Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You Must Be Crazy, artist - Chamillionaire. Album song Ultimate Victory, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
You Must Be Crazy |
Look at the face of the media like you — crazy, |
You thought I’d fall, I’m sorry dawg ya — crazy, |
Mirror mirror, on the wall you are — crazy |
I wonder if it’s still called memory loss, |
If you can’t remember the last time you lost, aha |
Yeah, |
The only time I lose, is when it’s my memory, |
Haters comin' around here, talkin' about «Remember me?» |
Naw amnesia, Cham leader apparently, |
You were just a follower, now I’m about to set a speed, |
If they can’t keep up, with no one ahead of me, |
Victory is just, what I said I can achieve, |
'Bout to be trouble, you scared? |
I think you betta leave, |
Hope you don’t have asthma *ahum*, go head and breathe |
Yeah, pull out your inhaler, |
You’re going to have to catch a breath for this one, |
This the victory lap |
Yeah, |
Garage lift up, it’ll create some enemies, |
Got that «S-S"in the middle of it like Tennessee, |
Sorry but the Ferarri there, isn’t friend-ly, |
The engine be runnin' *pvroom*, like it’s scared of keys, |
If she a freak don’t handcuff her, just let her be, |
Get your G’s, like five letters after the letter B, |
Photocopy, couldn’t possibly find a better me, |
Hot, like two letters after the letter C, |
In the name of gang, that’s been runnin' the game, |
Help me explain and tell 'em, Chamillitary mayne |
I am a hustla, you gotta pay me, |
No time to sleep, I’m in the streets on the daily, |
When you a hustla, no bein' lazy, |
I got it whenever you need it, just page me, |
Hustla music, |
Hustla music, |
Hustla music, |
I’m hustlin' music, |
You thinkin', you thinkin' I’ma lose baby, |
Either you stupid or you gotta be crazy |
(Crazy) |
(Crazy) |
L K: Famous! |
C: Aha, you ready Famous? |
L K: Hold up, I gotta take these twenty G’s and take 'em to the bank G, |
handle up. |
C: Alright fo' sho, I got it. |
Yeah! |
The Hype Williams, to y’all rookies you know that this is, |
A motion picture so sick, that I call it motion sickness, |
Jonathan Manyon the manuscript, so hold ya pictures, |
Just like you posin' for strippers and tryin' show ya riches, |
Materialistic, I got a lot materials, |
Um, I gotta lot of… Uhh Chamnesia, |
I’d probably break up with my own self and go solo, |
Verses for a promo, oh no |
I’m a monster, |
I be cummin' like dicks, no homo, |
A lil' to gangsta for them flicks, no photos, |
I’m high like gas, rose sticks and blow dodo, |
Aha that Texas (shit), fo' shodo, |
Fresh of the underground circuit, |
Straight into this overground circus, (clown ass) |
I’ma do numbers like the lotto, |
Shoot 'trone straight out the bottle, |
You not lookin' at a role model, |
So, I say it one time and one time only, (say it) |
Not ya buddy, not a pal, or ya homie, |
You know me I am a hustla, you gotta pay me, |
No time to sleep, I’m in the streets on the daily, |
When you a hustla, no bein' lazy, |
I got it whenever you need it, just page me, |
Hustla music, |
Hustla music, |
Hustla music, |
I’m hustlin' music, |
You thinkin', you thinkin' I’ma lose baby, |
Either you stupid or you gotta be crazy |
(Crazy) |
(Crazy) |
I’m like Bruh Man on the fifth flo', |
'Cept I’m comin' in through the front do', |
I ain’t gotta use the window |
Let’s go, |
Now please pass my passport, because of it, |
I got groupies with longer hair than Cousin It, |
Brazilian ladies who tell me, «This bra just doesn’t fit» |
Twins in two rooms, try to make me double dip, |
Should of known I would win yeah, you thought you had it (what?) |
Like my cars and my weapon, that is automatic |
This the part of the horror flick, |
Where the white lady trips and falls, |
And me and Famous escape with the millions, |
Aha! |
Two heavy weights from the Lone Star State, |
And if thirty’s the new twenty, I’ve been high since eight, (haha) |
Me flop, just wait, not turn blue (nigga), |
Tell 'em that I’m Famous, thought I was a new (nigga), |
Thought you knew (nigga), when I’m applyin' pressure, |
The brothers play the back, lookin' like some rhymin' extras, |
'Cause I’m the star of the movie, can’t move me, |
Don’t try either, either, |
I’ma roast you then +Bake-er+ like Anita, |
F**k (hot), my records got the feva — stop actin' like a diva, |
They tellin' Cham how they feelin' me, |
I’m a Universal asset, ya whole team liability, |
So I ain’t finna leave, so you ain’t finna breathe, |
I could cut it up, or keep it cool like the winter breeze, |
My piece and chain symbolize respect, |
My mouth piece symbolize a check, yep, (Chamillitary mayne) |
No kids here, so how you gonna play me? |
Boy tryin' cash out, so how you gonna pay me? |
I am a hustla, you gotta pay me, |
No time to sleep, I’m in the streets on the daily, |
When you a hustla, no bein' lazy, |
I got it whenever you need it, just page me, |
(No time to sleep, I gotta keep goin') |
The hustla of all hustlas, I’ll sell ya somethin' I borrow, |
Sell night to the day, and then sell today to tomorrow, |
(No money, don’t even bother) Got some paper then call her, |
Call George Bush’s daughter, I’ll sell her Katrina water, |
(Why?) |
Just to get at her father, just so they have some evidence, |
I’m slick enough to take precedence from the president, |
America’s worse nightmare, is right here, |
I stay sizzlin' like flares, look up, (*pheerrm*) |
It’s quite clear, it’s my year 'til I hear, |
Somebody smoother, then I’m the ruler, I’m like where, |
Is he at just let me know I’ma bury him, |
Under the rocks in the bottom of my aquarium, |
The chances of me losin' this time are very slim, |
If he was bright, then I’m turnin' him down to very dim, |
If it ain’t me in the sequel, then there will be no sequel, |
You know the obvious reason is 'cause there is no equal. |