Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pound Cake, artist - Chamillionaire. Album song Greatest Verses, Vol. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 03.11.2014
Record label: chamillitary
Song language: English
Pound Cake |
Couple investments, a few of 'em made some major sense |
Keep your two pennies, especially if you ain’t made a cent |
I learned the game and been getting publishing ever since |
People that ain’t made a dollar will say they ain’t convinced |
When you ride to 7−11 on some handle bars |
You can’t vision how catchy hooks could take a man to Mars |
The problem is that y’all only just wanna hang with stars |
Heard Lauryn sing and I wanted to take the world from Nas |
I salute but I still demand applause |
I’ve given infinite gifts, I still feel like Santa Clause |
Males acting like girls I call it mano-pause |
This the type of verse that I bet you that type of man would pause |
I can’t stop and give these haters what they ask for |
99 thousand or more inside a cash drawer |
I’m the type to keep a passport on the dashboard, looking for a south of France |
shore to make a dash for |
Feeling like Damon Dash been moving that acappella |
When times is bleak I hit the freeway like it’s Roc-A-Fella |
It’s been a decade, get a clue that you could stop me never |
You’d have a better chance of trying to stop a hot propeller |
On a jet while smoking a cigarette, with gasoline on ya hands |
Kerosene on ya breath, oh yes I do it the best, get verses then you are blessed |
I do it for what it’s worth and I’ll never do it for less, stress |
Never that, I know the album is more than late |
Looked quantity in the face and told it you’re gonna wait |
Send a salute to the people who push the culture straight, and those who |
culture hate I just hope you don’t get to procreate |
Met with some rappers that industry people over rate |
Met with the Devil but said I wouldn’t negotiate |
Lyor made millions, Jay made millions |
And if Cam made millions I’m feelin' like I can sure relate |
Killa -- see Mr. Koopa got 'em quite jealous |
People that hang with Mr. Koopa turn to sky dwellers |
I’m from a city where the skinny turn to pie sellers |
And if any say they making millis then they lie tellers |
Preach |
The struggle will never cease |
Your struggle look like a puddle, my struggle look like a -- sheesh |
I’m visualizing it clear like I’m Mr. Michael Artis |
It’s either Jackson or Jordan I feel like Michael on beats |
Could’a been on a beach, instead I turn’t to a beast |
The clarity of my raps you’d think I created speech |
Saw me dirty my cleats all over these Houston streets |
The hundreds stay in my reach |
The money stay on a leash |
That hype beasting is in Houston what we call boppin' |
I make I’m pay for all my words like it’s a blog auction |
And Go Daddy what she tells me when we blog shopping |
I’m the type that’d make it and give it a fee |
And you the type that make it they wouldn’t take it for free |
They look at you and they like «tell me what’s in it for me» and wouldn’t take |
ya disc if you put it under their Christmas tree |
Me, let’s talk about consistency |
Consistently make 'em feel like these other rappers ain’t sick as me |
I’m currently in city they’ll never get to see |
The only suite that they’ll ever see is a pack of swishas G |
My OG be calling me to tell me that the streets miss me |
He know I’m eating but the reason is I eat picky |
Like PlayStation they pump fakin' and you’ll see quickly |
The game switched they’ll always end up with a 360 |
Albums coming, I tell the doubters just wait till then |
Shot videos and you know that I’d never waste a lens |
They sleeping on me could hope that they never wake again |
But they gotta be sleep when you’re planning a rude awakening |
Cash rules everything around me |
C.R.E.A.M. |
get the money, dolla-dolla bill y’all |
Hey yo Texas you know the puzzles what I had to solve |
Ya prodigy be bringing havoc like I had a mob |
Had three enemies, so them odds what I had to dodge |
And now I’m riding in cars that look like avatars |
They ain’t never had the soft never had the hard, they try to make it sound |
deep to pretend they have a cause |
Pushing them yellow bricks, no, that’s where you have to pause |
Most of 'em cowardly and lying like the man on Oz |
They lying to you, falsifying within their little bars |
They’d probably try to tell you Tommy really had a job |
Tell you how they had to starve; |
how they had rob |
Like I went to Heaven and took a blessing from the hand of God |
Nah |
Sorry I don’t don’t believe it |
Don’t believe what ya reading |
Who the ones that achieved it? |
Not them, we did |
Irrelevance is as relevant as the person that said it, and you ain’t never did |
anything, don’t you ever forget it |
That dialogue you can dead it |
You borrow your mothers car and put half a tank of unleaded |