Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Know Ya Mad, artist - Chamillionaire. Album song Mixtape Messiah 7, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 03.08.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: chamillitary
Song language: English
I Know Ya Mad |
— w/ ad libs |
I know ya mad, I-I-I know ya mad |
I-I-I know ya mad, I know ya mad |
I know ya mad, I know ya mad |
I know ya mad, I know ya mad |
I know ya mad cause you hate that I’m not doin bad |
Yeah I’m feelin great and I know they wanna hate |
Cause they hate to see me eatin shrimp and steak |
Yeah I know ya mad |
I’m a demonstrate, how to deal with all the hate |
While I’m reppin for my city and my state |
I-I-I know ya mad |
You know I’m chasin a milli (that's right), reppin my city (that's right) |
Life is a gamble, I told my city just give me them dice, been gettin scrilli |
Back in your city like «give me that twice» |
Stay gettin cake and I know they hate I won’t give 'em a slice |
Up in the mornin, got them customers callin |
I’m a hustler-holic, call me up and I’m on it |
Stack them Barack Obamas, stuff 'em up in my wallet |
Yeah the car right behind me was way too much but I bought it (to make ya mad) |
I-I-I know ya mad, every one of my whips is bad |
Like Cam and Dash told Bill O’Reilly — ya mad |
How you get mad? |
You see me grindin and holdin cash |
You think I slept with ya mama and went and told ya dad |
I-I-I know ya mad, that’s why you mad at night |
All you do is gossip, so I’m the reason you have a life |
You can’t compete with my fleet, so go pick a better fight |
Got so many cars, I couldn’t track 'em all with a satellite (hey!) |
You see them swangers pokin, you see my trunk is open |
Versace locin, hopin that I’m gon' end up broke and |
I really hope you jokin, what type of dope you smokin |
You text message in exclamations to show emotion (ha) |
— w/ ad libs |
It takes a playa to know a playa, so let me greet ya |
Welcome to «The Land Of The Trill», I’m happy to meet ya |
Bun Beeder the trill O.G. |
and not in the makin (makin) |
You see this dough that I be takin and the broads' that I’m breakin (breakin) |
We be bringin home the bacon, ain’t no fakin over here though (here though) |
Get mine in 2009 without dressin like a weirdo (weirdo) |
It’s real off in these streets but I don’t never show no fear though |
And it’s still «UGK 4 Life», in case it wasn’t clear bro |
Funny when you got nothin, nobody really cares |
Like you don’t even exist (huh), it’s like you was never there (fo' real) |
But soon as you get some bread, they lookin at you sideways |
Askin 'bout a shortcut and if you got some side plays |
Tell 'em «naw, it’s hard work» (what?), they swear you lyin |
And then you got to start the case, pleadin and denyin |
Man you ain’t got to explain yourself, don’t tell 'em playa, show 'em (show 'em) |
Then keep it movin G and act like you don’t even know 'em |
That’s what’s up |
— w/ ad libs |
The hood love me baby (let's go), I’m puttin it down |
I get love from ladies, they love that I shine (woo!) |
I be hustlin daily, I stay gettin mine |
So congratulate me (let's go) or hate me now |
Middle finger up to the industry, every person I pass is shady |
Said I ain’t commercial enough, my label still have to pay me |
Fakers is fallin off (yeah), realness would gravitate me |
My +Wheels+ is of +Fortune+, yeah Vanna White should congratulate me |
She find out my worth and the pretty woman gon' have to hate me |
Flirted with money, did it so well, that it had to date me |
Police done got madder later, they see me and had to chase me |
Trunk beatin so hard, pedestrians losin they balance baby |
Pencil’s a Desert Eagle, promise my lead is lethal |
No we ain’t equal, that’s right, I’m hotter than desert people |
Wallet’s a scary movie, stackin the root of evil |
Come back tomorrow, my bank deposit gon' get a sequel |
I-I-I know ya mad |