Chamillionaire

Chamillionaire - Not Friendly lyrics

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Chamillionaire Talking


Color Changin' Click, ay man I still ain't drop a solo album yet


I'm runnin' the game huh?, Controversy Sells comin' soon


Nah no need to be excited about that


I'm runnin' the game right, yeah, I can't hear you, Yeah Nigga

I'm trunk popped up I'm crawlin' crab (what the heck that mean?)


I'm crawlin' slab  shouldn't came if she on her pad


don't waste my gas better call a cab


Cash fold, I got bad hoes, but they only love me cuz my slab throwed


Car stay actin' like a fag (how?), bumperkit stayin' in drag mode


Get off my jock, you on the sack


I'ma tell you once, then I'ma warn a cat


then I'm, gon' react like you a quarterback


and I'm Warren Sapp, lay on ya back


Chamillion is not friendly


You will never get rid of me


They gon' have a big problem


when I hit that industry


No Bad Boy and no Puffy


I'm not 8Ball or MJG


Cuz you gon' have to deal with me


and that whole C.C.C


Real with me, you better be


The industry is scared of me


These pussy niggas ain't sell they'll get signed instead of me


Now toss me the basketball like they want to find out my hops


Nah I'ma different type of baller, our wrist got 5000 rocks


Don't slang but if I did, wouldn't have to hide out from cops


I'd have watchers on the roof, and I would find all they spots


Nah I'm not with Swishahouse ain't no plex with '5000' Watts


But Color Change bought me a platinum grill and a 5000 watch


Sho' ain't low no more it's gon' be 5000 watch


While they open the door for fans and let about 5000 watch


Party starts when I'm steppin' in


I'll trust no one but my next of kin


If you lookin for friends that'll stab ya back


gotta couple friends I'll recommend


Get cash niggas better hit the pen'


Drunk ass niggas better sip the gin'


DBo niggas that'll hit ya chin


wait til' you get up and then get ya wind


Tryed to play my click left but then the checks creptin


And I realized that me, myself and I my best weapons


So I'm rippin' up applications for a next best friend


And the only next that I'ma trust, is my next of kin


Doors closed but we ain't outside yellin' let us in


Nigga we knockin' that hoe to the ground like disrespective men


(Step ya game up), pat'na my game is stepped up in


We could make a contest outta plex and let the best to win


Yeah!, Yeah!, Yeah!..Color Changin' Click baby

Chamillionaire Speaks Until The Song Ends







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Language: English

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