[Chamillionaire]
I know they gon' get pissed over
This flow that I did for ya
Forget what them tricks told ya
I'm slick with the pistol-a
No purple in his soda..but I'll sell ya the bar
16 bars cost 35 throw a dollar at ya boy
The next ***** that talk down, and say that ballin' rap ain't real
I'ma slap that broke ***** with 10 hundred dollar bills
Then I'ma ask how real is that? and I'ma let you keep the change
Waitress shinin' at IHOP, no tip Owl left you piece and change
Fedarelli think I'm sellin' syrup, swisher sweet and 'caine
But I'm really pimpin' hoes, want head? I'll let you lease her brain
Even hoes try to make me buy them 20 inch tires
Yeah I give them hoes the Visa, but you know that hoes expired
So the card get's rejected
And the braud get's rejected
When she try to get back on my sack, she'll get slapped
money ain't sex it's males and
Females can get it, gettin' money is tough
Cuz I got most of it already, the U.S. didn't print enough
Chamillionaire is no bluff, I ain't have no trouble to sell
Plus I go fed ex like overnight government mail
Thuggin' as well with Thugga-Man
I'm ready to cut a man
Put on my rubber and
Get off in your mother then..
Burn her off my rubber-bands
trunk is cracked
To hell with throwbacks
A ***** throwin' throwbacks back
I'm wearin' throw-ahead jerseys "Koopa what the hell is that?"
A NBA jersey with a College *****s name on the back
He ain't even hit the league, I got em'..in home and away colors
I'm ashamed of this rap game, like the mother's of gay brothers
Yall *****s rappin' gay..and the underground is mine
It's the Mixtape Messiah and I've come to get my crown
Spent yo money on platinum..I put my dough in my mouth
While yall *****s is eatin' cookies stuffin' dough in ya mouth
Even if Rayface recorded all my vocals low
You've got to hear it, I'm the best and you supposed to know
King

[Chamillionaire]
All the hoes up in the club get in free before 10
They rather pay 10 to see if the Chamillion's goin in
Fa'sho then
Me and Lester Boy gon' buy out the bar
While ya eyes is on my car, I got my eyes on ya braud
I'm not classy, grab on ya ass when ya pass me
And have the nerve to say I didn't do it when ya asked me
Nasty, call me what you want except broke
Cuz soon as you do, they gon' be like this ***** got jokes
Ha-Ha, have you see where the Chamillionaire stay?
Have you seen what the neon lights up in the trunk say?
Truck stay sittin' low, and the screens in the truck play
I get more green then a vegetarian buffet
I get more bank then a NBA back board
Stack yours while we slam black Cadillac doors
2 Tellies watchin' Nelly, and 3 Tellies showin' Belly
Big ballin like some meat-balls in a damn deli
Callin' Sam on my celly
When she tellin' me she ready to come braid my hair-my hair like R.Kelly
Could tell *****z I cut hair, they be like "So what?"
Bite ya chilli-bowl with my ice-grill and give ya ass a cold-cut
Get it? and even if ya don't then forget it
Just remember when my album hit the stores to go and get it
I'm twistin' my wrist and I'm sparklin' and glistenin'
Shh!, listen and you can hear the ladies just whisperin'
Lookin' like I was up in the North Pole and I was fishin'
Seen some ice water and stuck my whole fist in
Messin' up your vision, when the twinkies be twistin'
I feel pain, when I grip grain but I ain't trippin'
If I'm not hittin' licks with Lil' Yo up in the bricks
Then I'm hoppin' up in the 6, might pop me a lil crist'
I cannot, give you a kiss, leave ya lips and ya tongue frozen
My whole mouth golden, gotta porno star posin'
On the back of my album cover, if I discover
That'll hot girl is not a hot girl, then I'll just shove her
Cuz I'ma guerilla out the gutta, I'm so sick mayne
I pull up on chrome and I watch a ***** lip hang
If Miss Thang, actin' like she really Miss Thang
Won't see me spit game, unless she gotta thick frame
Look mayne, ain't nothin' the Chamillionaire can't get
I'm ballin' like Bill Gates gave me a blank check
My paint wet, might leave a happy-hater upset
Ice on my neck drippin' down my back and got my butt wet
What you thought, the Chamillionaire wasn't throwed or somethin?
I be rollin' on buttons, and got em' sayin' "He shol' be stuntin'"
***** get ya mind correct, the house is the ish
Everybody flash ya wrist and let ya diamond glist

[Chamillionaire]
I'm the don, I didn't have no date to the prom
But I showed up with more then one princess on my arm
When it comes down to the rims, that I pick to roll
It's like a playbook play, I just pick and roll
I make mother nature wet, when I grabbed her ass
Now screens fall like rain on my wood-grain dash
They should make me the official 20 inch spokesman
Cuz what them lil' kids say when they see the spokes "MAN!"
Koopa's a punk? That ain't no thought to think
Make you use your tongue in no water to wash the sink
You'se a dun-carrier, stone-barrier, yung barrier
Funny like Eddie Murphy or Jim Carrey, uh
If I wasn't the best and it was you they picked first
That's like runnin' past Juvenile to go and get Turk
Hold up..you need to get your priority's straight
The only ice you got is icing on a party cake
And since I don't trust you and you don't trust me
Call Bubba Sparxx, it's bout to get Ugly
When I come through on elbows pokin' out of my Rolls
Do the math, who's gon' be left with all the ugly hoes
You!, cuz all the fine women is comin' with me
I'm not a minute man cuz ya women is comin' in 3
Does it matter if ya owe me? it doesn't to me
Cuz if you don't pay then you can get some trouble for free
I'm not the Fresh Prince, Carlton, or Phillip Banks
But I make enough cash deposits to fill-up banks
Oooh!, did I just say that? I impress myself
I'm the god of rap, so I'm bout to bless myself

"The next ***** that talk down, and say that ballin' rap ain't real
I'ma slap that broke ***** with 10 hundred dollar bills"

Real Underground....

[Chamillionaire]
The walkin' chandellier is here, but hey something is weird
Door-handles disappeared got shaved off like a beird
NBA Live and Metal Gear *****, look at ya bimbo
Climbin' in the window, "I just want to play the Nintendo"
Hold up a second kinfolk, ya missing ya slut
Ya misses got stuck, while she was tryin' to get in the truck
I tryed to roll the window up and when I did it got stuck
Now all you candy paint, her legs and her butt
People always mistake me for Mannie Fresh
'Cause hoes see the way I dress and say "Man He Fresh"
Ask Mista Madd, Kat ain't the man to test
So many K's he got the Ku Klux Klan impressed
Hold up a second kinfolk, Koopa shoot the bazooka
And handcuffin' boyfriends don't even introduce her
to Koopa if you don't want Koopa to come and scoop her
With screens fallin' like hoola-hoops on a hoola-hooper
Hold up a second kinfolk, she don't wanna share me
This ain't no funeral stop actin' like an obituary
*Phone Rings*, Operator give me the nearest library
'Cause these hoes keep beggin' me for some dictionary
Bag chicks in the flag-ship, I'ma show all my books
She said she never heard of me before but know all my hooks
That's the way it always begin
The story will end
with me and Victoria in the Victoria Inn
Knock-Knock before I open the door for your whore
I'll put my jewlrey in the drawer so I can look like I'm poor
Put a ice-pack on my back so I can look like I'm sore
Get a massage from ya braud while we lookin' at porn
Hold up a second kinfolk, I get respect and your last
*****z that think I won't make em' cry like tear gas
You want me for trouble I open a can of whoop ass
I got the game locked, like gladlock zip bags
No kids, so ain't no children callin' me poppa
Only time I'ma poppa, is when the heat 'll go blocka
Until then I'm the one-hitter quitter, hater dropper
When you fall on the floor, I'ma use ya face to mop a
hall way all day, on the C-Wall with a camera
Damnit bruh, I forgot to give a shout-out to Tamera
Well this my shout-out for you, I hope this is cool
To you know who, and you know who Chamillion said what it do
Yeah

What ever happen to Big Tyger. I forgot the name of the track he and Cham did but that shit was hot.

[Chamillionaire]
A walkin' holiday, my nickname is Ballaween
*whistles* plop, watch out for the fallin' screens
Got more green then a seattle supersonic sweater letter
Ice is nothin' but light like the weight of a feather
My ring is a prostitute, my princess cut slut
Stick ya finger in her butt and it'll cost 10 bucks
Ice crushed like a slush but it ain't nothin' to we
If a ***** walk into a store and spend less then a G
Like shaggy, it wasn't me, that's somethin' you'll never see
See I see more ice then crushed ice in a icee
Matter-fact if my rap were wack, I'd still make stacks
Could go platinum if I dissed every city on every track
If I was born with a mean midget attached to my arm
I'd still be the one that hoes wanna take to the prom
Mad 'cause you get as many girls as a gang full of gay boys
My trunk got more bump then a ass full of himroids
I'ma, trade in a benz for a pinto with no rims
And ask the hoes again "You still wanna be friends?"
It seems like all them haters been hatin' us lately
Because we get more icing then donuts and pastries
100 G's or 8 G's, don't matter I'll make G's
We make more dough then Keebler elves in bakery's
Don't hate me, hate the game
Don't hate that we make change
Chamillionaire came through and I'll correct your brain

"Could go platinum if I dissed every city on every track
If I was born with a mean midget attached to my arm
I'd still be the one that hoes wanna take to the prom
Mad 'cause you get as many girls as a gang full of gay boys"


Real Unground....

[Chamillionaire]
The Buddhists they holla Buddah, make sinners say hollaluah
I'm the God of mix tapes, watch me drive the Impala through the
Ghetto twenty inch metal, go get your two college rulers
I'll teach you how to correct your speech, but I'm not a tutor
How you playas gonna deny the answer, to all your prayers
It's not fair, you can not compete Chamillionaire
Attitude stinky, from now on when I'm round y'all
Sniff I know you can feel me *****, like a bloodhound dog
I done took over the streets, so they call me the groundhog
When these boys on a cold streak, I bring heat like a brown log
In the fire place you fired, I'm the boss you the maid
I would suspend you with no pay, but you never got paid
Don't talk down shut up, like a attic door on the ceiling
Boy I'm a villain, you ain't got no royal you's a kitten
Sipping on some sour milk, Color Changin' tower get crushed
There ain't a plane, that can wreck and crash harder than us
Seems like we beefing, but I ain't even know we had problems
Maybe cause our money's stacked, like Tetris rows in columns
Not a Saint I'm a lunatic, Nelly ain't colder than him
You going down down baby, speak on us again
You can't win won't say your name, unless you get rich off of me
Cause if I say your name, then that would be free publicity
Speak under your breath about royalty, is something you don't do
And I bet you think this song is about you, don't you

[Chamillionaire]
-Uh
Treat me like a lawyer, the next time that you wanna book yo show
Cuz if you didn't send me my dough I'ma be a no-show
Slow-mo, you get screwed by ya label and ya DJ
While ya women gettin' screwed in the place where she brush her teeth mayne
And I ain't talkin' bout the bathroom, man she say
she love me, wanna see me again like I'm instant replay
We paid in full, it's the Color Changin' Click
Which car do I wanna drive? take a color changin' pick
Yall boys need to retire, go sit next to Bill Walton
Cuz while we ballin' y'all'a prolly be still talkin'
Garage like a B-Ball goal with the rims bent
If it don't get new rims, nothing's goin' in it
Blended, how my rims get..called for traveling
Even when the car is parked in the spot where I'm standin' in
The streets is raw, people peepin' ya car
Wish they..got what you got greedy people are
Not street ballers tryna hoop throwin up shots in the paint;
More like jackers tryna jack, shooting shots in ya paint
Street ballers slam dunk and try to take off the rim;
While jackers jack cadillacs and try to take off the rims
That's cold, but I'll be damned if I do my thug thizzle
I grind..while y'all whine like 3 kids with 1 skittle
Sweet-tooth, can't let a jacker get my candy
So we Swoop..like Sheryl wth the bang-bang handy
You can't walk around really thinkin' that lifes a sport
Spend half of the time sittin' around and half in court
Houston..Koopa gon' make the world accept this city
You must have warrants in every city, except this city
You ain't nationwide, you ain't in Chicago you ain't in Cali'
For a fee..I'll promote yo record, just holla at me
Chamillionaire, I be sayin what they scared to say
The Mixtape God, better get prepared to pray

What ever happen to Big Tyger. I forgot the name of the track he and Cham did but that shit was hot.
He left the House and tried to start his record lable "Run Your Mouth Click"..It flopped so he working a 9 to 5...

What ever happen to Big Tyger. I forgot the name of the track he and Cham did but that shit was hot.

Big Tiger is doing his own shit. I talked to him a few times on Myspace.

Them boys dont know about that old school Chamillion.I wish he would switch back to that style.

Them boys dont know about that old school Chamillion.I wish he would switch back to that style.
I actually love both styles...He was the shit when he hit the underground scene here...I wish he and Paul Wall get back together...The dudes made great music together...

ahhh yes, Chams always had crazy lyrics... Gotta respect him for that....