Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Scratch That, artist - Chamillionaire. Album song Mixtape Messiah 7, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 03.08.2009
Record label: chamillitary
Song language: English
Scratch That |
| Uh, I heard there was a funeral for Auto-Tune |
| I’m glad that I’m livin, some of y’all is doomed |
| Talkin 'bout death, I’d be honored to |
| Death of DJs yellin over all the tunes |
| Thought he was the man but that boy a coon |
| And I’m so street smart they call me «Harvard Goon» |
| Mixtape Messiah 8 is what y’all assume |
| But scratch that, better take cover, dodge the boom! |
| (yeah) |
| Gotta kill it like Michael, not Jackson but Vick (why?) |
| Get punished for the crime, have 'em still on my dick |
| I’m so Pharreal with this thing on my hip (yep) |
| Pusha and a Malice, yeah I got me two Clipse (Clipse) |
| Lookin for some trouble, you can have your first wish |
| I’d take your house, have your kitchen on bricks (woo!) |
| No banana in the tailpipe Miss (nah) |
| Pullin my money and it’s never no splits |
| Whips what you mean, I could be a slave master |
| Hundred for the Benz but the 'lac is way faster |
| (College) dropout like I never heard Asher |
| I don’t need your opinion if I ain’t ask ya |
| Make 'em remember they asthma |
| Ladies want to practice, I make 'em play tackle (tackle) |
| Chill out, what ya hidin from the drop for? |
| Lookin for some ice baby, welcome to Alaska |
| (N Luv Wit My Money), I’m just tryin to kiss stacks (yep) |
| Tryin to date mine, I’m a tell the chick tax (yep) |
| Million dollar mack, have your mama on her back |
| Tap Tap for Revenge like the iPhone app (ha) |
| King of mixtapes, let 'em know that that’s fact |
| I’m fittin to run rap, mess around and get lapped (lapped) |
| Round of applause for ya if I get jacked |
| I bet ya hear claps comin out the kid’s strap (woo!) |
| Everytime they see me, they just call me «hachoo» |
| 'Cause every verse sick enough to give ya that flu (flu) |
| Every stack I’m pickin up thick as Ragu |
| I’m pullin up in my dropper, they like «Koopa, that’s you?» |
| True, I just want my clout to last |
| And they say that money talks, so I’m talkin fast (fast) |
| Promise my vault is like Alcatraz |
| Ya break in, you’re never gonna make it out with cash |
| Could get money out of Pamela Anderson (what?) |
| And her son, I’m the man with funds (funds) |
| Give me your account, let me manage one |
| I’m a gon' clean it out until the damage done |
| Let me be clear (yeah), no antenna |
| Hundred thou' stacks, that’s a big man dinner |
| Pull up outside on some big chrome spinners |
| Hop out just to show you how quick I can get scrilla |