Go Hard
(专辑: Mixtape Messiah 4 - 2008)
"Chamillitary Mayne" [Chamillionaire] 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! Ain't another rapper f-ing with the
flow I
go hard! Y'all need to stop actin like you slow I
go... Y'all need to stop actin like you slow I
go hard! Y'all need to stop actin like you slow I
go hard! Y'all need to stop actin like you slow I
go hard! "Y'all need to stop actin like you slow" I
go hard! Ay, I'll 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 won't let me hit and try to stay off my dick Or I'ma prove that you don't want it with Mufasa, you got the
Warnin it's 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 ain't rented See the
fo'-five infinite Caucasian white tinted Eyes lookin squinted, they can't tell me that it didn't Pop eyes, like the
ball, white got it like spinach Chamillitary Mayne, we in the
house like tenants Oh dog, I'm a
menace, oh Lord, I'm a
dentist Y'all sound like gimmicks, y'all sound quite finished And all y'all hang around a
bunch of clowns like Grimace Meanwhile on the
other side of town Plate full of bullets and another side of rounds I'm too deep, make a
pot of a
lotta nouns Spit a
verse and every person that you love about to drown I'm a
shark in a
bloody game of Marco Polo Dart flyin through the
air to mark your polo Haters try to tell me they don't 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 it's goin down When I
step back in the
city you already know, it's goin down That I
be overseas gettin them G's fall out please, you know it's goin down Lil Wayne's song describe my smallest bank account silly A
millie millie, a
millie, a
millie millie millie I'm movin in it like Diddy, your city's my city They try to throw me the
kitty, the
kitty's like "gimme" Didn't 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 I'm 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, here's a
thought, I
make your history a
mystery [Sound of Twilight Zone theme] ...Twilight zone I'm worth two thousand more than me with my ice on I'm 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
don't put out no music and that spot'll 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 ain't 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 ain't 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 28's, my rims clear a
lotta cones Ridin through the
city mayne I
hear a
lotta clones Kill a
microphone like I'm 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, I'm still here and that's despite you're a
fag I
left the
underground alone and nobody came and took it Well guess who's back to take it like good lookin Uh, look in the
garage, your cars ain't sick as ours I
done had the
doors ajared on plenty cars I
was gettin large while y'all was chillin hard So the
rappers praise the
God, (my lord) like synagogue Just when they thought it was haters win, I'ma hurt 'em all Just when they thought it was traitors win, I'ma curve the
ball I'm always right but I
act like I
never heard of wrong And I
know it all like I'm able to give a
nerd a
call Clark Kent but I'm sure I
can make the
shirt come off Mixtape Messiah 4, its like I'm (click) cocking a
burner y'all "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', let's go I
try to chase the
green face like The
Wizard of Oz Took the
yellow brick road, two acquisitive cars Don't wanna hear nothing real? You should be skipping my parts My swagger get any higher, I'll be sitting on Mars I
don't post on blogs or chat about what singers gay I
don't switch green names and change up everything I
say I
don't let SoundScan allow a
lame the
right of way You could sell ten-million and still be not who I'ma play Car pearly, white as teeth, I
guess that you could say I'm flossin See me and think of green, like Saint Patrick's Day or Boston I
lead and they follow, these rappers guilty of stalkin The
underground was dead but I'm about to leave the
coffin