(feat. Crooked I)
[Talking: Chamillionaire]

This messed up in here right now, mayne

[jail bars closing / jailmates talking]



You got bars, wearing skinny jeans

bragging bout clothes like that's what that is, mayne

Smell like urnation around here, mayne

Sentation knamsayin?

I done peep the scene

Every Tuesday boys getting did with no Vaseline

So I already just do my solo thang (me too)

Other day it was a fighting population

This lil' dude try to shank me with a Popsicle stick

Almost got his face knocked out by this West Coast cat

(Texas Go Hard!)

Crooked I (Let's get em!)



[Crooked I:]

Yeah, eastside of a red L.B.C.

Pumps in my trunk on my L.T.D.

Sippin' on that Hennessey it helps me breathe

Who's next on the west, might as well be me

Fast get mad cause I ain't drop a album

Ya favorite rapper hates on me how come?

A bet of questions how come I pull out guns on ya loud mouths

I can't leave the house without one? (BLAH!)

Keep it real I don't need imiations

Go guard your club, I don't need invitations

Your art is suck

Crooked go hard as fuck

Niggas go hard as nuts

I can see limitations (Ow)

Lyrical genius I pree in a faishon

Waiting to drop my CD but I'm patient

Fuck the industry if they want me to sell out

I can hit the streets for this cheese that I'm tasting (yeah)

Tony Touch told me not to conform

Now I coming at you like a tropical storm

And I knock it down every fuckin' obstacle 

? Not to conforms like a Mormon who shoplift for porn?

After you rocking-me-ion

Gimme the mic, I'm a rock till the dawn

I'm a Big Poppa spit proper Big Pun

With a big gun treat me like Pac when I'm gone



[Chamillionaire singing over Jodeci Hook / Crooked I talking:]

Your everything I need (sup Chamillionaire?)

Everything I want baby everything I need

Do what'cha want me too (your all we need)

I would do, Everythang (Southwest connection)

When start money for you (Knamtalkinbout?)

Oooohhhhhhhhh baby (R.I.P. Pimp muthafuckin' C) Yeah

What else is there to do? (R.I.P. Easy muthafuckin' E)

I don't know, 

I don't know, 

but I'll cry



[Chamillionaire]

Yeah

I know I'm sick enough to bless you Ha-choo!

The whole industry is gonna feel that flu

The industry is wanting me to sell out too I ain't goin lie

Vanilla Ice I wanna sell like you

Texas in my blood, Pimp C and Screw

Real close to my heart like a new tattoo

Everybody that I'm looking at ain't true

I guess I got a Crooked I and I'm just like you

Fans chat everyday about sells

Both in the sink you can save yourselfs

Show ya how to swim and I do it no help

Me and y'all can't talk if it ain't about mail

Last time I wore a backpack I was in school

Silly little trans try'na playa confused

Skinny little jeans y'all look like some fools I don't talk too much so they say that I'm rude

Was a duece-duece now I'm on a duece-six

Money getting made and it look like you sick

Wanna take mine but there's nothing you get

And your wallet looking skinny as a F-ing tooth pick

Get rich, tick-tick-tick BOOM!

Sliver I never really seen that spoon

Plies ain't here so you can assume

That I'm the realest rapper that you seeing in the room

Got a deal with me, goin do the deal for free

Was getting currency since C was still with P (who?)

Currency I know you feel me G I ain't come with a army but never will retrieve

Ya girl's still a freak, that girl feeling me

I let her open the door and let her feel the seat

Drop another underground ya gotta hear me speak

Can't listen to a tape and not hear the street



[Talking: Chamillionaire]

Man another bites to dust, mayne

They goin have to step they game up, mayne

It's one percent two  mayne [laughs]

One percent fruit juice, man

Man I need some perservates, man

(They starving us man)

?  man [laughs]

Crazy

[jail bars close]