Chamillionaire - Chamillionaire - Go Hard

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Chamillionaire - Chamillionaire - Go Hard

"Chamillitary Mayne"

You in the presence of the finest
My rims twenty-somethin, age twenty-somethin
Try to count the millions I done made... twenty-somethin?
No homo

I go hard! Its goin down, get ready for the show
I go hard! Mixtape God stepping through the do
I go hard! Aint another rapper f-in with the flow
I go hard! Yall need to stop actin like you slow
I go... Yall need to stop actin like you slow
I go hard! Yall need to stop actin like you slow
I go hard! Yall need to stop actin like you slow
I go hard! "Yall need to stop actin like you slow"
I go hard!

Ay, Ill go at anyone of you dudes that used to hang with the click
Who runnin round makin the threats about how gangster you get
You put your neck on the line, the YOU takin a slip
Do like a chick that wont let me hit and try to stay off my dick
Or Ima prove that you dont want it with Mufasa, you got the
Warnin its about to get ugly as Chewbacca
Bout to make me hot as stew pasta, too salsa
Holla in Espanol, cucaracha, tu caca
You see me sittin in it, you can bet that it aint rented
See the fo-five infinite Caucasian white tinted
Eyes lookin squinted, they cant tell me that it didnt
Pop eyes, like the ball, white got it like spinach
Chamillitary Mayne, we in the house like tenants
Oh dog, Im a menace, oh Lord, Im a dentist
Yall sound like gimmicks, yall sound quite finished
And all yall hang around a bunch of clowns like Grimace
Meanwhile on the other side of town
Plate full of bullets and another side of rounds
Im too deep, make a pot of a lotta nouns
Spit a verse and every person that you love about to drown
Im a shark in a bloody game of Marco Polo
Dart flyin through the air to mark your polo
Haters try to tell me they dont heart my logo
Others love it so they hug it with their heart, no homo
You a bozo and I am no clown, I am the town
When I step into public, you know its goin down
When I step back in the city you already know, its goin down
That I be overseas gettin them Gs fall out please, you know its goin down
Lil Waynes song describe my smallest bank account silly
A millie millie, a millie, a millie millie millie
Im movin in it like Diddy, your citys my city
They try to throw me the kitty, the kittys like "gimme"
Didnt drop for a minute, bootleggers told me they need me
Looks like the whole region is ready to BCD me
Clowns in the H tryna act like they wanna see me
Im poppin up like a genie, they disappear like Houdini
You busters must have snorted that Whitney, I am sick G
Peeew, hot, heat seeking missiles be tryna sick me
Wish he, would try to throw it my way and piss me
Off, heres a thought, I make your history a mystery
[Sound of Twilight Zone theme] ...Twilight zone
Im worth two thousand more than me with my ice on
Im a butcher with a weapon baby, I knife songs
Mo murder murder, mo murder, like I like Bone
The only way that you could ever be hotter than me
Is if I dont put out no music and that spotll be free
Always grindin, any time I ever spotted a G
I was on point like a decimal, a dot or a P-
E-R-I-O-D, no paper out of my reach
Shakin Uncle Sam, I keep a lotta receipts
And nah Cham aint never the one to bring no sand to the beach
I put the moula in my hand and bring grands to the street, yah
Pullin up in the newest ish, you aint never knew exist
Baby get inside, darling you can smell the newishness
You can see the platinum, see the clearness and the bluishness
Lookin at my jewellery tryna figure out who my jeweller is
Underground money never disappears
When your mixtape, flow and skill is sick as his
Know its big business, I be on them businesses
You all be actin immature so now I roll with bigger kids
Ridin on 28s, my rims clear a lotta cones
Ridin through the city mayne I hear a lotta clones
Kill a microphone like Im Killa Kyleon
Bout to change my rap name, (to what?) Killa Clinaclone
I promised that the mic gon need a mic toe tag
Its still clear, Im still here and thats despite youre a fag
I left the underground alone and nobody came and took it
Well guess whos back to take it like good lookin
Uh, look in the garage, your cars aint sick as ours
I done had the doors ajared on plenty cars
I was gettin large while yall was chillin hard
So the rappers praise the God, (my lord) like synagogue
Just when they thought it was haters win, Ima hurt em all
Just when they thought it was traitors win, Ima curve the ball
Im always right but I act like I never heard of wrong
And I know it all like Im able to give a nerd a call
Clark Kent but Im sure I can make the shirt come off
Mixtape Messiah 4, its like Im (click) cocking a burner yall

"Get ya burners, get ya burners, here we come again"
You know who the streets waiting to see... me
"Get ya burners, get ya burners, here we come again"
Mixtape Messiah part fo, lets go

I try to chase the green face like The Wizard of Oz
Took the yellow brick road, two acquisitive cars
Dont wanna hear nothing real? You should be skipping my parts
My swagger get any higher, Ill be sitting on Mars
I dont post on blogs or chat about what singers gay
I dont switch green names and change up everything I say
I dont let SoundScan allow a lame the right of way
You could sell ten-million and still be not who Ima play
Car pearly, white as teeth, I guess that you could say Im flossin
See me and think of green, like Saint Patricks Day or Boston
I lead and they follow, these rappers guilty of stalkin
The underground was dead but Im about to leave the coffin


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