Chamillionaire Lyrics
Chamillionaire Lyrics
"I'm Da King Lyrics"
If I Had a Ship Lyrics
Mason Williams Chorus: If I had a ship, I'd sail away. (Repeat) Leave my sorrows where they lay. If I had a ship, I'd sail away. Stroll down by the sea. Take a stroll down by the bay. Sit and ponder they endless waves. If I had a ship, I'd sail away. (If I had a ship) If I had a ship (I'd sail away) I'd sail away. (Repeat) (Leave my sorrows where they lay) Leave my sorrows where they lay. (If I had a ship) If I had a ship (I'd sail away) I'd sail away. Stroll down by t
Mason Williams Chorus: If I had a ship, I'd sail away. (Repeat) Leave my sorrows where they lay. If I had a ship, I'd sail away. Stroll down by the sea. Take a stroll down by the bay. Sit and ponder they endless waves. If I had a ship, I'd sail away. (If I had a ship) If I had a ship (I'd sail away) I'd sail away. (Repeat) (Leave my sorrows where they lay) Leave my sorrows where they lay. (If I had a ship) If I had a ship (I'd sail away) I'd sail away. Stroll down by t
(Woman: "Mixtape Messiah".......Da King is here nigga!)
(T.I. Insert)
Ay what these other niggaz talkin', I don't believe that shit
I'm the King cuz I said it and I mean that shit
Ay I'm the king cuz I said it, I'm the king cuz I said it
I'm the king cuz I said it and I mean that shit
Ay what these other niggaz talkin', I don't believe that shit
I'm the King cuz I said it and I mean that shit
Ay what's so special bout him, he ain't all that, shit
I set the city on fire and you seen that shit
[Chamillionaire]
Stupid you runnin' around like the Messiah isn't a force
Then tell me how did my first album even get on The Source
I was sittin' next to Pimpin' Ken, (was he pimpin'?), of course
But I was thinkin' bout gettin' with Trina and tryna pimp me a Porsche
I can't hand a nigga the rap game now cuz I'm usin' it
Ain't a underground rapper gon' have it til' I through with it
I don't burn bridges (nah), other rappers 'll ruin it
I just jump over the bridg
Penis Song (Not The Noel Coward Song) Lyrics
Isn't it awfully nice to have a penis Isn't it frightfully good to have a dong It's swell to have a stiffy It's divine to own a dick From the tiniest little tadger To the world's biggest prick So, three cheers for your Willy or John Thomas Hooray for your one-eyed trouser snake Your piece of pork, your wife's best friend Your Percy, or your cock You can wrap it up in ribbons You can slip it in your sock But don't take it out in public Or they will stick you in the dock
e and pimp-slap em' for doin' itIsn't it awfully nice to have a penis Isn't it frightfully good to have a dong It's swell to have a stiffy It's divine to own a dick From the tiniest little tadger To the world's biggest prick So, three cheers for your Willy or John Thomas Hooray for your one-eyed trouser snake Your piece of pork, your wife's best friend Your Percy, or your cock You can wrap it up in ribbons You can slip it in your sock But don't take it out in public Or they will stick you in the dock
I'ma embarass ya so bad, that ya label won't say they know ya
You's a good ass promoter, but the fat lady say it's over
Mixtape Messiah 2 is the bullet I'm savin' for ya
And I can pop trunk pumps on ya coffin' and raise it for ya (Weww!)
And I ain't the only person who sick of ya voice
I kill a rapper with one verse and the real niggaz rejoice
But I was forced (do you feel any remorse?) of course
That's why I'ma show up at his funeral and pop trunk on his corpse
(T.I. Insert)
[Chamillionaire]
Yeah, you'll never get on my level, no need to go get a ladder
You better run when I come like a pitcher that hit the batter
(You Paid In Full?), nah, but I got alot of respect for Hatter
Even though niggaz be ignorin' my questions bout business matters
Cat tell me to call Hatter, Madd Hatter said call Cat
I call niggaz about some business, and I never get a call back
I just wanted my songs back, but they act like I'm on crack
To drop another
Letting Go Lyrics
I've got a voice and I'm gonna use it I've had a change of mind I know things now that I didn't know before I've got the upper hand and I don't want to abuse it But soon I just might find I'm locked outside My foot's not in the door There's something in the back of my mind Telling me to leave it behind The trouble I seem to find The hard to deal with kind A thought or two in the back of my mind I've got a choice and I'm afraid to make it I've had a change of hear
Cham' & Paul, we ain't even on contractI've got a voice and I'm gonna use it I've had a change of mind I know things now that I didn't know before I've got the upper hand and I don't want to abuse it But soon I just might find I'm locked outside My foot's not in the door There's something in the back of my mind Telling me to leave it behind The trouble I seem to find The hard to deal with kind A thought or two in the back of my mind I've got a choice and I'm afraid to make it I've had a change of hear
Parta' the game is that, I keep gettin' reminded daily
Labels ahead 'll screw you, that's the business out of it baby
Nigga was grindin' daily, but suspicions was kinda crazy
I had to pretend like I was broke, just to get Paid In Full to pay me
It's crazy, for the label with the reputation for actin' a ass
Like Rap-A-Lot, what's the label that was always on time with cash
Gave em' my price, they didn't try to make me go down a tag
So for J.P., Tom, Rad, and Chief, it's done they ain't gotta ask
Ain't a nigga who can persuay me to go back to House
So I can hear Dike Jones tell me he got platinum in his mouth
That nigga soft, he ain't never move no crack in the South
Was in packagin' soft, and he said he stack more stacks then the Boss
Sure you do, I hope that's not a story they told to you
You need to pimp-slap that sick pup and maker who controllin' you
You ain't runnin' NOTHIN'!, only you would go vote for you
Cuz my pockets got more
Gotta Find A Way Lyrics
I got a real problem with your attitude I take your messed-up world and throw it back at you You make me sick with all your endless fighting You cast a shadow on the road I'm lighting So start the final countdown There's nowhere left for us to go 4-3-2-1 ignition It's ready to explode I gotta find a way I watch Israelis fight the Palestinians Protect the Holy Land like God was alien Walk on the broken heart of your messiah If you can't forgive, you can't put out the f
G's, then a G-Unit quotableI got a real problem with your attitude I take your messed-up world and throw it back at you You make me sick with all your endless fighting You cast a shadow on the road I'm lighting So start the final countdown There's nowhere left for us to go 4-3-2-1 ignition It's ready to explode I gotta find a way I watch Israelis fight the Palestinians Protect the Holy Land like God was alien Walk on the broken heart of your messiah If you can't forgive, you can't put out the f
G-G-G-G-G-G-Geez, you's a pee-on please
Why is he here somebody please, tell this pee-on leave
Air-condition on my wrist, I stay with free-on sleeves
Ya stay on D, like defenders durin' three-on-three's
My momma moved out the hood to a 5 bedroom home
Rasaq moved off to solo and got a lil' crib of his own
Then I bought a Ninja bike and another whip on chrome
My money long, I stand on top of the world and spit on Jones
Your album, so what we heard you was comin' soon
Yeah the song with Alicia Keys, or maybe you said it was Loon
I can fit your crib inside my truck, and I'd still have leg-room
Then I can park that whole truck inside my Master Bedroom
Saw ya DVD you talkin' that ridiculous noise
Sister got kids with baby cribs bigger then yours
Danny DeVito duckin' down couldn't even fit through your doors
You gotta be Kiddin' me BOY!, is you Kiddin' you SURE! (SURE!)
(T.I. Insert)
(Voice Mails left on Chamillionaire's Hotline)