Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Talking That Talk , by - Chamillionaire. Release date: 31.12.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Talking That Talk |
| I hear ya talkin' that talk, I heard you was talkin' bout me |
| Soon as I ask who you talkin' too, you reply wit' nah it’s not me |
| No bite for all of that barkin', cow-mad that y’all ain’t got me |
| They ain’t keepin' it real like they talkin', pussy niggas is all that I see |
| You could be hungry, ugly, chubby, homeless, crippled and blind |
| And still be better off than niggas talkin lip to a nine |
| I hit that track wit' David Banner, talk that lip to me now |
| Pussy niggas like to hide, pop up on 'em suprise! |
| Tired of lettin' niggas ride gave 'em too many times |
| I’m sick of tryin', sick 'em huh, flippin' and flyin' |
| Now they got me yellin' out WHAT! |
| like a skit from Jon |
| Chamillitary ain’t gon' ride, y’all need to quit ya lying |
| Cuz ya know that ya falsifying niggas know they can’t stop the giant |
| It just shows that’ll stop the crying, move over this spot is mine |
| Take over it’s about the time, I’ma put all these boys in line |
| Couldn’t walk a inch in my shoes but you know can drop and tie em' |
| If it jumps off, it jumps off — let the front of the pumps off |
| Sumthin' that’ll knock ya fuckin' lump off |
| Think I’m bama, think I’m country well I’am bitch |
| And I got bullets I can share and I ain’t selfish |
| Dirty boy I got just what you need |
| Them slugs that’ll fly through trees and knock off knees |
| Knock off kids, knock off peers — |
| Got beats that’ll knock by ?, wrong-buck get ya throat cut |
| Catch a buck 5th, watch yo chest lift |
| Dope rhymes, cuz the small lines take a sniff |
| Bitch I’m tryna make ya nose bleed |
| Like Russians bustin' the shit out Apollo creed |
| I’ma ride! |
| Respect the messiah, ay where the hell is ya manners man? |
| Knock ya off of ya henges like you got hit wit a batter-ram |
| You’ll be stupid for challengin', knock ya outta ya skeleton |
| You’ll be down on the floor like a Lil' Flippa or Banner fan |
| The hustle man, I hustle a grand, that dude in Atlant' it |
| Then what I do wit it? |
| Flip it, kinda like that dude that he mad at |
| I’m talkin' stops when I rocket, it’s sendin' you out the planet |
| You’ll be just timber-in-a-lake like that dude feelin' Janet |
| That could get you shot at damaged, I bet that you cry or panic |
| That could get you cut, beat the hell up, then goodbye or vanish |
| Put ya feet on the concrete, I hope that you got 'em planted |
| Now stand-flat, so I can blaat!, make you loose all your balance |
| Koopa |