Текст песни Chamillionaire - On The Grind Homie
Chamillionaire - On The Grind Homie слова песни
Текст песни Chamillionaire - On The Grind Homie
[Intro:]Yeah!It's Major Pain, babyKnahtalkinbout?Ha, HaIght, let me get seriousKOOPA!( )[Chorus: x2]I come through and show em how to do it (WOO)And she like 'Boy, you tha truth' (You tha truth)And he like (yeah) 'Boy, you tha truth' (you tha truth)And she like (hold up) 'Boy, you tha truth'[talking over chorus: Chamillionaire]So what I'm goin try to do isGo a little fasterThen I'm a go a lil slowSwitch upt he style a lil bit, knahtalkinbout?You ready?I'm ready, babyTurn my headphones upHear it go[Verse:]I'm back to the bone, it feel like I'm the best and they cannot contest when I'm kicking that messCause ya chick is undressed when she lifting her dress It's like Mannie and Fresh they be lookinglike flesh!Anybody that's on the net, saying Chamillionaire ain't the bestGet off the D, get off the I and let your keyboard figure the restCause I impress my own self, and only the man upstairs can judge meRe-tellers open ya mixtape rappers than they hug meI control the market, even bootleggers be lovey doveyPlus the necklace got em thinking that Johnny the jeweler's my buddyCrash test the best, cause if you hate me than youse a dummyGimme a month I bet you turn the opposite of chubbyEver verse is crack, and crack kids be singing they love meMix-tape Messiah 4 I bet that you become a drugyThey sayin that money talks, rappers better not I make a soundWalkin a major money, is none of these rappers is foundEven the mayor know my papers enough to buy the townPlus the wheels of fortune, so I'm a bout to buy a nounEver verse is a msterpiece, my money's still stacking like Master P'sFeeling like Mighty Mouse the way I be taking flights to stack the cheesePlease, you better not make another soundYeah, yeah I rep the Texas they just "Download my style"Welcome to the garage, pick any car and the room she yells 'which'Like she was staring at the lady that's on the broomCan't call it a fleet (why) more like a patoneDifferent car everyday of the week from fourth of July till JuneLook at how they change they tone, who not playaIn the wind I'm in Berlin, I know it's you not dearInto the coat in the ATM they sound like AOLSoon as I'm checkin my account it tells me "You Got Mail"Ha, ha, Merci Bocu Monname, who is cold as me?Betty fresh kiss the kicks when they stick in all his teethFrench chick was in the whip, now she sitting on the streetShe was looking fine till she ask me she can hold a GYeah, and if I want I'm a get itAnd if I don't really want it, then it can leave I'm a let itUsed to be N Luv With My Money, now I'm in love with my creditBy the bar with they dollars I buy a building with debitUh, I hit that Harlem Nights, It's goin prepare the stormLook up to the roof it's reindeer, feeling like Santa's homeFamous bet that he could leave out with the baddest oneCall her dot com cause she lookin like she AmazonGot her suit like T.I., and I got a hundred million more to goBoys in Texas D.E.Y. know they know like Shorty (Shawty) LoLil Boosie check out the bang, getting check ya shorty knowCheckout my bank account they won't ever come up shorter lowWoo, they be like Koopa you so cocky broCause I did everything that they say was impossibleAnd I feel like a one man wrecking crew, what I need a posse for?All this ice on me like I got hit with hockey throatDuck, they say that they wanna have funFeeling like Sliverspoons in the pool of the mansionSee ya breast stroking in the nude and I had oneSo I'm a 'turn the camera on the pool', like CamronHad this chick in the crib, told me that I was difficultTold me I should go back to the days when I had the glistening tooThen she tried to tell me I should go back to rap with, Who?Mappala Weezyana (yeah) I bet'cha that she gonna get the bootKop, mother nature must of had a sonCause I'm flyer than the roof in the gigantic stormThey say Mixtape Messiah here, haters prepare better to runWhen ya see me greemy like "Cannon" Cause I am a donHUH!