Chamillionaire

Talking That Talk

Chamillionaire


Ay!, Houston, Texas (Houston, Texas) 
Chamillionaire, The Mixtape Messiah 
Haha, I feel like niggaz need to show some respect off in here mayne 
Tell 'em the name (tell 'em the name) - Chamillitary mayne 

[Chorus: Chamillionaire] 
I hear ya talkin' that talk, I heard you was talkin' bout me 
Soon as I ask who you talkin' too, you reply wit' nah it's not me 
No bite for all of that barkin', cow-mad that y'all ain't got me 
They 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 blind 
And still be better off than niggaz talkin lip to a nine 
I hit that track wit' David Banner, talk that lip to me now 
Pussy niggaz like to hide, pop up on 'em suprise! 
Tired of lettin' niggaz ride gave 'em too many times 
I'm sick of tryin', sick 'em huh, flippin' and flyin' 
Now they got me yellin' out WHAT! like a skit from Jon 
Chamillitary ain't gon' ride, y'all need to quit ya lying 
Cuz ya know that ya falsifying niggaz know they can't stop the giant 
It just shows that'll stop the crying, move over this spot is mine 
Take over it's about the time, I'ma put all these boys in line 
Couldn'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 off 
sumthin' that'll knock ya fuckin' lump off 
Think I'm bama, think I'm country well I'am bitch 
And I got bullets I can share and I ain't selfish 
Dirty boy I got just what you need 
Them slugs that'll fly through trees and knock off knees 
Knock off kids, knock off peers - 
Got beats that'll knock by ?, wrong-buck get ya throat cut 
Catch a buck 5th, watch yo chest lift 
Dope rhymes, cuz the small lines take a sniff 
Bitch I'm tryna make ya nose bleed 
Like Russians bustin' the shit out Apollo creed 
I'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-ram 
You'll be stupid for challengin', knock ya outta ya skeleton 
You'll be down on the floor like a Lil' Flippa or Banner fan 
The hustle man, I hustle a grand, that dude in Atlant' it 
Then what I do wit it? Flip it, kinda like that dude that he mad at 
I'm talkin' stops when I rocket, it's sendin' you out the planet 
You'll be just timber-in-a-lake like that dude feelin' Janet 
That could get you shot at damaged, I bet that you cry or panic 
That could get you cut, beat the hell up, then goodbye or vanish 
Put ya feet on the concrete, I hope that you got 'em planted 
Now stand-flat, so I can blaat!, make you loose all your balance 
Koopa 

[Chorus]