| Nah that ain’t a problem at all my man
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| Got a lot of rubber bands, time to count up all my grands
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| Well go on do it then — put a ninth caller in
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| Now we got a lot of jams, we gon' play a lot of Cham
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| Well go on do it then — she can say she is not a fan
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| Tell me she ain’t got a man, plus she got a lot of damn!
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| And she love how the Impala can
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| Change a bunch of colors like you lookin at a hologram
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| She wanna ride off on 24's
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| Butterfly do’s raise up, she feelin so.
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| Special and she like my music better slow
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| Tell me that I’m fin' to blow, I reply to her «I know!»
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| So let me break it down
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| And do somethin I know the ladies can feel
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| She say she’s lovin my style
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| Turn on the radio
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| And you probably hearin nothin but the
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| Chamillitary mayne!
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| We interruptin this sound
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| Kust to let you hear a message from me
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| I’m representin the South
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| And know how we get down
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| Know we gotta keep it gutter and street
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| (Go on do it then!)
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| I got a white girl, I call her Shady/Aftermath
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| Cause she love a rapper, see a nigga she gonna snatch him fast
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| Fine and you can’t say that she don’t have an ass
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| Plus her eyes green enough to even up and match my cash
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| Hispanic college girl that love to dance right after class
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| Pray the way she back that ass up her class she has to pass
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| The others bad and black, take her to the bachelor pad
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| Crib big yo, her man’s crib is less than half of that
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| Call up the DJ’s on your radio
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| They’ll say Chamillionaire got a crazy flow
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| My radio station doesn’t play it though
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| Say he gotta make somethin for the ladies so
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| So let me break it down
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| And do somethin I know the ladies can feel
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| She say she’s lovin my style
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| Turn on the radio
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| And you probably hearin nothin but the
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| Chamillitary mayne!
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| We interruptin this sound
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| Kust to let you hear a message from me
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| I’m representin the South
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| And know how we get down
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| Know we gotta keep it gutter and street
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| (Go on do it then!)
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| Relax boy, lax boy, revenge is the sound
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| I’ve made it here, America gon' have to feel me now
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| Hear that bass come rumblin, boys see me actin up
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| Also see that fast pyoom pyoom when I pass him up
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| Turn it up, tell the listeners to listen here
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| Listenin here the sickest rapper in the Southern hempisphere
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| Yeah, keep it gutter, suckers missin in the picture yeah
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| We erased them from the game, commercial rappers disappear
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| Call up the DJ’s on your radio
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| They’ll say Chamillionaire got a crazy flow
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| My radio station doesn’t play it though
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| Say he gotta make somethin for the ladies so
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| So let me break it down
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| And do somethin I know the ladies can feel
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| She say she’s lovin my style
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| Turn on the radio
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| And you probably hearin nothin but the
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| Chamillitary mayne!
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| We interruptin this sound
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| Kust to let you hear a message from me
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| I’m representin the South
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| And know how we get down
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| Know we gotta keep it gutter and street
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| (Go on do it then!)
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| Now they know the name that’s running the game
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| Them boyz down in Houston that got the streets on lock
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| But just incase they slow and don’t know
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| Somebody tell em the name
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| Chamillitary mayne!
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| Ha ha
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| You got a problem? |
| Then let it be known
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| You got something you wanna get off your chest
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| Give us a call, we’re taking requests
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| Gon do it then! |