[Intro - Chamillionaire - talking]
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Haha, hey
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(Dada, dada, dada)
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Do the opposite of lift your top up
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Turn your knock up
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Let's wake the whole block up
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(Dada, dada, dada)
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(cha, cha, cheah)
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Chamillitary mayne
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[Chorus - Chamillionaire - w/ ad libs]
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I'm comin down clean, in my slab lookin throwed
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They already know it's me, they see them slabs in a row
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I'ma paper chaser, so them grands gotta grow
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Better recognize a player when I step through the door
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I swang and I swing, it swang and it slow
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I'ma hit that Harlem Nights and you already know
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Throw a stack up in the air and watch the grands hit the floor
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I ain't gotta say I'm player, I ain't gotta say I'm player
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She gonna already know
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[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
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Its that nigga that used to tip with a counterfeit twenty
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Now my chips stay legit and I don't counterfeit any (woo)
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All of 'em fit in the whip and I can count and fit many
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Bad hoes in my lobe, my newest whip can fit plenty (whoa!)
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Thirty stacks in my pocket, like I just had a show (show)
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The snow bunnies is poppin up, like it planned to snow (snow)
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The Ferry (Ferrari) door is gon' open just like the Phantom door
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Money talks, but I only speak to a 100 grand or more (whoa)
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The car stop and the hard top is what y'all jockin (jockin)
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They all flockin, the jaws droppin and drawers droppin (droppin)
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Your boy ballin like Flavor Flav, you small clockin (haha)
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Small timers with Alztheimer's, you're forgotten
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I was born a mack, keep it blacker than Bernie Mac (Mac)
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Control schedules, take a clock and I turn it back (back)
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Why you talk, I'm in Utah like Hornacek (Hornacek)
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Doin real estate, tryna get another corner shack (whoa)
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The hoes watchin the car, like the view is panoramic (yeah)
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The fos crooked, they sure shook, cause the back is slanted (yeah)
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It's mathematics, I give the moolah to that mechanic
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He does magic (wa la) to the car, like that's enchanted
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I call 'em Ernest the Murder Magician of the vision (vision)
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Your chrome missin, now you spinnin, like it's addition (addition)
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A stool pigeon, a fool pigeon, is just a pigeon
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We school niggaz, all you niggaz, come get tuition
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Chamillitary, some fans said they was done with that (done with that)
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But now they runnin back towards me like a running back
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They fumbled that, yeah, yeah, them niggaz fumbled that
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I keep the Magnum attached to me like a condom yak
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Some will jam when you shoot 'em and I call that Summer Jam (jam)
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Some will jam but I BAM, hit 'em with that summer jam
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They called me, said I heard you was out in Birmingham (yeah)
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I said I am, but not Alabama, that's in London man
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[Chorus - Chamillionaire - w/ ad libs]
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[Outro - Chamillionaire - singing]
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Dada, dada, dada
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Dada, dada, dada
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She gonna already know
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Dada, dada, dada
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I ain't gotta say I'm player, she gonna already know
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(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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She Gonna Already Know
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| Chamillionaire |
