Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Solo Break, artist - Chamillionaire. Album song Mixtape Messiah 5, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 22.11.2008
Record label: chamillitary
Song language: English
Solo Break |
| In the streets I’m peepin game |
| I cant trust you, no no |
| All up in my biness mayne |
| I stay on the low low |
| Say they really really fake |
| Cant mess wit you no more |
| Closest people to you hate |
| So I be rolling solo |
| I’m creeping on the low low |
| Creepin on the low low |
| Creepin on the low low |
| I be rolling, I be rolling solo |
| I’m creeping on the low |
| Creepin on the low low |
| Creepin on the low low |
| I be rolling, I be rolling solo |
| I’m creeping on the low |
| More money yeah more problems |
| What biggy said it look like it true |
| Used to be my homeboy |
| But now I’m payed so they tryna sue |
| My garage got jaguars |
| My garage look like a zoo |
| Middle finger up for the haters |
| Hope the hater here isn’t you |
| Super cool, that’s real cool |
| You can feel like you gotta friend |
| But I ain’t trusting my money counter |
| And that’s the reason I count again |
| You saw the forbes (yeah) |
| I’m suspicious |
| Thinking everybody wanna take my riches |
| Cant take my money out my account |
| Cos my bank teller get motion sickness |
| Back and forth, b-back and forth |
| From in the streets or right back in court |
| Candy car built like a tank |
| And my crib built like a fort |
| Lets go to war |
| I ain’t George bush |
| I promise ya’ll I’m gonna be prepared |
| Cos I ain’t trusting my weapon either |
| And that’s the reason I keep a spare |
| I ain’t hanging with none of ya’ll |
| OutKast like three thou |
| Win the Grammy thing |
| Guard the family |
| And all of you gonna leave out |
| If you don’t like it then peace out |
| Look around and I see doubt |
| I been known to get to the presidents |
| Like barack is on speed dial |
| Yeah its all about me now |
| Don’t want ya and don’t need ya |
| You don’t grind and get to the money |
| And you ain’t hungry I wont feed ya |
| I ain’t hanging with no hater |
| No faker |
| No diva |
| I knew it big and they say they did |
| And tryna take my credit like stole visa |
| If its lonely at the top (top) |
| Id rather be alone |
| Cos the closest people to ya |
| The ones who gonna do ya wrong |
| Backstabbing me for a broad |
| I promise that I will lose no sleep |
| Cos jenny crank can be your freak |
| But my bank account gonna stay obese |
| I be, creeping lower than low |
| Light another blunt I’m smoking the dro |
| Choking, locking, never provoke him |
| And a drunk will get popped and ill open the do |
| Lungs full of smoke |
| That means slower than slow |
| Feel like I’m trapped and theres nowhere to go |
| So i, just pull out the bazooka (blah) |
| Put a fucking hole in the flo' |
| Luda! |
| I’m so dope with the flow |
| Trunk fulla speakers, pocket fulla ?? |
| How much would a wood chuck chuck |
| If a wood chuck could chuck wood |
| Gripping on the wheel |
| Turn it turn it |
| Blow another stack |
| I earned it earned it |
| Blow another ?? |
| Pull another tram |
| Light another blunt |
| Burn it burn it |
| Flame it up |
| Hear my flow, I changed it up |
| Everybody grab your gats |
| And hold em, load, sock em, lock em, cock em |
| And aim it up |
| Bang it up |
| Off in the sky |
| Catch me rolling off in the ride |
| 26 inches |
| Leave em defenceless |
| 45 always tucked in the side |
| Open your eyes |
| See me cruising |
| Cos I keep winning and these boys keep losing |
| Plus I’m, the pimp of the year |
| Players is hating and hos is choosing |
| Look at all the hos you losing |
| Then look at all the game I got |
| And you can catch me creeping on the low low |
| Luda riding solo, beating the block! |