Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Charlie Sheen, artist - Chamillionaire.
Date of issue: 08.03.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Charlie Sheen |
Yeah, hold up, uh, Playlist Poison |
I mean, is everybody winning, really? |
Say what you feel and mean what you mean |
Aye, aye, coldest swag that y’all done seen, keep two bad chicks on my team |
Usually known for riding dirty, but I’m always riding clean |
Roll me in a pile of green, cut my check, then kiss my ring |
All-all-all I do is win, man I’m on my Charlie Sheen |
Man all these boys my little sons, I know I left y’all in poor care |
They said I was on my high horse, but I guess that meant my Porsche chair |
Checking into that top floor, how come we don’t ever see y’all there? |
Y’all ain’t checking in nowhere, y’all stay logged on the poor square |
Poor squares, I don’t know where you got your pimp degree |
I might be messing with her friend but I’ll man up to it admittedly |
You take these girls out to eat and they leave from you and visit me Pimping is something that I learned but don’t use much like calligraphy |
I’m visibly, the man, I heard you talking about it, |
and winning is what you say it is But you ain’t really winning homie, you really just good at saying it And you ain’t swimming in women homie, |
these women be calling you desert dick |
As soon as they pull that winning on me, |
I’ma give them this verse then tell them quit |
I never trick, last time I checked, |
and check my checks, I was getting plenty |
Most people that got opinions, just talk because they ain’t getting any |
If you ain’t lived it, then just forget it, |
because it really ain’t nothing that you could tell me Your voice ain’t even worth a penny and your convo |
ain’t worth a meal at Denny’s |
Aye, aye, coldest swag that y’all done seen, keep two bad chicks on my team |
Usually known for riding dirty, but I’m always riding clean |
Roll me in a pile of green, cut my check, then kiss my ring |
All-all-all I do is win, man I’m on my Charlie Sheen |
Charlie Sheen, Ch-Ch-Ch-Charlie Sheen |
I ain’t got no damn boss, man I’m on my Charlie Sheen |
All-all-all I do is win, let me tell you what I mean |
Cut the check, and kiss the ring, make some way for Charlie Sheen |
Say I’m on that Carlos Estevez, I’m winning hoe |
I’m swimming in women that love women, so I’m bi-winning hoe |
Before you put your judgment on pimping and say he sinning |
Try waking up on Egyptian linen with Egyptian women |
I’m talking the hottest goddesses, wake me up with massages |
Some say I’m a narcissist, other say I’m misogynist |
I, say I’m a rockstar, let’s take flight in my rocket ship |
Young Casanova, passing over, you Simpson haters |
And you never been about real bread, you ain’t a baker |
And you don’t get rich to have one bitch, I ain’t a Quaker |
I remain unbought, unbossed, a young Jose-a |
I’m Sheenin like my daddy before me, because I’m his son |
I could make these execs pay what they weigh, I’m talking tons |
Then I take that bank to Vegas and blow it, I’m having fun |
So, why would I act like a peasant, when I’m a king? |
They ask me what’s this drug I’m doing? |
That Charlie Sheen |
Because I’m the man, yeah I said I’m the man |
You might not like who I am but you know I don’t give a damn |
(I don’t give a damn) |
Because I’m the man, yeah I said I’m the man |
Trying to put me in a jam, but you know you my biggest fan |
(You my biggest fan) |
I’m the man, yeah I said I’m the man |
Know I’m about my business, so just trust me and stick to the plan |
(Come on) |
They don’t even understand, how we be popping rubber bands |
(Ha-ha, winning) |
They say that it ain’t no «I"in team, I told them it ain’t no «I"in Sheen |
And I see way too many eyes, watching my nuts, stop trying to swing |
Illest drug that y’all done seen, hoe I’m clean as Irish Springs |
They tell me they want that «Tiger Blood» |
Then I’m a bottle it up and supply the fiends |
She say she a goddess, she going to be my side chick |
Right after she slide it open, I’m poking like a Sidekick |
Heard my former A&R trying to give me words to rhyme with |
I told him choke on these nuts and I don’t know the Heimlich |