Chamillionaire

Chamillionaire - I Mean That There lyrics

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Mix Tape Messiah..

talking


Yeah uhhuh, Chamillitary mayn, Chamillitary mayn


And I mean that there, and I mean that there


And I mean that there, yeahyeah


Yeahyeahyeah, and I mean that there


And I mean that there, and I mean that there yeahyeah

Chamillionaire


Not a angel I'm filled with anger, to the industry I'm a danger


They make friends with dick suckers, said they tell you that I'm a stranger


Kick some dirt on my name, but really how can I blame you


I'm the next to blow, so they put me on punishment for bad behavior


They said I should of went major, but I'm a procrastinator


I get the job done playa, but I'm busy now ask me later


Stay with a calculator, my lawyer get a grand retainer


Why cause I'm a better business man, than your average hater


But now I wanna ask a favor, don't talk to me like I'm stupid


Got no love for you haters, so send that message to cupid


Give a shout out to Who Kid, (why give a shout out to Who Kid)


Cause I'm wearing something, that match the size of a GUnit shoe kid


What's that a nine stupid, you do the math why


I tried to be nice to the dyke, but that was my last try


And since it seems the industry, is infatuated with the bad guy


I'm spitting and pissing on gimmick niggaz, when they pass by


Get mad that I get green, you dealing with the Hulk


I put my anger in the music, nigga this is the result


Did a hundred thousand independent, now I move c.d.'s in bulk


Check on Chamillionaire.com, my fan base is a cult


I'm that nigga that'll spot you, see you in the streets and box you


You acting like you a problem, I bet I do something bout you


Run the South when it come to making mix tapes, I'm a monster


Napster crashed, but I wanna give a special shout out to Kazaa


Long as Lil' Jon, and Manny keep making beats


Chamillionaire gon be a ghetto millionaire, in these streets


I speak my mind, so stop acting so sentimental


You soft, if you go to jail you'll get used for a prison pillow


You scared, shooting slugs behind the bushes and not a brick


Like a bush is gon protect you, you know who you dealing with


Chamillitary hideous mood, and I pity the fool


If I walk in I bet every sissy, in the city'd move


Ain't got to walk a city for food, like Diddy did dude


If you hungry for drama, I'll see that my Semi get chewed


Give me the tool I'm from Texas, but I ain't no damn bammer


Mess with Killa Mike, Ron Thomas that Quo down in Atlanta


Lil' Flip and my man Banner, come here and get man handled


By Slim, E.S.G., OG Ron C fix your damn channel


If you think we all right thurr, and speaking with bad grammar


I know Bun B, Lil' O and S.U.C. ain't no damn bammers


Rasaq ain't no damn bammer, PlayNSkillz ain't no damn bammers


The clip in the hand jammer, to use it for a damn hammer


Hit you on top of your head, and leave humps like a tan camel


Keep a couch with a full house, like Dan Tanner


That's plenty of bricks, that's plenty of chips


There's plenty of fine groupies, there's plenty of chicks


Like dominatrix chicks, there's plenty of whips


So you bricks can do a flip, off the end of my dick


Get off the end of my tip, nigga you a crash test dummy


You album dropped you smile and frown, after the math get funny


I'm getting all my publishing, never had that kept from me


I'm buying Color Changin' vehicles, with my ass cap money


Promises that they gave you, made you feel like you major


Navigator and twoway pager, they gave you then made you


Go lie about how they paid you, and never will play you


You's a puppet go get a refund, I think that they played you


You album was whack huh, it's still on the rack huh


Repo man hopped in your vehicle, they took it back huh


You go get a dagger, then hop in a cab huh


You looking for a A&R or CEO, you can stab huh


Did a hundred thousand independent, ain't really nothing to prove


I make a million disappear, quicker than Nelly with jewels


See the industry wouldn't listen, so I stopped being a humble guy


Now I'm the come get it, if you ready to royal rumble guy

And I mean that there, and I mean that there


And I mean that there jeah, (throw you out the game)







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