Chamillionaire, look
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Check..
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[Chamillionaire]
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Ladies and Gents, in the prince of all parking lot pimps
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Yes I'm the Grinch and I ride twenty inch, like it's a synch
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Might convince your woman, to let me leave my paw prints
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On her ass, take a pinch while you watch like a wimp
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Look it don't make sense, rims bigger than Shawn Kemp
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I maneuver the big body, like I'm parking a blimp
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I'm the thoedest speaker, to ever speak through a speaker
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Talk down on Chamillion, I'll fix your face with my sneakers
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I get more green, than a whole forest full of reefer
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You just mad, cause you can't afford a smart beep-beeper
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I'm the crooked chrome creeper, from the gutter young thugger
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Chrome rims looking bigger, than your seventh grade brother
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Not a lover, she just trying to put me in a lip-lock
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I can't stay with you girl, I can only make a pit stop
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Big rocks what I rock, and I sip plenty of Henny
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While you losing your fame and game, like Penny and Lil' Penny
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Even Arsenio Hall, the Chamillion ball
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All them girls down South, is trying to give him the draws
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Just look at me dog, if she ain't wanna date me she would hate me
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If she ain't wanna rape me, she'd try to choke my neck and shake me
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Dumb nerd, scratch everything you already done heard
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I could go platinum if my album, was in mo' than one word
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And I'm throwed with no drank, is that dank nigga no thanks
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Don't think your girl see me on the streets, if she won't faint
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Look I never take her, to the mall and shop
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Some niggaz ain't tripping, but Chamillion ain't tricking
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Pulling something foreign, off the lot
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I'ma watch your lip hang, when I pull up on thangs
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If you gon get with me, you got to have
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Your own money, for a Prada bag
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Me and Pic, is hopping out a Jag
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Gripping wood grain, stacking our change
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Flow (Parking Lot Pimpin')
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Chamillionaire |