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Chamillionaire - I Mean That There lyrics
Mix Tape Messiah.. (*talking*) Yeah uh-huh, Chamillitary mayn, Chamillitary mayn And I mean that there, and I mean that there And I mean that there, yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah-yeah, and I mean that there And I mean that there, and I mean that there yeah-yeah [Chamillionaire] Not a angel I'm filled with anger, to the industry I'm a danger They make friends with dick suckers, said they tell you that I'm a stranger Kick some dirt on my name, but really how can I blame you I'm the next to blow, so they put me on punishment for bad behavior They said I should of went major, but I'm a procrastinator I get the job done playa, but I'm busy now ask me later Stay with a calculator, my lawyer get a grand retainer Why cause I'm a better business man, than your average hater But now I wanna ask a favor, don't talk to me like I'm stupid Got no love for you haters, so send that message to cupid Give a shout out to Who Kid, (why give a shout out to Who Kid) Cause I'm wearing something, that match the size of a G-Unit shoe kid What's that a nine stupid, you do the math why I tried to be nice to the dyke, but that was my last try And since it seems the industry, is infatuated with the bad guy I'm spitting and pissing on gimmick niggaz, when they pass by Get mad that I get green, you dealing with the Hulk I put my anger in the music, nigga this is the result Did a hundred thousand independent, now I move c.d.'s in bulk Check on Chamillionaire.com, my fan base is a cult I'm that nigga that'll spot you, see you in the streets and box you You acting like you a problem, I bet I do something bout you Run the South when it come to making mix tapes, I'm a monster Napster crashed, but I wanna give a special shout out to Kazaa Long as Lil' Jon, and Manny keep making beats Chamillionaire gon be a ghetto millionaire, in these streets I speak my mind, so stop acting so sentimental You soft, if you go to jail you'll get used for a prison pillow You scared, shooting slugs behind the bushes and not a brick Like a bush is gon protect you, you know who you dealing with Chamillitary hideous mood, and I pity the fool If I walk in I bet every sissy, in the city'd move Ain't got to walk a city for food, like Diddy did dude If you hungry for drama, I'll see that my Semi get chewed Give me the tool I'm from Texas, but I ain't no damn bammer Mess with Killa Mike, Ron Thomas that Quo down in Atlanta Lil' Flip and my man Banner, come here and get man handled By Slim, E.S.G., OG Ron C fix your damn channel If you think we all right thurr, and speaking with bad grammar I know Bun B, Lil' O and S.U.C. ain't no damn bammers Rasaq ain't no damn bammer, Play-N-Skillz ain't no damn bammers The clip in the hand jammer, to use it for a damn hammer Hit you on top of your head, and leave humps like a tan camel Keep a couch with a full house, like Dan Tanner That's plenty of bricks, that's plenty of chips There's plenty of fine groupies, there's plenty of chicks Like dominatrix chicks, there's plenty of whips So you bricks can do a flip, off the end of my dick Get off the end of my tip, nigga you a crash test dummy You album dropped you smile and frown, after the math get funny I'm getting all my publishing, never had that kept from me I'm buying Color Changin' vehicles, with my ass cap money Promises that they gave you, made you feel like you major Navigator and two-way pager, they gave you then made you Go lie about how they paid you, and never will play you You's a puppet go get a refund, I think that they played you You album was whack huh, it's still on the rack huh Repo man hopped in your vehicle, they took it back huh You go get a dagger, then hop in a cab huh You looking for a A&R or CEO, you can stab huh Did a hundred thousand independent, ain't really nothing to prove I make a million disappear, quicker than Nelly with jewels See the industry wouldn't listen, so I stopped being a humble guy Now I'm the come get it, if you ready to royal rumble guy And I mean that there, and I mean that there And I mean that there jeah, (throw you out the game) |
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