| Yeah! |
| It’s the name they say is runnin' the game |
| Chamilitary remain. |
| Lil' Flip in the building! |
| Go ahead and hand over the torch |
| Super producer Scott Storch |
| And of course. |
| I’m a show you how to get your shine on |
| Turn It Up the DJ playin' my song |
| Everybody keep on callin' my phone. |
| Which one of y’all am I gon' take home? |
| I’m a show 'em how to get the club crunk |
| Give 'em something that’s gon' rattle that trunk |
| Tip your cups up until you get drunk |
| Tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up. |
| Give me that million dollar beat and let me show you what to do with it. |
| Who that is? That’s the illest rapper choppin' and screwin' it |
| Couldn’t snatch the game that’s what they told me, so I’m provin' it |
| Put the truth in Texas with Scott Storch and you got you a hit |
| Hittin' never miss rep yo' click and throw 'em high |
| Because Chamillionaire’s the answer to the game like Allen I |
| Middle fingers to the sky, if they don’t like that reply |
| 'Cause any DJ that deny is a muthaf… lie |
| So give the ladies what that want |
| Got 'em racin' to the front of the stage |
| to feel the bass and tell the DJ Turn It Up |
| Yeah Sound of Revenge sayin' Universal to go get my plaque |
| Rappin’s dead so I’m a bring it back, like DJ’s do when they hear my track |
| Check out my track record, they’ll say I’m a track wrecker |
| Hotter than a black pepper now that I am back nigga (He's Back!) |
| You can’t get mad if you feel that you and cap fit ya |
| Drop the biggest stat’s ever so don’t let that back hit ya. |
| I’m a show you how to get your shine on |
| Turn It Up the DJ playin' my song |
| Everybody keep on callin' my phone. |
| Which one of y’all am I gon' take home? |
| I’m a show 'em how to get the club crunk |
| Give 'em something that’s gon' rattle that trunk |
| Tip your cups up until you get drunk |
| Tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up. |
| When it’s time to hit the club I let my chain hang |
| If they got clovers on they neck we in the same gang |
| I’m 20 deep in V.I.P. puffin' Mary Jane |
| Splinters still in my hand from my woodgrain |
| I got homies on the West who like to gangbang |
| And I got homies on the East who do the same thing |
| I told Johhny put 50 in my pankyrang |
| 5 karot diamond chain VVS is in it mayne |
| You know I rep the dirty dirty where they move cane |
| You know we mix purple stuff in that blue drank |
| Hipnotic, Big Bodies with Blue paint |
| We got that oomp spray, but it still stank |
| You a lame so your dame playin' mind games |
| I’m a pimp so I stay in that mindframe |
| Niggas talk shit until I let that nine bang |
| Me and Duke in that maybach switchin' lanes. |
| I’m a show you how to get your shine on |
| Turn It Up the DJ playin' my song |
| Everybody keep on callin' my phone. |
| Which one of y’all am I gon' take home? |
| I’m a show 'em how to get the club crunk |
| Give 'em something that’s gon' rattle that trunk |
| Tip your cups up until you get drunk |
| Tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up. |
| Headed to the bar (I'm headed to the bar) |
| You know I’m V.I.P. (You know I’m V.I.P.) |
| And since you rollin' with a star (You rollin' with a star) |
| You V.I.P. with me. (Chamillitary hey hey) |
| Chamillitary the biggest threat to any of these rapper thinkin' they doin' it. |
| Who That Is? That’s dem boyz from Texas that always do it big |
| Multi-colored diamonds got us shinin' They say our jewelry sick |
| Houston got a problem and you don’t want nothin' to do wit it. |
| Do you kid? I ain’t think so I’m tippin' slow |
| Wen my trunk is liftin' up look at the neons as they glow |
| Groupies never givin' up they be everywhere I go |
| When that elevator go up to my suite they there fo' sho' |
| Told me that she didn’t care about my money Wasn’t hearin' it |
| Looks can be decevin' as Chamillion paint apperances |
| You know how we do it at home of Screw and purple syrup is |
| She got turned out quicker than my power steering did. |
| I’m a show you how to get your shine on |
| Turn It Up the DJ playin' my song |
| Everybody keep on callin' my phone. |
| Which one of y’all am I gon' take home? |
| I’m a show 'em how to get the club crunk |
| Give 'em something that’s gon' rattle that trunk |
| Tip your cups up until you get drunk |
| Tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up. |