Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Evaluation, artist - Chamillionaire. Album song Mixtape Messiah 6, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.01.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: chamillitary
Song language: English
The Evaluation |
You are… |
50 percent brainiac |
50 percent maniac |
(It's time for a Psychic Evaluation) |
Aight, I’m ready |
(I'm a hold up these cards and you tell me what’cha see… |
What do you see in this card right here?) |
Dollar sign |
(Okay, what about this card right here?) |
Dollar sign |
(Okay, and what about this card right here?) |
Um, a dollar sign |
(Uh, I see… well there’s obviously something wrong) |
Naw there ain’t nothing wrong with getting money… |
In the underground |
I’m a thousand degree celsius I don’t need any help |
F a record label I appear curosity of myself |
You got Mixtape Messiah part 6 and you got’cha swagger right |
I’m on a whole 'nother plant, go get a satellite |
I been untouchable since Chris Cross was Kris Kross |
My wrist glossed, my nickname is Kid Frost |
I don’t dance I don’t rap for lip gloss |
A Rick Ross, a big Boss, so get lost |
I been grindin and hustlin since I was seven |
I die and they goin say he the biggest hustler in heaven (amen) |
I swear to y’all ain’t a rapper out there that I can’t destroy |
I never chill ain’t never sat in a LazyBoy |
Why, why sleeping really ain’t a fun |
You can talk that talk but I am not the one |
So many haters that my haters rotate a take a ton |
So much paper my account brought me a staple gun |
Y’all feminine as Moulin Rouge |
That’s why I do what I do and make em move on fools |
Who’s fake I am not that dude |
Bet’cha they goin say you first just like that too |
You must be try’na gamble your soul a life with’cha |
Hand on my ice, my ice is quite picture |
P.E.R.fect look like a life figure |
But take my advice the tool goin vise-grip ya |
Pablo Picaso with makin ya face glow |
I paint a rapper red as the dot on his face (OH) |
Look at how I did em what’cha think he goin say oh |
Uh-oh, uh-oh someone better get a make-o |
I never clocked out but I did let my day know |
Suppose to be a dinner but I’m dropping off tapes though |
I’m up working even after the Sate Show |
Ya pace so slow so you won’t make a pesos |
Let’s get down to the business at hand |
Why do they keep saying you are not the same Cham? |
Then they get mad cause you talk about grands tell me |
Are you really showing love to yo fans? |
I am the most authentic rapper alive |
I say alive, all the realest rappers then died |
Real is what the game is missing so that’s what I provide |
I be me but to them reality is a lie |
You don’t know me I had death in front of my face, dawg |
But I’m a do it big until the day of my fate call |
Friends for three strikes and I ain’t talking bout baseball |
Rolling with three K’s like white people with hate all (what) |
Black people, I bet’cha the mack greet’cha |
At the door step if you came to react evil (woo) |
Bring it on the chopper is Shaq Diesel |
A Piece ain’t peace but I bet’cha that that beat you |
Over a decade since I made my start |
You little marks would have never thought I get this far |
It was raining I was knocking on that homestead door |
Try’na get into Swishahouse I couldn’t start my car |
(Oh boy) gold grinning used to stay with a frost lip |
And every chick around the hood wanna to get frost bit |
But never trusted them they still will tell you I’m caution |
Been rapping since forever I ain’t lying I’m exhausted |
Let’s pause this |
(Come back) |
Man, I’m outta here man) |
(The Evaluation is not over yet) |
Whatever |
(Your not done here) |
You don’t know me man |
You don’t know me |
You don’t know me |