Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I'm Reloaded , by - Chamillionaire. Song from the album Major Pain, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 01.02.2010
Record label: chamillitary
Song language: English
I'm Reloaded |
| We cannot think of being acceptable to others |
| Untill we have first proven acceptable to ourselves |
| Chamillionaire: |
| Real recognize real, I don’t expect you to cheer |
| You a victim of the system, go sit back in your chair |
| If you love the underground baby, lend me your ear |
| Cause this the music that the majors don’t want you to hear |
| We ain’t got to be major |
| But we got to bring major pain |
| We ain’t got to be major |
| But we got to bring major pain |
| Check it |
| No other family hope you believe this |
| Shoot first the only option you leavin me with |
| I hope that we never butt heads like Beavis |
| If I bare arms you’re going under like a speed stick |
| Jesus, please show mercy upon the lame |
| Cause those that touch me, that mercy will turn to pain |
| Forgive your enemies but never forget their names |
| The ladies will come, but understand why they came |
| On the surveillance I see the Range Rover |
| She sippin' somethin' dark and I know it ain’t Cola |
| She came over said she wanna hang over, watchin «Hangover» till she get a |
| hangover |
| Funny thing is I ain’t even know you back then |
| Now the car is like duh-nah-duh-nah Batman |
| Now they see me and now they wanna give me that man |
| You was ghost, but now you follow me like Pac-man |
| Older but I know that I’m getting colder |
| They say that cold is according to the beholder |
| Well, behold the scroll my status is my folder |
| I did it, I did it all |
| No Hova |
| No P-Diddy |
| No Co-sign |
| And every dollar in my bank account so mine |
| Back then I was gonna be great in no time |
| Now I’m busy like Swizzy. |
| So it’s yo time |
| I was in that thang starin' at that wood wheel |
| On the way to go and turn down my third deal |
| The truth hurts so my work is to kill |
| Cause them shots hurt when in your shirt, that’s too real |
| The Hummingbirds in the air are too scared to sing |
| Cause they’re aware of the drama that I could bring |
| I’m a remind you of Jay-Z with every swing |
| Black out, All black everything |
| They say the best, he don’t fall far from a tree |
| Well I don’t know a soul that go harder than me |
| I fill your whole artery with artillery |
| I’m reloaded (I'm reloaded) |
| I’m reloaded (I'm reloaded) |
| They say the streets listen |
| So just watch what you speak |
| I gather my emotions then I talk to the beat |
| I’m tryna break 'em off without the thought of defeat |
| I’m reloaded (I'm reloaded) |
| I’m reloaded (I'm reloaded) |
| I’m a be the greatest, I got my eye on greatness |
| How does it look? |
| Well, visually it looks great, miss |
| So that means I see me bein' the greatest |
| If seein' is believin' let’s take this like a rapist |
| Face it, you basic, I’m Matrix |
| You couldn’t see me with Lasik, I’m ancient |
| If you ain’t me then that means you ain’t it |
| And ain’t it is equivalent to can’t spit |
| And they invest in you still |
| Ya’ll would die for the fame |
| You would bet you real |
| Run into oncoming traffic then bet you would deal |
| Ya’ll drivin' me nuts, no testical wheels |
| Never hate a young rapper for dancin' |
| But the label signed him and told me that he can’t win |
| Man, this where ironic will happen |
| Dick-suckin, made money, then I bet you would cash in |
| Oh yeah, that’s called prostition |
| That’s what you wanna do? |
| Homie I’m salutin |
| The moment in the mic ain’t about recoupin' |
| And a breath of fresh air ain’t about pollution |
| I could talk about the money that I’m gonna get |
| Yeah, I could do that but I isn’t really feelin' it |
| Don’t ask me if these rappers is really killin' it |
| I’m not a mind reader like a psychic that’s illiterate |
| Yeah |
| I’m a remind you of Jay-Z with every swing |
| Black out, All black everything |
| We cannot think of being acceptable to others, untill we have first proven |
| acceptable to ourselves |
| Chamillionaire: |
| Real recognize real, I don’t expect you to cheer |
| You a victim of the system, go sit back in your chair |
| If you love the underground baby, lend me your ear |
| Cause this the music that the majors don’t want you to hear |
| We ain’t got to be major |
| But we got to bring major pain |
| We ain’t got to be major |
| But we got to bring major pain |
| Check it |
| No other family hope you believe this |
| Shoot first the only option you leavin me with |
| I hope that we never butt heads like Beavis |
| If I bare arms you’re going under like a speed stick |
| Jesus, please show mercy upon the lame |
| Cause those that touch me, that mercy will turn to pain |
| Forgive your enemies but never forget their names |
| The ladies will come, but understand why they came |
| On the surveillance I see the Range Rover |
| She sippin' somethin' dark and I know it ain’t Cola |
| She came over said she wanna hang over, watchin «Hangover» till she get a |
| hangover |
| Funny thing is I ain’t even know you back then |
| Now the car is like duh-nah-duh-nah Batman |
| Now they see me and now they wanna give me that man |
| You was ghost, but now you follow me like Pac-man |
| Older but I know that I’m getting colder |
| They say that cold is according to the beholder |
| Well, behold the scroll my status is my folder |
| I did it, I did it all |
| No Hova |
| No P-Diddy |
| No Co-sign |
| And every dollar in my bank account so mine |
| Back then I was gonna be great in no time |
| Now I’m busy like Swizzy. |
| So it’s yo time |
| I was in that thang starin' at that wood wheel |
| On the way to go and turn down my third deal |
| The truth hurts so my work is to kill |
| Cause them shots hurt when in your shirt, that’s too real |
| The Hummingbirds in the air are too scared to sing |
| Cause they’re aware of the drama that I could bring |
| I’m a remind you of Jay-Z with every swing |
| Black out, All black everything |
| They say the best, he don’t fall far from a tree |
| Well I don’t know a soul that go harder than me |
| I fill your whole artery with artillery |
| I’m reloaded (I'm reloaded) |
| I’m reloaded (I'm reloaded) |
| They say the streets listen |
| So just watch what you speak |
| I gather my emotions then I talk to the beat |
| I’m tryna break 'em off without the thought of defeat |
| I’m reloaded (I'm reloaded) |
| I’m reloaded (I'm reloaded) |
| I’m a be the greatest, I got my eye on greatness |
| How does it look? |
| Well, visually it looks great, miss |
| So that means I see me bein' the greatest |
| If seein' is believin' let’s take this like a rapist |
| Face it, you basic, I’m Matrix |
| You couldn’t see me with Lasik, I’m ancient |
| If you ain’t me then that means you ain’t it |
| And ain’t it is equivalent to can’t spit |
| And they invest in you still |
| Ya’ll would die for the fame |
| You would bet you real |
| Run into oncoming traffic then bet you would deal |
| Ya’ll drivin' me nuts, no testical wheels |
| Never hate a young rapper for dancin' |
| But the label signed him and told me that he can’t win |
| Man, this where ironic will happen |
| Dick-suckin, made money, then I bet you would cash in |
| Oh yeah, that’s called prostition |
| That’s what you wanna do? |
| Homie I’m salutin |
| The moment in the mic ain’t about recoupin' |
| And a breath of fresh air ain’t about pollution |
| I could talk about the money that I’m gonna get |
| Yeah, I could do that but I isn’t really feelin' it |
| Don’t ask me if these rappers is really killin' it |
| I’m not a mind reader like a psychic that’s illiterate |
| Yeah |
| I’m a remind you of Jay-Z with every swing |
| Black out, All black everything |