[Intro:]
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Yeah!
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It's Major Pain, baby
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Knahtalkinbout?
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Ha, Ha
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Ight, let me get serious
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KOOPA!
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[Chorus: x2]
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I come through and show em how to do it (WOO)
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And she like 'Boy, you tha truth' (You tha truth)
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And he like (yeah) 'Boy, you tha truth' (you tha truth)
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And she like (hold up) 'Boy, you tha truth'
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[talking over chorus: Chamillionaire]
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So what I'm goin try to do is
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Go a little faster
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Then I'm a go a lil slow
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Switch upt he style a lil bit, knahtalkinbout?
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You ready?
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I'm ready, baby
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Turn my headphones up
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Hear it go
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[Verse:]
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I'm back to the bone, it feel like I'm the best and they cannot contest when I'm kicking that mess
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Cause ya chick is undressed when she lifting her dress It's like Mannie and Fresh they be looking like flesh!
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Anybody that's on the net, saying Chamillionaire ain't the best
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Get off the D, get off the I and let your keyboard figure the rest
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Cause I impress my own self, and only the man upstairs can judge me
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Re-tellers open ya mixtape rappers than they hug me
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I control the market, even bootleggers be lovey dovey
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Plus the necklace got em thinking that Johnny the jeweler's my buddy
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Crash test the best, cause if you hate me than youse a dummy
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Gimme a month I bet you turn the opposite of chubby
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Ever verse is crack, and crack kids be singing they love me
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Mix-tape Messiah 4 I bet that you become a drugy
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They sayin that money talks, rappers better not I make a sound
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Walkin a major money, is none of these rappers is found
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Even the mayor know my papers enough to buy the town
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Plus the wheels of fortune, so I'm a bout to buy a noun
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Ever verse is a msterpiece, my money's still stacking like Master P's
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Feeling like Mighty Mouse the way I be taking flights to stack the cheese
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Please, you better not make another sound
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Yeah, yeah I rep the Texas they just "Download my style"
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Welcome to the garage, pick any car and the room she yells 'which'
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Like she was staring at the lady that's on the broom
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Can't call it a fleet (why) more like a patone
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Different car everyday of the week from fourth of July till June
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Look at how they change they tone, who not playa
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In the wind I'm in Berlin, I know it's you not dear
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Into the coat in the ATM they sound like AOL
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Soon as I'm checkin my account it tells me "You Got Mail"
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Ha, ha, Merci Bocu Monname, who is cold as me?
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Betty fresh kiss the kicks when they stick in all his teeth
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French chick was in the whip, now she sitting on the street
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She was looking fine till she ask me she can hold a G
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Yeah, and if I want I'm a get it
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And if I don't really want it, then it can leave I'm a let it
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Used to be N Luv With My Money, now I'm in love with my credit
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By the bar with they dollars I buy a building with debit
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Uh, I hit that Harlem Nights, It's goin prepare the storm
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Look up to the roof it's reindeer, feeling like Santa's home
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Famous bet that he could leave out with the baddest one
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Call her dot com cause she lookin like she Amazon
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Got her suit like T.I., and I got a hundred million more to go
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Boys in Texas D.E.Y. know they know like Shorty (Shawty) Lo
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Lil Boosie check out the bang, getting check ya shorty know
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Checkout my bank account they won't ever come up shorter low
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Woo, they be like Koopa you so cocky bro
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Cause I did everything that they say was impossible
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And I feel like a one man wrecking crew, what I need a posse for?
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All this ice on me like I got hit with hockey throat
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Duck, they say that they wanna have fun
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Feeling like Sliverspoons in the pool of the mansion
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See ya breast stroking in the nude and I had one
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So I'm a 'turn the camera on the pool', like Camron
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Had this chick in the crib, told me that I was difficult
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Told me I should go back to the days when I had the glistening too
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Then she tried to tell me I should go back to rap with, Who?
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Mappala Weezyana (yeah) I bet'cha that she gonna get the boot
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Kop, mother nature must of had a son
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Cause I'm flyer than the roof in the gigantic storm
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They say Mixtape Messiah here, haters prepare better to run
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When ya see me greemy like "Cannon" Cause I am a don
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| HUH! |
