Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Talking That Talk, artist - Chamillionaire.
Date of issue: 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 |