Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Picture Perfect , by - Chamillionaire. Release date: 31.12.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Picture Perfect |
| Catch me today, with a cannon or a Kodak |
| Cause by tomorrow, yesterday gon be a throwback |
| (You see it’s real, they be like look at that |
| Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph) |
| Introducing the truest voice of the South, it’s who else but me fool |
| Don’t let all that foolishness they feed you, on T.V. mislead you |
| Don’t let all the magazines, and them papers out there deceive you |
| The cups that be used to sip, but Caucasian kinda like my tee do You see that hand be glistening, you see the Sedans we flipping |
| The hundreds of grands we getting, these units of scans we shipping |
| You see that Caddy tipping, them thangs on that Caddy twisting |
| That paint and that candy dripping, that drank and that can is missing |
| That ain’t a Cola, though dry and you feeling sober |
| Boys trying to switch it over, apply it up in a soda |
| Home of the Houston hustlers, who grinding and hit the «a Who fire and hit the doja, you high when you sniff the odor |
| Told ya you gotta have, a foreign or buy your slab |
| Afford it then buy it that’s, important without it now |
| You ain’t gotta take college class, to see that we bout our cash |
| You not if you gotta ask, let’s take a pic by the slab hol’up |
| You see my slab, you see my candy slab |
| Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph |
| You see my chick, you see my chick is bad |
| Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph |
| You see it’s real, they be like look at that |
| Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph |
| Photograph, ph-ph-ph-photograph-photograph |
| Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph |
| When I’m tipping they’ll probably watch me, the cops’ll be paparazzi |
| And try to patrol my posse, we shining and glowing glossy |
| The jealous will try to top me, we keep it too real to copy |
| What I’m listening to ain’t a floppy, that disc gon be Screwed and Chop-pied |
| All the ballers will ride to this, deposit deposit slips |
| Buy the car and apply the fifth, raise the trunk an entire lift |
| Use to go to that Kappa, but Kappa ain’t been as crunk |
| So I’m popping up at Daytona, on chrome and I’m popping trunk |
| Jamming that «Ridin'Dirty», while riding beside the laws |
| And they staring over at me, trying to scare me like I’ma pause |
| Tell 'em naw they know I’ma crawl, all day in the robber cause |
| I’m trying to go wash the ride, till them tires have whiter walls |
| You peeping him take a picture, that chrome and that paint official |
| You smoking then take a swisha, there’s plenty just take 'em wit ya You chilling you ain’t a sipper, then I’ma be hanging wit ya Take a hold of the grain and grip a, handful and smile for the pictures nigga |
| You see the bling up on my bracelet, and the shine on my chest |
| Syrup in my styrofoam, it’s sweet with doja no cess |
| You done put it down with the rest, time to roll with the best |
| Cause when you ride with the original, you ain’t gotta guess |
| I’m the connection that you need, when they say it’s a drought |
| Cause it’s not really a drought, them other niggaz just out |
| And I’m the plug you gotta have, when they say the river’s dry |
| Cause it’s not really dry, they just ran out of supply |
| I’m too fly for the clouds, too down for the green grass |
| Better wear tinted lenses, if you look at my clean ass |
| Catch me today, with a cannon or a Kodak |
| Cause by tomorrow, yesterday gon be a throwback |
| Candy still dripping, 4's is still tipping |
| Wood grain grass, steering wheel I’m still gripping |
| Repping for P.A.T., the West and the East |
| And I’m repping for Pimp C, till he get back on the streets it never cease |