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Chamillionaire

U Ain`t Gotta Go Home

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988 3 часа назад

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[Intro]We have the elegant styles of Chamillitary... hmm? what?We have the elegant styles of the Chamillitary BandOn the bass drum you have the elegant Bose the Bobo"The Big Face Spender", and on the bass guitar you have Tanto "The Human Beer Blender"Give it up for Justo`s Dirty South DJ of the YearI`m sure y`all know the scratch patterns of uhhh...uhhh... OG Ron C aka "The Jills in my Shills" oh!, you on fire babySo as we get on to the proceedings this evening, it`s yours truly...Chamillitary mayne[Chorus - singing]You ain`t gotta go home (you ain`t gotta go)but you gotta get the hell up outta hereIf you got someone (somebody)then go get you a room at The Holiday InnYou ain`t got no one (nobody)than go have some fun by yourself (ohhh yeaaah)But whatever you dodon`t let the door knob hit you on the way out[Verse 1]Niggaz was throwin` rocks at the thrown and I got word of thatThe sequel to The Messiah? For what, I already murdered thatNiggaz hatin` on me but look at `em, the nerve of thatNigga this ain`t this type of beef you can`t take the burger backBurn it back, into my pocket I`m tryin` to stop itunless your mouth keeps leakin`Dick back in your socketHow does it feel, to know you wasted your whole lifetimeLivin` your whole lifetime just to worry `bout mineGimmick niggaz was dissin` me, he was fake they was missin` meCame to replace and make history, B I made `em historyYou could feel like you real because that feelingeventually gonna shrivel up when reality turns it into miseryYou niggaz is killin` me with your wannabe me`sYou a artist, we bosses the one`s that fund the CD`sAll you gonna-be, wannabe, gonna punish me pleaseYou got me laughin`, I`m askin` if niggaz wanna be SteveHarvey, no your hardly, funny at all*Runnin` the Game* not at all, homie your runnin` your jawWe grown folks, kiddie schoolers need to go run up the hallNigga`s borin`, just ignore `em and the dummy will fallMy brother is my descendant, we runnin` a mile a minuteHut, hut! it`s time to win it, I`ll see you behind the finishIf you get there, quit thereGot your swisha lit player?Blow smoke in the air for the Color Changin` Click, chea...{*applause*}[Chorus][Verse 2]Ladies and gentlemen, homie must be on heroineVictory for me, but he thought he would have the narrow winMy aim is to blam`, when I load it inside the barreland put the third eye on him and do a little more than stare at himPoet, I know it I`m mister modern day ShakespeareI`m a writer, survivalist; what it is? It ain`t fearThe absolute truth is just something some niggaz can`t hearHe don`t live here no mo`, he got convicted he ain`t hereHow the heck you set fiction on a table, put truth asideWhat you speakin` my nigga, you can`t look me into my eyes?The good Lord spoke the truth and that just got himcrucified, y`all scared of the sharp daggerYour tradin` your truth for liesLook me in my eyes, nevermind I ain`t tryin` to spook yaVoice of the present, the past, yup I`m the futureSoon as you speak the truth all the hater`ll try tomute ya, but if you the truth arbitrators will call ya KoopaMartin Luther King KoopaMany of `em will listen, but if you can`t take theheat than get ya hot ass out the kitchenI heard words from Makaveli ridin` was the ambitionso I bomb first on fake niggaz like I`m in his position"Aye Chamillion you trippin`", nuh-uh I`m handling businessRaise my hand to the man and my right hand as my witnessI got a fo` to the fizzle that`s sure to damage yourfitness, but it ain`t really even that serious to tan ya with stitchesP you actin` suspicious, you know me better than thatIf it was for a false reason I would never reactBut you know me better than rap, niggaz was tellin` me factSo you could miss me with publicity if they tellin` me that, never that...{*applause*}[talking]Thank you, thank you I appreciate the supportEveryone please take your seats, I`m not done...there`s more...[Verse 3]In this world of falsifying where niggaz be claimin` they realTurn around and tell you a lie `bout what he paid on his grillSame nigga that talk big `bout what he made on his dealThe same that ask me for advice like "They don`t pay me Chamill`"Rappers ain`t really real only a few of `em ballpissy colored diamonds yup I`m one of the few of `em y`allTalkin` about yo` piece and chain and a few lil` carsFour thousand to five thousand for what you do as a starBut keepin` money in the vault is the hardest part of the artKnowledge got my crew smart even when my crew is apart"Chamillionaire you did `em wrong, why don`t you get a heart?"If I showed it to you would you see what it could do in the darkWhether you like it or not don`t really matter to me`cause most of the love I normally keep inside my family treeSo you can gossip `bout what really happened withHatta and me, or you can gossip how so and so way better than meIt don`t really matter to me, because I`m done with it nowThe maturity level that I`m at isn`t even fun for a childSo set your mouse pad on the internet and punish my styleOr set your Reeboks on the streets of Houston runnin` me downIt`s whatever I been better at provin` a nigga wrongTell Goliath I don`t need rocks to prove a lil` nigga strongSo tell Watts, forgive me I`m groovin`, I`m in my zoneProperty of Mike who? He ain`t here that little nigga gone{*applause*}

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