Текст песни Chamillionaire f David Banner - Talking That Talk
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Ay!, Houston, Texas (Houston, Texas)Chamillionaire, The Mixtape MessiahHaha, I feel like niggaz need to show some respect off in here mayneTell `em the name (tell `em the name) - Chamillitary mayne[Chorus: Chamillionaire]I hear ya talkin` that talk, I heard you was talkin` bout meSoon as I ask who you talkin` too, you reply wit` nah it`s not meNo bite for all of that barkin`, cow-mad that y`all ain`t got meThey ain`t keepin` it real like they talkin`, pussy niggaz is all that I see[Chamillionaire]You could be hungry, ugly, chubby, homeless, crippled and blindAnd still be better off than niggaz talkin lip to a nineI hit that track wit` David Banner, talk that lip to me nowPussy niggaz like to hide, pop up on `em suprise!Tired of lettin` niggaz ride gave `em too many timesI`m sick of tryin`, sick `em huh, flippin` and flyin`Now they got me yellin` out WHAT! like a skit from JonChamillitary ain`t gon` ride, y`all need to quit ya lyingCuz ya know that ya falsifying niggaz know they can`t stop the giantIt just shows that`ll stop the crying, move over this spot is mineTake over it`s about the time, I`ma put all these boys in lineCouldn`t walk a inch in my shoes but you know can drop and tie em`[Chorus][David Banner]If it jumps off, it jumps off - let the front of the pumps offsumthin` that`ll knock ya fuckin` lump offThink I`m bama, think I`m country well I`am bitchAnd I got bullets I can share and I ain`t selfishDirty boy I got just what you needThem slugs that`ll fly through trees and knock off kneesKnock off kids, knock off peers -Got beats that`ll knock by ?, wrong-buck get ya throat cutCatch a buck 5th, watch yo chest liftDope rhymes, cuz the small lines take a sniffBitch I`m tryna make ya nose bleedLike Russians bustin` the shit out Apollo creedI`ma ride![Chorus][Chamillionaire]Respect the messiah, ay where the hell is ya manners man?Knock ya off of ya henges like you got hit wit a batter-ramYou`ll be stupid for challengin`, knock ya outta ya skeletonYou`ll be down on the floor like a Lil` Flippa or Banner fanThe hustle man, I hustle a grand, that dude in Atlant` itThen what I do wit it? Flip it, kinda like that dude that he mad atI`m talkin` stops when I rocket, it`s sendin` you out the planetYou`ll be just timber-in-a-lake like that dude feelin` JanetThat could get you shot at damaged, I bet that you cry or panicThat could get you cut, beat the hell up, then goodbye or vanishPut ya feet on the concrete, I hope that you got `em plantedNow stand-flat, so I can blaat!, make you loose all your balanceKoopa[Chorus]