire]
She cocks it back and pull and shoot, cause she can see I'm pulling roofs
Off the top of the new drop, but she forgot I'm bulletproof
My chest is a permanent vest, I guess I'm not who you thought
No matter how fine or smart, a girl can not damage my heart
Think you've guessed it right, she's trying to get you for your cream
But it's alright tonight, I've also got a scheme
To hear nice things, like I wan' get between them jeans
And then I'ma send you home, ain't nothing but wedding dreams
See every cent is equivalent to a bullet, so it ain't no
Damn hoe, giving me the shooter run out of my ammo
I'm like Rambo in the cruiser, I maneuver with a Ruger
Cause I'm sitting propped up on the non-stoppers, any jacker with a prover
Excuse her who you talking to sir, nigga I'm talking to you
See that hoe came in the club with me, how could she walk in with you
Nigga I don't know I ain't certain, you ain't gotta be no brain surgeon
If you got game then it ain't working, nigga getting two to the brain curtains
You seen that show t.v. Bachelor, how them ladies react
Well everyday Chamillionaire's life is like, a episode of that
Ha-ha her car break down on a hill, I bet she make you get out and push
Taking that chick to Foot Locker, she never leave without a Swoosh and that's gangsta

(*talking*)

[Chamillionaire]
Million tempted by female, them smelling so good
She get in bed he swelling, she tell him he sho' should
Sex and sweat and yelling, them can tell I'm so hood
So I think I'm bout to claim her, I'm bout to tame her
Danger, damage you better believe she ain't ya
Average type of gangsta, excuse me what is your name girl
Danger, she's dressed to kill she's gangsta
Looking like a model, while she's kissing trying to bang ya
Smoking holes in dead bodies, just pulling hoes with their bodies
Full of tattoos matter fact who, running with boo and nails prbably
A drug dealer or a thug nigga, with a couple rocks in his left shoe
Chopping up rocks till he get through, but he trying to get a knot to impress you
Tell me what the hell is his purpose, putting diamonds all on her fist
The reason you doing dirt kiss, money could buy that guy he's worthless
Game tighter than her skirt is, as she leaves him in pieces
Till she eases her cleavage out, and sees it's his weakness
Think, your body's tight the mood is right and if it seems
That you're not in love with my money, more than me
I'll be the king on the throne, you can be my queen
Baby let's get it on, come be on my dream team

(*humming*)

[Chamillionaire]
See I'm telling you fellas, she more gangsta than you'll ever be
She get cheddar can get a G, without cocking the desert E'
Never shot been on lock a lot, but it wasn't for felonies
Man fussing and handcuffing, he doesn't wanna let her free
Hispanic, Asian, Caucasian, even my Black queens
Not all of them are after do', though
Eighty percent of them, are only after that green
She wanna slam candy do's, and ride 4's
But, no-no-no-no
Baby I don't think so, I don't think sooo
She wanna slam, candy do's
Tell her I don't think so, I don't think sooo

[Intro]
Exit the realest road, on the highway
It's my block homie, now you headed my way
Ignore her, like nice cars in the driveway
Walk inside, and let your troubles fly away
Hmmm-hmmm-hmm, I feel your pain
I feel your pain, it's the house of pain
Welcome to the house of pain, aaaaaaaaaah

[Chamillionaire]
Walking that hallway where mom say, she get treated the wrong way
And all day, dude just argue about it all day
And all they, never handle it in a calm way
She throws stuff at him, while he tries to hop out of harm's way
And y'all say, that it ain't no place like home
Which is true, cause home is really like no place I've known
They can't see the light is dark, even with the light bulbs on
But even when the good times day, life goes on
Yeah look in the bathroom, look at this girl throwing up
Naw she's not sick, but she's sick of life cause she knows it sucks
Cause her father's, not around to see her growing up
Her birthday's tomorrow, we know that bastard ain't showing up
Look at him po'ing up, liquor in the kitchen
Daddy got problems, he treat liquor like the prescription
He's broke and he blame mama, cause she can't fix him
Now the neighbors whisp'ring, bout how the family became victims
But don't piss him off, cause you know that he's violent
You know he won't quit, throwing his fist till she's silent
911, can somebody please dial it
Lord please, could you help me put a end to this riot

[Hook]
Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmmmm-hmm, I feel your pain
I feel your pain-I feel your pain, welcome to the house of pain

[Yung Ro]
Open the door to my home, and you'll see nobody man
And a sign that says, Welcome to Nobody Land
Now if you take a look around, you will see it's so easy
To notice the pain, and my mother's heart bleeding
Trying to make ends meet, ain't no father to help
But besides the bills she needs some love herself
Now she's screaming her son's name, Lil' Ro come home
Thirty minutes passed, she realized Yung Ro gone
He can't deal with the stress, embedded in his brain
So he takes it physically, but tell me who's to blame
Was it the dope or mama fussing, know his daddy was gone
A bad day, or was it just life alone
He's so stressed on the edge, and his palms are flinching
Now the police trying to warn him, bout consequences
But only God can judge me, so nigga fuck your jail
Cause when I'm dead, my niggas can't bond me out of hell

(*talking*)
Dear Lord, the house of pain is yours
Sometimes I cried, I complained
Cause it hurt so much, I was confused
But then I realized, when I needed you the most
Is when I'm crying, I'm hurt
Or when I'm struggling, thank you

[Bridge]
When I'm struggling, baby
And I really don't know, what else to do
I just need a little faith, I need praying
Can't call on no one's help, but you
I know the Lord, gon feel my pain
And I trust that, you gon help me through
Cause I know, you feel my pain
Feel my paa-aaaain

[Chamillionaire]
Come inside his brother's in jail, he copes putting drugs in himself
And his mother is well, she's not being a mother cause hell
There's no dinner on the table, he does it himself
With the drugs that he sells, his old man does he need help
Naw-uh look in the living room, there's no surviving
TV images of him, and Osama Bin Loden
They feeding me them images, but I'm really not buying
What them guys in the office saying, quit with the lying
Never ask for the drama, just mash for a dolla
Trying to get a dolla, to buy pampers for his daughter
But then he gotta hear his mama, and baby mama holla
Just cause he ain't got a lot of money, he got nada
Never asked for the drama, just asked for a cama
After the line of zeros, and after the time of
Of patience started buzzing, he blasted your honor
He caught a case, but he was chasing after a dolla

50-50 Mill twin...Lew Hawk.. Chamillionaire, Paul wall the color changin click, Paid in full records, check ya sound scans we the waterboys

[Hook]
Mayne Forget what them boys is talkin bout I'm true, i'm true. Your ridin swangs your grippin grain I do I do. Your candy red your candy blue your poppin trunk your jammin screw whatever it is you plan to do be true to you.

Forget what them boys is talkin bout I'm true, i'm true(i'm soo truue) . Your ridin swangs your grippin grain I do I do. Your candy red your candy blue your poppin trunk your jammin screw them waterboys we so true to you.

[50-50 Mill Twin]
Come the h-town plexion you leave with a bloody mouth,
thats all we do is dirt in the dirrty muggy muddy south. If the cd in your deck aint screwed, ehect and cut it off i ask em is that that laid back slow and sluggish talk. before show time no rubbin wood, i go and rub the boss..rims so big when i park the top of the truck above the house. you jammed up and do no time we all above the law, oh yeah them boys fly south we boys haul a bunch a raw..

[Chamillionaire]
Mayne forget they talkin bout its true our stacks stand tall. in houston we get more buck bucks then a reggae dance hall. I'm free valet, everday cant say i aint got no damn pull, i pull up with the top droppin like errr-err-err-pouhh.. ladies dont ride wit me i dont blow the AC, cause my next chili like the third member of TLC. Put me in a old folks home if you talkin bout gettin some bucks cause my wallet got senoir citizens in it, 50's and up. Its Koopa.

[Hook]
Mayne Forget what them boys is talkin bout I'm true, i'm true. Your ridin swangs your grippin grain I do I do. Your candy red your candy blue your poppin trunk your jammin screw whatever it is you plan to do be true to you.

Forget what them boys is talkin bout I'm true, i'm true(i'm soo truue) . Your ridin swangs your grippin grain I do I do. Your candy red your candy blue your poppin trunk your jammin screw them waterboys we so true to you.

[Lew Hawk]
forget what these boys are talkkin bout we players not no squares. there's more lights in my mouth than the lights in times square. i swear these boys be knowin we drippin candy off the dropper cause our paint changin colors like the hair on Cindy Lauper. Forget what these boys is talkin bout im true on 22. my neck wrist and mouth stay below 22...degrees please cheese no cash is what im bout, no need for social securtiy check my safe deposit box wooow.

[Paul Wall]
forget what they talkin bout spreewells rotate fast. my mental navigation system set on locate cash..i got to keep my pockets fatter than andre the giant my rims pokin out like wings but my car aint flyin..look forget what they talkin bout the waterboys be true, my billphone is thick and chunky kinda like beef stew. they askin if its stuff to wear what i got on each shoe cause im ridin on the type of glass that aint see through...baby

[Hook]
Mayne Forget what them boys is talkin bout I'm true, i'm true. Your ridin swangs your grippin grain I do I do. Your candy red your candy blue your poppin trunk your jammin screw whatever it is you plan to do be true to you.

Forget what them boys is talkin bout I'm true, i'm true(i'm soo truue) . Your ridin swangs your grippin grain I do I do. Your candy red your candy blue your poppin trunk your jammin screw them waterboys we so true to you.

[50-50 Mill Twin]
Boys be perpetratin purple, they gotta stop actin, more cars in my garage than 5 o-clock traffic. In houston i keep an iron in case i gotta stop static, like shoes tied together you trippin i gotta pop at it.

[Chamillionaire]
Ey they say where it if the shoe fits so i found out 22's did. Without it the games empty like the space in Lews tooth is. Big rocks and a wrist watchin, the FPD's watchin, and if gettin money's illegal, ey i think imma need Cockren.

[Paul Wall]
all my mind in all time who thinkin money over music. smell ya grind time so these bustas cant do ya. its the waterboy bafoons go and lock the game. if its a hall of fame gone stuntin, go on and hang our name up woooww.

[Lew Hawk]
21 years in the game i spit 21 payin dues my wallet fatter now than a 5 year old tyin shoes. My slappin beat up on the block i left the concret dues. You better check the billboards for the latest waterboys news....

[Hook}
Mayne Forget what them boys is talkin bout I'm true, i'm true. Your ridin swangs your grippin grain I do I do. Your candy red your candy blue your poppin trunk your jammin screw whatever it is you plan to do be true to you.

(Thanks to Donovan for these lyrics)

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