Ultimate Victory Album

Artist(s): Chamillionaire

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Chamillionaire Ultimate Victory Cover Art

Tracklist

The Morning News

length: 3:59
producer: Kane Beatz
vocal: Chamillionaire
mixer: James Hoover
recording engineer: James Hoover
composer: Kane Beatz, Chamillionaire

Chamillitary man

[News Reporter]
Fighting broke out over-night between rival factions along the Israeli - Syrian border
Initial reports claim Israeli jet fighters bombed a guerilla base,
Killing at least 49 soldiers and 13 civillians, damage to the base is said to be heavy
And the Israeli jets are reported to have made it back to their headquaters safely
An 49 year old unidentified man went beserk last night, opening fire with a 12 gauge shotgun...

[Chamillionaire]
Leave me alone!
Terror alert, victory!
I stay droppin that bombness, Rosie O'Donnel and Donald Trump stay arguing bout nonsense
Would they treat me as good as Hugh Heffner if I had a mansion full of blond chicks?
If adultery was a felony, then Clinton would be a convict
Put you in the same position and lets see what you'd really do
They tell me that I sold out if I execute the no snitchin rule
Sound like it was a good idea, til a murder happen to you
Dumb-stupid, or stupid-dumb, either one you don't have a clue
Voice perfect for CNN but knew Larry King wouldn't hear it through
Bill O'Reily's an idiot, he ain't the only one with an opinion fool
E-mail this to my publicist so the media is gonna hear it too
You get on TV and get at me, then I'm gonna get on the CD and get at you

Uncle Sam says to pay your taxes, just to learn that I pay for classes
Part time hustle really ain't gonna last, so todays forecast is to make more cash
Its the morning news, news news, let em know the truth, truth, truth
Its the morning news, news news, let em know the truth, truth, truth
Its the morning news

In the strip club ballin', Bill Collecta keep callin
You ain't even tryna pay your bills, he show up and you dodgin
White man ballin, black man starvin, looks like Al Sharpton found another cause to get
involved in
I cant hate to see a black man, and I don't hate to see a black hand
Crawlin into that cookie jar koz theres plenty of dough up in that man
When your black and you educated people say "You ain't black man!"
May be black in your appearance but really whiter than Batman
CEO's are like slave masters and most of them don't even know it
Their employees are like slaves, work the bill but don't even own it
Your money right but your credit ain't, then the bank still wont loan it
If you're on top and ain't payin taxes then I hope you're enjoyin your moment

Uncle Sam says to pay your taxes, just to learn that I pay for classes
Part time hustle really ain't gonna last, so todays forecast is to make more cash
Its the morning news, news news, let em know the truth, truth, truth
Its the morning news, news news, let em know the truth, truth, truth
Its the morning news

Hip-hop crunk music, pikey music, slab music, sound like a nursin rhyme
Get a beat and rap to it, aint speakin with a purpose, Imma call it crap music
Y'all got your boys gettin mad, my bad lets get back to it
Cigarettes are still causin cancer, and chronic smoke'll still get you high
In the streets or in the store, know a couple dollars wont get you by
Truth is a Paris Hilton jail cover story could never flop
For that sexy mug-shot I could get a million dollars a pop
Even Michaels in the media, they like to make examples of people just like you
Get involved and I bet the indite you, goto jail and I bet they don't write you
Yea, you ain't got a college degree then they'll say you're not intelligent
And if your class ain't Upper Class, then your opinion is irrelevant

Uncle Sam says to pay your taxes, just to learn that I pay for classes
Part time hustle really ain't gonna last, so todays forecast is to make more cash
Its the morning news, news news, let em know the truth, truth, truth
Its the morning news, news news, let em know the truth, truth, truth
Its the morning news

The world is crazy, every day I gotta wake up to this nonsense
Silly rappers think I'm worried about a punch-line
I show more purpose than your whole career in one line
Victory

Hip Hop Police

length: 4:12
producer: Jonathan “J.R.” Rotem
vocal: Chamillionaire
performer: Jonathan “J.R.” Rotem
mixer: Phil Tan
recording engineer: Greg Ogan
guest: Slick Rick
additional engineer: Josh Houghkirk
composer: Richard Walters, Jonathan “J.R.” Rotem, Chamillionaire
[Chamillionaire:]
Go, go, go, go, go, go
Keep runnin', homey
Go, go, go, go, go, go
They on the trail
Go, go, go, go, go, go
Keep runnin', homey
Go, go, go, go, go, go
They on the trail

[Chorus:]
With so much drama in the industry
Hip hop police are listening
Be careful or you'll be history
Looks like another unsolved mystery
It's murda, murda, murda
Ah, it's murda, murda, murda
Yeah, it's murda, murda, murda
Somebody tell 'em it's murda
Murder was the case and they blamed me

Officer, I didn't do it; you can't blame me for this
Could you please loosen up the handcuffs on my wrists?
You can call me what you wanna, man, but I ain't a snitch
No cooperation is exactly what you would get
Till I talk to my lawyer, you get no reply
(You've obviously been watching too much CSI
I'm not a crash dummy so don't even try
To talk your dirty trash to me, no BFI
If you are not guilty of anything, then why did you run?)
'Cause you the police, and, plus, I saw you cocking your gun
And the chamber wasn't empty; it was obviously one
(If you think I'm believing that one, you're obviously dumb)
Huh? (I know that you heard the sirens, you dived in
To the vehicle you was driving and ridin' in
Instead you shouldn't be whining, but abidin' by the law
Nah, it's obvious you're lying)

[Chorus]

(Stop lying to me, boy; it'd be best you confess
I can smell the BS on the scent of your breath
Saw the meth while I was inspecting your deck
Saw that you was ridin' dirty when I looked at the rest
Who is this guy Busta? Who is this guy Snoop?
Who is his other friend who's wearing the sky blue?
Look at this pic here, he standing beside you
Tell me his name now, I heard he was Piru
Confiscated the CD's at one of your homes
For evidence ever since we heard some of your songs
What about this Pimp guy? He was on one of your songs
I coulda sworn he said he had a pocket full of stones
Am I wrong?) Hell yeah, I don't know who that is
I don't know no Pimp C, all I know is I'm rich
And I'm a bond like James, bet I be out here quick
Man... (You ain't getting out of here, you must think that you're slick
In the car we confiscated the chronic and the clips
Diary that you had and all your blueprints
On the Death Row booklet, we found your two prints
Your thumb and your index - the judge will love this)

With so much drama in the industry
Hip hop police are listening
Be careful or you'll be history
Looks like another unsolved mystery
It's murda (It's a bloody murder)
Ah, it's murda (It's a bloody murder)
Yeah, it's murda (It's a bloody murder)
Somebody tell 'em it's murda
Murder was the case and they blamed me

(And you can see you're screwed as the evidence pours in
The witness to the crime was at three in the morning
Gave us a description so we picked up your boy and
You'll get a lighter sentence if you put the crime on him)
A big celebrity, a case we long for
You a pirate, why you got that eye patch on for?
Funny (Puttin' people in a hearse what I heard for
Where were you the night of April twenty-first, son?)
Home (I think that you got your facts wrong, gat's on you
Chamillionaire robbed, shot couple cats on Melview)
What? (We gonna have to jail you, too
In the line-up, don't speak until we tell you to
This the person who jimmed your lock, sir?)
Well, he's dark, kinda looked like him, I'm not sure
Failing to nail 'cause ***ailant's another
Leave, I see an unmarked tailing a brother
Hit the Bodega, not no more game
This chick used to be all nice, acting all strange
Like she was gonna get it, pathetic
***ailant caught, now they all apologetic

[Chorus]

Standing Ovation

length: 4:28
producer: Kane Beatz
vocal: Chamillionaire
mixer: James Hoover
composer: Kurt Carr, Kane Beatz, Chamillionaire
[Talking:]
What's up man,
Since you got a grammy and everything,
You done changed,
You ain- You can't even call me back,
You won't even call me back bro,
I called you 75 times yesterday dawg,
They cut my phone off, 'cause I was callin' you


[Intro:]
Now that I've got dough in my pockets,
And a whole lot of profits, (owww!)
Seems like everybody loves me

It feels great,
Seems like everybody loves me,
A round of applause for the cause,
Thank you, thank you,
Ch-chyea


[Verse 1:]
Used to treat me like the bad guy from Houston,
And the media was like Darth Vader,
People turnin' like turntables,
Stay crossin' over like crossfaders,
Try to switch up teams, like ball playas,
So our enemies are like our neighbors,
Keep 'em close, yeah very close,
Most of my folks are still on papers,
You can work, or you can have the work,
But we makin' more than all of y'all wages,
Motivation, makes hustlas make ya,
So we successful because y'all made us,
Used to not, give a flyin' eff,
When they greated us with that one finga,
Whole world jumped on the tip,
And we hit the switch and sat on swangaz,
In the hood they say y'all famous,
Grindin' hard, so we can ball later,
They be like damn, that boy made it,
If they say I didn't, that's wrong data,
First the braud, would try to say I'm fraud,
See me pull that waud, and that braud changes,
Callin' me, she wanna be on the team,
And now she's mad because I'm ignorin' pagers,
Boys thinkin' that they can serve me,
Y'all actin' like y'all waiters,
Same ones who used to walk pass me,
We was underground, but now we on majors,
Keep speakin', beggin' for a beat,
And I'll tell the streets to give that boy a favor,
Turn 'em purple blue and red, all flavors
I got a message for all haters


[Chorus:]
Headed to the top,
And there ain't no way to stop it,
And I sho ain't forgot,
When everybody used to judge me,
Now that I got dough in my pockets,
And a whole lot of profit,
Seems like everybody loves me,
I know you like my style,
I know you like my style,
I know you love the way I put it down,
I made it through the hate-in,
So when you see me shinin',
Gimme a standing ovation


[Verse 2:]
I was bouncin' back like ping-pong,
Ridin' became the new theme song,
Beatin' on my chest like I'm King Kong,
When I broke the record for the ring tones,
You ever seen a platinum plaque,
That look like that,
Then you seen wrong,
Better sit back and relax,
Cause my platinum reign is gonna sing long,
And I don't blame boys for hatin',
Because they wasn't patient,
And they didn't know the plan,
I knew that something had them shakin,
It was gonna bubble like a Coka Cola can,
And I shook it up like a soda can,


My wallet is over flowin' man,
Now my potential is unlimited,
Like the minutes on my Motorola plan,
Accountants and lawyers,
I got big business, managers,
Chamillitary is an interprise,
Is you ready to ride?
Is you a fan or what?
Sound scannin' in Africa,
Sound scannin' in Canada,
We don't play, yeah VMAs,
It can't get any better, can it huh? (can it huh)
And I know it's hard to stay humble,
They really thought I threw a fumble,
I could of caught that through the trees,
While runnin' right into the jungle,
Could of been little Mugsy Bee,
Turn her back into Mutumble,
Would of still been a victory for me,
You win, then they'll say they love you


[Hook:]
I know you like my style,
I know you like my style,
I know you love the way I put it down,
I made it through the hate-in',
So when you see me shinin',
Gimme a standing ovation


[Verse 3:]
Let's give a cheers, (give 'em cheers!)
To everyone who thought I'd disappear,
Thought that every word I said,
Was a subliminal shot to disappear,
Now I'm in a different gear,
No beef, no hate, no dissin' here,
You must of been drunk to doubt me,
You obviously didn't miss a beer,
I used to argue about everything,
With folks that just didn't hear,
Realized, I was wastin' words,
Like whisperin' in a missin' ear,
I say it good and real,
They tellin' me it isn't clear,
My two eyes just didn't tear,
'Cause weakness is what I didn't feel, (yeah!)
It's a better result than last time,
But this grind, it's a different year,
I really should be commended,
For what I've accomplished,
Give a cheer


[Talking:]
Naw matter fact,
I take that back, (wonderful!)
Hold your applause for the sequel,
We haven't gotten to the part where they try to cheat you, (wicked!)
Aha

(woo!)
(Chamillitary!)
(you're a genius, you're a genius!)


[Chorus:]
Headed to the top,
And there ain't no way to stop it,
And I sho ain't forgot,
When everybody used to judge me,
Now that I got dough in my pockets,
And a whole lot of profit,
Seems like everybody loves me,
I know you like my style,
I know you like my style,
I know you love the way I put it down,
I made it through the hate-in',
So when you see me shinin',
Gimme a standing ovation


[Outro:]
(wonderful!)
(wicked!)
(woo!)
(Chamillitary!)
(you're a genius, you're a genius!)

Won't Let You Down

length: 4:38
producer: Kane Beatz
guest performer: K.C.
vocal: Chamillionaire
mixer: James Hoover
recording engineer: James Hoover
additional recording engineer: Aaron Dahl
composer: Kevin Cossom, Kane Beatz, Chamillionaire
It seems that there's a deadly virus that's sweeping through the urban community
The side effects cannot often be seen because your pockets will not turn green
Some thought that there was no vaccine, But it seems that we have a cure
Chamillitary Mayne
Get off your couch and go get it

I'm up early in the morning thinking bout getting this money
All I know is I gotta get that paper
The hustlers told me that I gotta get it, get it
Now I'm gettin it the best way I know how
I won't let you down, won't let you down
I won't let you down

I'm up early than a mother, chasing mine cause I'm a hustler
Then tomorrow everything is gonna rewind
Only seven days a week and 24 hours a day
That ain't enough for me so I ain't wasting time
Cause only dreams come to sleepers and my life ain't getting cheaper
So you know them dollar signs, they on my mind
When they ask me where I'm goin? I say you already know
I'm bout to hit the streets and go and get what's mine, I won't let you down
Dreams of having finer things, Ridin blades and dreaming should
Make you wanna wake up and get it in real life than see the wood
In your grip, If you slip and don't grab what you see then good
Only place that you gonna be or ever see gonna be the hood

Boy that word ain't no excuse, You know what it mean to me
It means you passing over opportunities repeatedly
Write it on a piece of paper, Only thing I see is P
That paper, paper, paper chaser, better thing for me to be
Nah, my services ain't for free, make that money multiply
Early in the morning I be gone, chase with me, it ain't gonna be no tie
Try to explain and give em game, I don't know why I even try
You do the same if you was I, but you are you so you gonna lie
Make em think that you got cash, tell them ladies you got slabs
Only thing you get is laughs, You can't even bring down half
Of the bill that's on that tab, Only thing wrong with being broke
Is staying broke and making excuses bout it like there ain't no hope

I don't know how many times I gotta tell ya
In the hood, having no condition, I was having something
I remember it like it was yesterday
They was talking down on me and I lost a couple homies
I was getting mine while they used to play
They say I need to slow down but I ain't slowing down for nothing
I don't wanna let the paper get away
So when I'm in the streets grindin, ain't no need to be crying
The best way that you can help me is to pray I won't let you down
Partners that was getting lazy, Females that was acting crazy
Then promoters that tried to play me, Mixtape labels that didn't pay me
My old homies that ain't around me, Dissing rappers that came to find me
Major labels that didn't sign me, left all that nonsense behind me, I got paid

See, rich people ain't going to tell you how to get paid
And broke people act like they the richest people in the world
Always tellin people with money how to get it
Always spendin money that they thought they was gonna get.
Always buying things they can't afford.
Stop making excuses.
If chronic smoke makes him sleepy, he's gonna tell ya he got chronic fatigue
If liquor makes him drowsy, he gonna say he got that grey goose disease
If women keep taking his money, he gonna tell ya he slipped off his sleeve
Whatever your weakness, stop making excuses please
You should not be in couch or in house, you should be in route
If you gotta ask where, then that's the reason you ain't got nothing
You don't know how to listen, go get it

Industry Groupie

length: 3:35
producer: Jonathan “J.R.” Rotem
vocal: Chamillionaire
mixer: Phil Tan
recording engineer: Greg Ogan
additional engineer: Josh Houghkirk
composer: Jonathan “J.R.” Rotem, Chamillionaire
[Intro:]
Yeah, On behalf of Chamillitary Entertainment
I'd like to extent my deepest apologies
To anyone who feels they are offended by the following content
Now that we done with all of the nonsense
If you know you ain't a groupie, make some noise

[Chorus]
G-R-O-U-P-I-E
Told me that she ain't a freak x2
G-R-O-U-P-I-E
Told me that she ain't a freak x2
Baby, You was kinda high maintenance to me
Spent my paper but you let my partner sleep with you for free
Baby, I thought you were in love with me
But obviously, your just a groupie (Groupie Love!)

[Verse 1:]
See, I got a clue when Young Dro said his girlfriend got a girlfriend
That girlfriend of his girlfriend had Chamillionaire as her man
Then T-Pain said he was sprung, said he had fell in love with a stripper
I shoulda known that you was the stripper that was on the pole tuggin on his zipper
Kanye said that you was a gold digger, You always wanted to be major paid
I turned on my TV and then I seen you kissin on Flava Flav
We was both fans of UGK, we was both dreaming bout ridin blades
While I was dreaming, you was gettin laid on everybodys bed and I was getting played
Yung Joc knew that we was through, said he knew he didn't stand a chance
You stood still while my song played and his came on and you did his dance
You kept begging me for romance, I kept telling you that's enough
You turned on my boy Juvenile and then proceeded to back that up
Pitbull said 'Culo!' and I ain't even that good at Spanish
But I knew he was talking to you, I was down with you so I couldn't stand it
Don't try to lie, Don't try to cry, Ain't nothing more for us to talk about
Like Unk told ya take 2-Steps towards the door and just walk it out

[Chorus]
G-R-O-U-P-I-E
Told me that she ain't a freak x2

G-R-O-U-P-I-E
Told me that she ain't a freak x2
Baby, You was kinda high maintenance to me
Spent my paper but you let my partner sleep with you for free
Baby, I thought you were in love with me
But obviously, your just a groupie (Groupie Love!)


[Verse 2:]
Gave Bun B a little groupie love, you gave Pimp C a little groupie love
And then you bumped into the whole Screwed Up Click and gave every member in the group a hug
Even messed with my boy Slim Thug, he pulled up, you had a heart attack
You tried to mess with Game and 50 but neither one of em called you back
Ask J.R., my car was pushed to the limit on Cool & Dre
Plus Rick Ross was Hustlin' that money outcha like everyday
You knew that I loved you was them three words that I'd never say
Now your business all over the radio and its the penalty that you have to pay
You made the choice to go and be a freak, even had Akon been smacking that
Her plan was to get ran through by a linebacker or a quarterback
R Kelly didn't have to tell me about your bump-n-grind and your foreplay
I found out and I asked you if this was true, you said no way
Birdman said 'Believe Dat!', T.I.P. was like 'Shawty!'
Then Young Jeezy said 'That's Right!' and Lil' Jon said 'Okay!'
Heard you was messin with Ray J, you did a flick is what they say
I ain't even wanna look at the tape until P.Diddy said Press Play

[Chorus]
G-R-O-U-P-I-E
Told me that she ain't a freak x2
G-R-O-U-P-I-E
Told me that she ain't a freak x2
Baby, You was kinda high maintenance to me
Spent my paper but you let my partner sleep with you for free
Baby, I thought you were in love with me
But obviously, your just a groupie (Groupie Love!)

To be continued...

Pimp Mode

length: 5:23
producer: Happy Perez
vocal: Chamillionaire
mixer: James Hoover
recording engineer: James Hoover
guest: Bun B
composer: Happy Perez, Bun B, Chamillionaire
Yea
Let her go
Let her go
Let her go
Let her go
Chamilitary-mayne
Yea
Pimp mode
U kno I stay in pimp mode
U kno I stay in pimp mode
Ya let her go
Let her go
Let her go
Yea pimp mode
Pimp mode
She don't wanna leave, u gotta let her breath baby
U wanna stay, make sure u wipe yo feet on the flo fo u step thru the door
Chamilitary mayne
Lez go

[Chorus]
Let me hop right in the pimp mode
Got the top down on a fresh set of 4's
And I push it real slow,slow,slow
I pimp the caddy real slow,real slow,real slow
Let me hop right in the pimp mode
Put the game on em u know how the rest go
U know how the rest go,go,go
U know I be in pimp mode,pimp mode,pimp mode,pimp mode

[Verse 1]
Picture me listenin while she beggin
That ain't even my style
Thats a penalty or a foul
Hit the sideline and sit down
I ain't even trippin bout how
Many my numbers that she gon dial
U'll get ejected from the game now
Watch reality hit ya like pow
U know my stacks will stay stackin
Knowin they hate so Ima stay packin
Knowin Chamillionaire got what they lackin
Havin them ladys showin they back in
Continental lincoln jus stretchin
Stash is hot and my weapon
Baby flashin her fleshin
Hopin its her that im sexin
Yes im stayin fresh jus like Mannie
Bout to go hit my spot in Miami
Now that I won im puttin my Grammy
On the grill and hood of my candy
She talkin bout can we can we what
Please take anotha vacation
And I'm like take another vacation
U gon have to sit and stay patient
I control her and remote her
She doin just wat I told her
Got a fonebook in my fone yea
Somewhere up in my folder
I stay choosin em like a voter
Told her ill promote her
Pinky shinin like its solar
Game colder than a polar

[Chorus]
Let me hop right in the pimp mode
Got the top down on a fresh set of 4's
And I push it real slow,slow,slow
I pimp the caddy real slow,real slow,real slow
Let me hop right in the pimp mode
Put the game on em u know how the rest go
U know how the rest go,go,go
U know I be in pimp mode,pimp mode,pimp mode,pimp mode

[Verse 2]
Well its a sunny day in the city
Wit syrup and sunny d
Flippin thru sunny side
Tryin to get me some money g
Down south on the south side
Where carseats is super-soft
If u trill we can conversate


If u aint ill blow ya off
From me the king of the trill
The one and the only mayne
My roof linin is swade
My seats is pony mayne
My air-forces is crocodile
Candy and dodo mayne
So when I step out
I step and im fly
Thats fa'sho tho mayne
Now cadillac cars
The machine 26's
Sittin clean cup
Full of promethazine for the lean
Naw mean
Sittin taller than yao-ming
Cut the corna them hatas
Fall back and start bawing
Lookin regal in the regal
Presidential in the lincoln
A balla in the beama
Man what the **** was u thinkin
Me and koopa wouldnt shine
We got u boyz sweatin
Playa texas is the gind-house
Ask Robert and Quentin we be pimpin

[Chorus]
Let me hop right in the pimp mode
Got the top down on a fresh set of 4's
And I push it real slow,slow,slow
I pimp the caddy real slow,real slow,real slow
Let me hop right in the pimp mode
Put the game on em u know how the rest go
U know how the rest go,go,go
U know I be in pimp mode,pimp mode,pimp mode,pimp mode

[Hook]
U in the presence of a playa
In the presence of a playa
I ain't gon be the one to save ya
I ain't gon be the one to save ya
U in the presence of a playa
In the presence of a playa
I ain't gon be the one to save ya
I ain't gon be the one to save ya

[Chorus]
Let me hop right in the pimp mode
Got the top down on a fresh set of 4's
And I push it real slow,slow,slow
I pimp the caddy real slow,real slow,real slow
Let me hop right in the pimp mode
Put the game on em u know how the rest go
U know how the rest go,go,go
U know I be in pimp mode,pimp mode,pimp mode,pimp mode


What u mean u ain't gon save me
I don't need nobody to save me
Oh yea
And u talkin about pimp
P-I-m-p
In the flesh
U know what that mean to me
What
Paper in my pocket
Haha
Now pull out ya credit card
Lets see if u can make my bank account pregnant
Man u krazy
Wat color is yo card
O is it black
American express
Cuz if it ain't
U need to step ya game up
Rookie
Man who u callin a rookie
Get up out my car
Uh I was jus playin baby
You know I love you
Yea aight
I hope u love to walk
Get out

Rock Star

length: 5:01
producer: The Beat Bullies
vocal: Chamillionaire
mixer: Phil Tan
recording engineer: Aaron Dahl
guest: Lil Wayne
additional engineer: Josh Houghkirk
composer: Nsilo Reddick, Nicholas Sherwood, Lil Wayne, Chamillionaire
Rock star!
Rock star! (rock on)
Rock star! (rock on)
It's rock n roll! (rock on!)

I got ladies that love my ladies
Haters that hate my haters
I'm a Chamillionaire, but got billionaires for my neighbors (Rock On)
I been havin' paper, I been havin' stacks
The crowd screamin' loud in every city on the map
Got the groupies goin' crazy, they don't know how to act
I bring em backstage and tell em baby just relax

Rock on, they see the jewels is so sick,l like flu spit and flu cough
Take it off and you lost, the tough talk get tooled off
Keep the four iron near, keep on thinkin' that it's for golf
Nickel Plate on your head, silverware's food for thought
Grammy winner the haters is like 'How could this happen?' (how?)
On the red carpet so much they mistake me for Aladdin (wow?)
How I'm a rapper with revenue like a rock star?
If I'm near you can believe the black card is not far
'Teen Spirit' ain't what they smellin', they yellin' 'Where that Nirvana?'
The crowd is rockin' n rollin', them swishers full of marijuana
They judgin' me like your honor, your daughter's here with her mama
They tell me that I'm a charmer, more freakier than Madonna
Famous look right at me and said 'Know why I got my lighter up?'
Cause like the throwback P. Diddy alias I'm a 'Puff'
See how we rippin up tickets that police be writin us
Do like Michael Jackson's complexion Mr. and lighten up

[Chorus]
Ladies love it when your livin' like a rock star
I got em screamin' loud as they be screamin' comin' out broads daily
Ladies love it when your livin' like a rock star
She's sayin' she's in love with me and she is probably your lady
Like a rockstar (Lady)
Like a rockstar (Lady)
Ladies love it when your livin' like a rock star (Baby)
Catch me gettin' into trouble like it's my job (Baby)
When they listen to the cops come then I'ma (Rock On!)
I been havin' paper, I been havin' stacks
The crowd screamin' loud in every city on the map
Got the groupies goin crazy, they don't know how to act
I bring em backstage and tell em baby just relax

Rock 'n' roll fly
***** behold I
I am the ****
Hear the commode cry
Hear the guitar scream
That Double R lean
And if it's for me
Then its foreign
I mean my cars, I mean my clothes
I mean my hos, I mean my flows
You dress different round then me I'm a clean your nose
Step into the line of fire hide the penal code
Compared to big foot, you just twinkle toes
I get ya girlfriend wet like wrinkled clothes
Rock star like, money, drugs, freaky hos
World tours, walkthroughs and T.V. shows
My hair's out (Hey!)
No Shirt (Hey!)
I stage dive (Rock Rock!)

I crowd surf (Hey!)
I'm a hot boy
I'm on my hot ****
Reportin' to you live from the mosh pit

[Chorus]

I'm so cool, I'm so smooth, I'm that dude, I'm so fly
Groupies tellin' me like a spy, the ground be tellin' me that I'm fly
The cloud see me and they cry just to get a glimpse of I
Got Mother nature so jealous she knockin' pigeons out the sky
Can't help it, i got em rockin' they pelvic-bones
And losin' clothes
The higher my album sales get
They love me, that's right you nailed it
They treatin' me like I'm Elvis
Naked pictures she mailed
She licked on a stamp and melted
So save your rap for the rookies, 'cause there ain't no rappers here
A show you do in a club is a show we do in the ampitheatre
We packin' stadiums, ladies come in I'll introduce ya
It's too packed to maneuver, crowd look like LaLaPalooza
We outshinin' the losers, know i ride with the Ruger
You know I'ma producer, weapon upside ya medulla
Got no time to seduce a Super Head type of seducer
Groupies tyrin' to snake me, but Koopa denyin' Medusas

[Chorus]


Rock Rock (Rock On!)
Rock Rock (Rock On!)

We gonna keep on rockin' n rollin' till the wheels fall off.
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Chamillitary Mayne!
Young Money!
We the new Red Hot Chili Peppers
We on fire
Sold out arenas
Tearin' up tour busses
You Know how we get down. HaHa
Rock on, hol up, hol up, hol up
Tryna get the Ozzy Osborne paper mayne
I'ma throw a pool party
Me and the playboy bunnies gonna be swimmin' in a pool of a paper like Scrooge McDuck. HaHa.
You're invited. If you can swim.
Rock on

(skit)

length: 3:05
(Hello?)

Hello wassup, who dis

(Who dis?)

Wad' do ya mean who dis?
That's you spanky

(No, there's no Spanky here)
(This is, uh, Fo Foo Yung uh...)

Man stop playing me
I know voice man
I know that you Spanky
It's Chamillionaire boy

(Ah Wassup!
(I see you rollin'!)
(Wassup dog, wassup)
(We cool my dude)
(Look, look)
(I didn't mean to call you this time but I was gonna call you)
(On my mama)
(I just my sayin' to momma and my grandma that I was gonna call you)

You be lyin' man
I called you for the past couple of weeks
And you ain't picked up the phone not one time
You ain't called me back. You dodging me Homie.
What's up with that money you owe me?

(Aww man)
(Listen, hey listen Bro)
(Ya know I'ma keep it real 100% real wit ya my dude)
(I dropped my phone then I lost a piece of it)
(Then and then I found it.)
(It was in)
(...Ya know what I... I found my phone today)
(And I told her I was gonna call you)
(And plus was at my baby mama's house)
(She be breakin' me dog)
(Ya know)

Yeah whatch' you need to do is you need to break me off that money you owe me mayne
I'm tired of playing games with you man
You call me beggin' me crying all on the phone
Talkin' bout you wanna borrow some money
And dis the thanks I get?

(Mayne...)
(Imma pay you yo' money mayne)
(Stop sweating me mayne)
(I'm sweating mayne)
(Get me s towel That's how you sweat me so hard)
(Get a towel with some Gatorade)
(I need some or something mayne)
(Get off me mayne)
(Imma pay yo yo money)
(You a millionaire anyway)
(You don't even need it!)
(What is you sweat me for)
(I got fifteen dollars mayne)
(You got... got a billion dollars)

That's the principal mayne

(And you sweat me for fifteen)
(Come and collect my fifteen dollars)
(So you gonna have a billion and fifteen dollars)

That's impossibe Spanky
You act like you doing me a favor
By paying me back MY money mayne

(Girl shut yo mouth)

Mayne who was dat

(I ain't gonna let nobody stop me imma mayne imma mayne)
(Alright then. Alright then.)
(Imma pay this sucka whenever I feel like it)

Spanky who you calling sucka?

(Shut yo mouth)
[woman in shouting in background]
(I said...)

Mayne I'm tired of you playing these games dogg

(I said I'm gonna pay you back whenever I feel like it)
(My man)
(You hear me?)

Mayne I'm overseas right now mayne
Soon as I get off this plane

(Don't be buggin' me mayne)
(You bug me one more time)
(Keep buggin' me and I ain't gonna pay you nothing)
(Zero, Zip, NaTa)
(I don't know no more languages)
(But you know anymore languages)
(Say Zero and that's what you get)
(Stop callin' me mayne)
(Imma protect yo momma)

What?

(Imma go to church with her or somethin')

The Bill Collecta

length: 3:52
producer: Play-N-Skillz
vocal: Chamillionaire
mixer: James Hoover and Rob "The Mohican" Montes
recording engineer: James Hoover and Rob "The Mohican" Montes
guest: Krayzie Bone
composer: Anthony Henderson, Skillz, Play, Chamillionaire
[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
Now you're in trouble
Here comes the bill collecta
Now-now you're in trouble
Here comes the bill collecta

[Krayzie]
When I hang up my phone ya already know
It's about to go down if you ain't got my paper
When I hang up my phone ya already know
It's about to go down if you ain't got my paper

[Chamillionaire]
Man... you knew that you had those warrants
You kept ignoring those warnings
You said that it was annoying
Like makin them payments wasn't important
Yo' tv in the pawn but you tell people it's in the storage
And when the police pull you over you be givin' an oscar performance
A ticket you can't afford it
With expired plates on your taurus
Your baby momma stay trippin cause none of them kids is supported
You messed up every appointment
Thats why you ain't got employment
With spiderwebs in your wallet your pockets look like they haunted
You always wanted to be famous, well you gonna get what you wanted
America's most wanted, they 'bout to see ya up on it
You normally move like a tortuise, but you get in your car and your floor it
But you can't even escape cause the repo man got you cornered

[Chorus]

[Bridge: Chamillionaire]
Better pick up your phone, better pick up your phone
Seems like every time I call you I just get a dial tone
Better pick up your phone, better pick up your phone
Seems like every time I call you I just get a dial tone

[Chamillionaire]
Betta check the check the checker you checking. you ain't gotta profit
And you try to hide until the repo man come and shake up dem pockets
I'm talkin to you cause your rent is due and you ain't tryna drop it
Til the lights turned off in your crib like lamps that ain't got no sockets
They comin' to get what you got and you tryin to say you ain't got it
You ain't paid a payment, a part of it, half a peice or deposit
So I suggest that its best that you use some reason or logic
Or the bill collect is comin' to come and see ya about it
Got it?

[Chorus]

[Krayzie]
Yall just betta have my dough because
I'm comin around the corner hundred miles and gunnin
Finna ride by dumpin'
If anybody owe me somethin', then I strongly suggest you run it
Yall better respect the bill collecta
Or you'll get chin checked like the rest of 'em
Never did joke when it come to the decimal
When it come to gettin dough I'm a professional (fresh ya know)
In it to win it
I get to bombin in a minute
Any and every thing over three digits
These suckas they really think krayzie be slippin'
But I'm here to tell em I den already bent em
Money is a mission gotta have that dolla bill yall
Fell its really enough to kill yall
I might fall but I get right back up and still ball
Stil raw
Still get down with the buck bang
So give me all my change
Bust brains, cause I gotta maintain
Got just enough game to get me paid
Just enough aim to leave you laid
Out on the pavement
Down on the game
Believe me
You'll pay cause I got three hundred and fifty seven reasons

[chorus]

The Ultimate Vacation

length: 4:06
producer: The Beat Bullies
vocal: Chamillionaire
mixer: Phil Tan
recording engineer: Josh Houghkirk
additional engineer: Josh Houghkirk
composer: Nsilo Reddick, Nicholas Sherwood, Chamillionaire
Get away, Get away (hey)
You got to have a passport if you're rollin' with me
We can hit Jamaica or we can chill in France
Roll with a playa, you can bring a friend (ya)
You in the presence of some playas, Chamillitary do it big
We could hit Hawaii or the Caribbean,
We could do it major, chillin on the sand

[Chorus]

You stressin' everyday, 'cause the way that you're livin'
See it in your face, ain't no fakin' the feelin'
We can get away -ay -ay and be chillin'
We can get away -ay -ay and be chillin'
We can go today, and get away for a minute
Party everyday, do your thing to the rhythm
We can get away -ay -ay, get away
We can get away -ay -ay and be chillin'

[Hook]

Ay, I got money, got paper,
Ay, I got plenty of cheddar (plenty of cheddar)
So we treatin', today like we know it ain't lastin' forever
Hey, now bartender, remember
To bring the straw with the umbrella (please bring the umbrella)
Hey, we just drinkin', and thinkin',
Of a way that we can make life better

[Verse 1]

Ya! Coconut with the umbrella baby
And the Rhianna Soundin chick is the umbrella lady
It ain't no carpet on the floor like they renovating
Palm trees like my old homeboys, hella shady
Time flies so you know the clock is passin' through
Hit the sand is the only other task to do
You know my fanbase is international
Their fanbase is only within an avenue (Ugh!)
Go wherever that you plan
G5 I'll show 'em how to fly like Peter Pan
Get a lobster or anything that she demand
If it isn't then it's somethin' you will never eat again
Step off the yacht if you wanna see the land
I'll take you to the sun if you really need a tan
Water look like oxygen anywhere you stand
'Cause the ocean so clear you look down and see the sand

[Chorus]

You stressin' everyday, 'cause the way that you're livin'
See it in your face, ain't no fakin' the feelin'
We can get away -ay -ay and be chillin'
We can get away -ay -ay and be chillin'
We can go today, and get away for a minute
Party everyday, do your thing to the rhythm
We can get away -ay -ay, get away


We can get away -ay -ay and be chillin'

[Verse 2]

Listen, if money talks, my paper probly speak Greek
I'm in a different continent like each week
Seein' daylight and they gon probly be sleep
No cell phones, send a telegram to East Beach
Females, it's like ya chick is so hot to me
Can we all chill, i turn maybe into possibly
You know my beach house is what you got to see
Paper and property, walkin' game of Monopoly
My helicopter lands on the boardwalk
Where the residents ain't understandin' your talk
The cliff ends and the salt water pours off
Think what you think, but you'll never have a bored thought
Water so warm that the fishes isn't cold
And the air is so open that the pigeons get exposed
Didn't i remind you to bring your swimmin' clothes
No, i didn't on purpose, now you're swimmin' in your Whoa!

[Hook]

Ay, I got money, got paper,
Ay, I got plenty of cheddar (plenty of cheddar)
So we treatin', today like we know it ain't lastin' forever
Hey, now bartender, remember
To bring the straw with the umbrella (please bring the umbrella)
Hey, we just drinkin', and thinkin',
Of a way that we can make life better

[Verse 3]

It's all good, long as you don't turn on me like a doorknob
And try to make my flow stop like a cork does
Now we'll be in Hawaii eatin' corn cob
Pinnin' a flower in your hair like a corsage
Said i shouldn't leave, but you know i ain't hear a thing
10 karat earring blockin' all my hearing
Never go back is exactly what they're fearing
Know plenty Jamaicans so i brought you to the real ting
Rude Boy! Sick wit it and givin' flu
It's like i just appeared here, but i really flew
They say it just to rhyme, this what i really do
Deja-Vu, we'll repeat it when the year is through

[Chorus]

You stressin' everyday, 'cause the way that you're livin'
See it in your face, ain't no fakin' the feelin'
We can get away -ay -ay and be chillin'
We can get away -ay -ay and be chillin'
We can go today, and get away for a minute
Party everyday, do your thing to the rhythm
We can get away -ay -ay, get away
We can get away -ay -ay and be chillin'

Come Back to the Streets

length: 4:53
producer: The Runners
vocal: Chamillionaire
mixer: Phil Tan
recording engineer: Josh Houghkirk
additional engineer: Josh Houghkirk
composer: Dru Brett, Mayne Zayne, Chamillionaire
Come back to the streets, yea (x3)
Chamillionaire
Even when I'm not there and I'm here like air
(Keep sayin my name)
Fresh off the plane from Spain and uh
(Keep sayin my name)
Back to playin the rap game, its yours truly
Come on, say it with me
Chamillitary mayne
You should worry bout you while you worry bout me
At the top of the charts is where you know that I'll be
I got the streets on lock and I'm insertin my key
I got the game on smash
Come back to the streets (x2)

[Verse 1]
Had to make a couple trips to the islands
Now I'm internationally known
Had to make another switch with
My provider got the international phone
Had to add a little bit to the rider
First class have I asked to be flown
And they keep callin me, tellin me get back in your zone
These boys is cartoon characters, too much imagination
Just a little too much animation from the maker
They know Cham can erase them
Travelled all over the world
And my experience is
Yall experienceless, y'all ain't experienced ****
I grabbed the Grammy, I hold the one
Got plenty strikes, way more than some
Hush your mouth please, hold your tongue
No obstacle could ever slow my run
When it come to rappin I'm the coldest one
Put my hand in the air and I froze the sun
Got the platinum plaque, not the golden one
And I look at y'all like I told ya uhh
Been a boss, win them cars, pull up I bet ya that menopause
Yea menopause like women drawers
Yea I bet i show ya how to kill that noise
Phantom of the opera pass em by your copper
In the new phantom, phantom is a dropper
Cash I got a lot you mad cuz you are not the talk up in the streets
And mad cuz you are not, uh
They say its got to be street
They say its got to be street, don't go commercial Koopa
Its got to be street
Major label ain't the only thing universal about me


Come back to the streets (x2)
And gimmick rappers they focus, most of these jokers is chokers
But I don't even play poker, pull em down your cheesy lookin posters
They look up to me like a bird
I look down on em like the curb
My movement lookin like its movin
Your movement look like a *screeeech*

They callin me
Come back to the streets
(Keep sayin my name)
They callin me, they callin me
(Keep sayin my name)
They callin me
(Keep sayin my name)
Come back to the streets
You should worry bout you while you worry bout me
At the top of the charts is where you know that I'll be
I got the streets on lock and I'm insertin my key
Come back to the streets (x2)

[Verse 2]
Yea, the life I live is just like a movie
Every corporation, they tryna sue me
Phony people be tryna glue me
Till they side they try stick it to me
Lucky for me I got the tooley
Not black and decker but its black I bet ya
Stay in the streets, do that for pleasure
So much paper they ask to measure
When the ruler or stackin moula
Is speakin to ya don't interrupt
Middle finga up on the ceiling
Somebody gon eff you up
Don't let the black tux fool ya cuz I am not the one
I come out the suit like Clark Kent to make sure your done
Rappers ain't real, rappers they fakers and frontas
They caucasian in the winter then turn Jamaican in the summer
Flippin with Pitman and Straw you know they ain't just some gunnaz
Personal trainers that'll brang a couple thangs and make you a runner
Gotta like the producers that made this track
The producers who made ya stacks
Some of you losers need ta face the facts
Put up the duece the ace is back
Take out the rappers you think are whack
Put Chamillitary in place of that
Watch how I erase em and take the plaques
Then I unloosen a case of *gunshot*

I Think I Love You

length: 4:44
producer: The Beat Bullies
vocal: Chamillionaire
mixer: Phil Tan
recording engineer: Josh Houghkirk
additional engineer: Josh Houghkirk
composer: Nsilo Reddick, Nicholas Sherwood, Chamillionaire
Mo money mo
U bring me trou-
Mo money mo
U bring me trou-
Mo money mo
U bring me trouble
U bring me trouble
But i'm still in love
I'm still in love
I'm still in love
I think that im still in love
[I'm still in love
I'm still in love
I think that im still in love
[(chamillionaire talkin)
Yea
Havin moneys like a relationship
Kno wat I'm sayin
Everybody always gon get in ya business
Try to break it up
Try and get involved in it
But they really needa mind they own business
Money dont do buttin but bring ya trouble
But for some reason I keep chasin it
I must be in love

[Verse 1]
U so bad they be gettin mad
Somebody that they wish they had
Ur a dime and u know ur mine
Flippin wit u rite in my slab
Relationship ain't the same
As the others back in the past
See I tried to have someone like you
But didn't add up to half
Cruzin in wit my queen
The jewels the wrist and the bling
We movin and hit the scene
The movie u flick the ????
Paintin the city green
Like green is the coolest thing
U cruzin up the ????
We doin it as a team
I hopped in a different slab
That ain't got the easy tag
U lookin so good to them
That they told people let me pass
Neva tell me slow it down
The rims keep on movin fast
When I'm drivin I almost crash
When I stare at yo sexy ***
The longer we stay togetha
Ur apperance is lookin betta
Not betta-off with the fellaz
U gon be mine 4eva
They always lovin the yellows
Thats why I nickname ya chedda
But they betta not touch ya
Or betta see my baretta
U never leave by myside
Even know they all try to take ya
Neva turnin on me
Even thho they all try to make ya
Long as u by my side
Theres nuthin that I couldnt pay for
U'll make-up and never break-up
I stay in love wit ya paper

[Chorus]
Money cant money cant buy me love
But shes actin like she love me
Cuz I'm ridin on dubz
Money cant money cant buy me trust
But my money is attracted to the backstabbaz
Money bring money bring plenty hataz
It be lookin so good that ima prolly fall in love
Money u bring me trouble
But I still think I love you

[Verse 2]
Shes as black as a African
But they call her American
Very thin yea she be messin around wit married men
When he comes home shes neva askin him where he been
Cuz 99% of the time she was rite there wit him
Chances of him losin her in this life are very slim
Money duznt grow on trees u ain't checkin every limb
She gon be a rappa o wow she wants to marry him
She gon still survive when he die she'll have to bury him
When u know u wit a dime they'll treat u like your special
Broad at his ??????? cuz yours left you
Bring her to tha church and the pastor says "god bless you"
Bring her around ya boyz but be careful they gon get you
Cash in a hidden place ironically called it safe
And ur prolly leavin the safe like its safe in the realist place
I hope u gon stay awake cuz they gon enter and break
And the safe is the first thing that them hataz gon try to take

[Chorus]
Money cant money cant buy me love
But shes actin like she love me
Cuz I'm ridin on dubz
Money cant money cant buy me trust
But my money is attracted to the backstabbaz
Money bring money bring plenty hataz
It be lookin so good that ima prolly fall in love
Money u bring me trouble
But I still think I love you

[Verse 3]
He introduced her to his motha his motha said that she loved her
And after that he discovered his brotha don tryed to cut her
They messin wit one anotha saw her under the covers
And now he gotta show his brotha the meanin to keep it gutta
All I know is I love her I mean he loves her
Tryed to control his temper as he leaned and he hugged her
Just enuff to get close to her he screaemed as he shoved her
Outta the exit heard his brotha scream u's a busta dont touch her
What u betta slow yo roll quick nah matter fact back up rite now
Before I click click whats this
Told u to stop playin wit me boi
Hurry up girl lezgo
Lez get in the car rite now
You bring me trouble
Shes fallin to the floor he picked her up and hes grabbin her
Yellin out likes he mad at her soundin like hes a animal
Pullin and grabbin her now he already damaged her
He throws her into the trunk and talks to her like a passenger
And thats when uh he hearin the tires squeal
Hes speedin outta the driveway approachin the highest hill
Everytime that u called me I came like I served u
Even the boss I usta work for had the nerve to
Tell me I wasn't good enuff and didn't deserve u
Told me I wasn't good enuff and didn't deserve u
I fought to keep u in my life and this the thanx I get
Well thanx for all the good memorys I think I'm sick
(u bring me trouble but I'm still in love)

Today we bring u breaking news
Looks like theres a major car accident
Authority alarms the pursuit of an unamed individual
Who crashed his car into the front entrance of a gas station
On the northwest side of town
All tho there is not much info known about the suspect
We are told the ***ailent tryed to get away on foot
And the police are in close pursuit
The reason for the crash may have been a loaded 9mm handgun
That may have accidentally fired
We will give u more details
On the evening news

The Evening News

length: 4:09
producer: Kane Beatz
vocal: Chamillionaire
mixer: James Hoover
recording engineer: James Hoover
additional recording engineer: Aaron Dahl
composer: Kane Beatz, Chamillionaire
[CHORUS]
Gas prices raises, the money keeps burning,
Dropout rate rising, so what are they learning?,
Sending the troops in the war so I turn in,
To today's evening news.

[VERSE 1]
Welcome to the evening news, I thank you all for tuning in,
Yes, I'm your host and your journalist, here Chamillionaire, so let the news begin,
Our helicopters out in the streets look at the screen, an' let's zoom it in,
Cause Cashis is live at the scene, hey Cashis how are you my friend?,
Got no time for no interviews (go-got no time for no interviews),
No time to trip we don't get confused, cause this type of news opinion and views
Got no time for no interviews (go-got no time for no interviews),
You know I keep my ear to the streets so it's up to me to bring you the truth,
I saw a movie where George Bush had a bearded man on his squad,
So much power from oil money that poor folks can't sit by him,
No problem, Osama, Bin Laden, Been hidin', So long that them pictures all starting to look like him on them milk cartons,
Don Imus made comments that made everybody forget about him,
That's him, Anna Nicole got pregnant and had kids by him,
Rest in peace Virgina Tech, too many innocent kids dyin',
Well let's just blame hip-hop and act like that's the big problem,

[HOOK]
Now I would give you news about Katrina, but you know I can't talk about Katrina,
'Cause everytime I talk about Katrina, they look at me like it's a misdemeanor,
Anyways, there's way more important stuff that we can discuss,
George Bush is playing golf, everybody hush, he's about to putt.

[CHORUS]
Gas prices raises, the money keeps burning,
Dropout rate rising, so what are they learning?,
Sending the troops in the war so I turn in,
To today's evening news.
And the world keeps turning slow (turning slow, turning slow)
As the world keeps turning slow (turning slow, turning slow)
As the world keeps on turning slow (turning slow, turning slow)
This is your evening news.

[VERSE 2]
I know you take offense to certain words, I've heard worse, but I wouldn't blame ya',
They say he's a entertainer, don't worry about it, nevermind Kramer,
The Crocodile Hunter got stung, and the lion turned on the lion tamer,
We keep sending troops to Iraq, I figured that we must like danger,
Little kids don't learn in school they go to school to go spray a gun,
If you a parent, then be a parent, get off the couch and go raise your son,
Kobe just broke another record, today's game he hit 81,
Now they saying he's number 1, but yesterday they all hated him,
OJ was named innocent, he got no sentence, he's still alive,
It's very ironic that the lawyer that defended him had to die,
Well, now my cue card says the price of gas isn't really high,
But I'm not going to read that, 'cause we all know that that's a lie.

[CHORUS]
Gas prices raises, the money keeps burning,
Dropout rate rising, so what are they learning?,
Sending the troops in the war so I turn in,
To today's evening news.
And the world keeps turning slow (turning slow, turning slow)
As the world keeps turning slow (turning slow, turning slow)
As the world keeps on turning slow (turning slow, turning slow)
This is your evening news.

[VERSE 3]
We still haven't found Pac's killer, still haven't found Biggie's either,
30 minutes into the case they got tired and took a breather,
Snoop Dogg just got arrested, everyday he get a new subpoena,
Innocent when murder was the case so the prosecution got a middle finger,
Hip-Hop is sweeping the nation, but the contents seem so degrading,
Most rappers got new albums that white kids are anticipating,
If you don't like it on the radio or the television then switch the station,
Flavor Flav get a lot of ratings, Bill O'Reilly somewhere is hating,
Kanye just said WHAT? the president ain't got time for that,
The White House is going to stay white even tho' we know Obama's black,
9/11 was a calculation, and some would say it was a timed attack,
He gave a speech on CNN, "They bombed us, now we're bombing back",
Where the heck is Osama at?

[HOOK]
And I would love to talk about Katrina, but everytime I talk about Katrina, they look at me like it's a misdemeanor
Anyways, there's way more important stuff that we can discuss
N'Sync, Makin da band and Milli Vanilli had broken up,


[CHORUS]
Gas prices raises, the money keeps burning,
Dropout rate rising, so what are they learning?,
Sending the troops in the war so I turn in,
To today's evening news.
And the world keeps turning slow (turning slow, turning slow)
As the world keeps turning slow (turning slow, turning slow)
As the world keeps on turning slow (turning slow, turning slow)
This is your evening news.

Welcome to the South

length: 4:13
producer: Kane Beatz
vocal: Chamillionaire
mixer: James Hoover
recording engineer: James Hoover
guest: Pimp C
composer: Chad Butler, Kane Beatz, Chamillionaire
[Chorus]
[Chamillionaire]

Welcome to the South
Try to criticize us for how we live
They gon do the same things that we just did
Betta watch your mouth
Try to criticize us for how we spit
Then say you respect the money that we get
Welcome to the south
Watch em criticize everything we did
And expect that us to never even trip
We know them grills and candy paint
So be careful what you say
Cuz we might just throw it right back in your face
Betta watch your mouth

[Verse 1]
[Chamillionaire]

Uh I cross the globe
I hit a hater
Same whispers from state to state
If you didn't say then this ain't for you
Don't worry bout it cuz you can't relate
Before you buy me then you criticize me
While you beside me
Lets get it straight
Cuz you remind me of the kid beside me
Same rapper that you say you hate
Wanna criticize then fine
Say the south got simple rhymes
Everytime I travel I'm in the backyard that act just like mine
Same rhyme just different times
I don't think that it changed a lil
Used to show our grills and they be like ew
Nowadays they all say thats ill
I remember when the major label
Wouldn't even come pay a visit
Used to say they had love for us but
They just blowin them suspect kisses
Now you watchin me see you plottin me
Can't act like we ain't suspicious
Shoot the slugs you shoot at us but when you bust your thang it misses, uh
I ain't leavin much trippin
Cuz im a man where I'm residing
Im decidin where I'm residing
Should never tolerate domestic violence
I know you'd rather me just relax and sit back in silence
But I'm the owner not just the client
**** the south is where I stay at

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
[Chamillionaire]

Don't knock the swagga, don't knock the swagga
Then turn around and be a swagger jacker
You a man and you should be a man
Don't walk around without an Adam's apple
We was lookin at it from a distance
But we wasn't trippin cuz it had to happen
Styrophone cup and a snapla, you actin like you been a fan of rappers
You was hatin or participatin when you saw sub anuba slidin through
You and everybody else that did it, they applauded them and they applauded you
You actin like somebody made ya say it
Took your hand and then applied the glue
Turn around and give the mic to you
And now you end up lookin like a fool
Can't holla ya, some followers
and thats the reason I'm in the lead
The rest of yall are some benchwarmers and gettin mad cuz I'm in the lead
I'm switchin speeds, don't get fatigued
Yall behind in line, yall chasin me
Yall finna see my energy, so get off my back and let a playa breathe
I won't lie and act like I'm the one supportin everything
Like southern rappers ain't never lame
Like some of these boys don't eff up the game
Most of us do our thang
And the rest of em leave my ears in pain
But thats him and he sure ain't me
So don't look at us like we all the same

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
[Pimp C]
South side candy rider
Never been a socializer
Flyin high, work grinder, knock ya gal you can't find her
She was sittin on butter
Hundred thousand under her ***
I was workin the wood, circle smokin candy mashin on the gas
I can't be you, I can't do you
I just do me, if you ain't
Been where I been then you can't
Be who I be if you ain't
Seen what I see and you can't see what I see
I put the bricks in the rolla with slabs on that wasn't free
Been a legend in the south since the year '93
Pocket full of stones, menace to society
The heart in the car chrome and folds, not B's
Now everybody pimpin and they all got keys
***** please, you work for UPS
They say they smokin dro but all I keep smellin is stress
I roll with the best
92 million screwin the Lexus
I might not be nothin to you
But I'm the **** in that Texas

Welcome to the South (fading)

You Must Be Crazy

length: 4:55
producer: Dave MG
vocal: Chamillionaire
mixer: Phil Tan
recording engineer: Rob "The Mohican" Montes
guest: Lil Ken
additional engineer: Josh Houghkirk
composer: David Burke, Kenneth Jackson, Chamillionaire
(feat. Lil Ken)

[Intro: Chamillionaire]
Chamillionaire's so - crazy
Look at the face of the media like you - crazy
You thought I'd fall, I'm sorry dawg ya - crazy
Mirror mirror on the wall, you are - crazy
I wonder if it's still called memory loss
if you can't remember the last time you lost, ha ha

[Chamillionaire]
Yeah, the only time I lose is when it's my memory
Haters comin around here, talkin about "Remember me?"
Nah, amnesia, Cham leader apparently
You are just a follower now I'm about to set a speed
that they can't keep up with, no one ahead of me
Victory is just, what I said that I can achieve
Bout to be trouble, you scared? I think you'd better leave
Hope you don't have asthma, ah-ahm, go 'head and breathe

Yeah, pull out your inhaler (go 'head and breathe)
You gon' have to catch your breath for this one
This the victory lap

Yeah, garage lift up, it'll create some enemies
Got the S-S in the middle of it like Tennessee
Sorry but the Ferrari there isn't friend-ly
The engine be runnin (PYOON!) like it's {?} keys
If she a freak don't handcuff her, just let her be
Get your G's like five letters after the letter B
Photocopy could possibly find a better me
Hot like two letters after the letter C
In the name of gang that's BEEN runnin the game
Help me explain and tell 'em, Chamillitary mayne

[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
I am a hustler, you gotta pay me
No time to sleep, I'm in the streets on the daily
When you a hustler, no bein lazy
I got it whenever you need it just page me
Hustler music, hustler music
Hustler music, I'm hustlin music
You thinkin, you thinkin I'ma lose baby
Either you stupid or you gotta be crazy, crazy

[Chamill] Ha ha (Famous) you ready Famous?
[Lil Ken] Hold up, I gotta take these 20 G's and take it to the bank G
[Chamill] Aight fo' sho' I got it
[Lil Ken] Hold up (YEAH!)

[Chamillionaire]
The Hype Williams to y'all rookies, you know that this is
a motion picture so SICK that I call it motion sickness
Jonathan Manyon the manuscript, so hold your pictures
Just like you're posin for strippers and tryin to show your riches
Materialistic I got a lot of material
Umm, I got a lot of... uhh, Cham-nesia
I probably break up with my own self and go solo
Versus for promo, oh no

[Lil Ken]
I'm a monster, up and cummin like dicks, no homo
A lil' too gangsta for them flicks, no photos
I'm high like gas, rose sticks and blow dodo
Hahaha, that Texas {shit}, fa sho' though
Fresh off the underground circuit
Straight into this overground circus (clown ass)
I'ma do numbers like the lotto
Shoot 'tron straight out the bottle
You not lookin at a role model
So, I say it one time and one time only (say it)
Not your buddy, not your pal or your homie
You know me (ha ha)

[Chorus w/ ad libs]

[Chamillionaire]
I'm like Bruh Man on the fifth flo'
'Cept I'm comin in through the front do'
I ain't gotta use the window - let's go!

Now please pass my passport because I'm it
I got groupies with longer hair than Cousin It
Brazilian ladies who tell me, "This bra just doesn't fit"
Twins in two rooms tryin to make me double dip
Shoulda known I would win, yeah, you thought you had it (what?)
Like my cars and my weapon that is automatic

This the part of the horror flick, where the white lady trips and falls
And me and Famous escape with the millions, ha ha

[Lil Ken]
Two heavyweights from the Lone Star State
And if 30's the new 20, I been hot since 8
Me flop just wait, not turn blue {nigga}
Tell 'em I'm FAMOUS, thought I was a new {nigga}
Thought you knew {nigga}, when I'm applyin pressure
The brothers play the back lookin like some rhymin extras
Cause I'm the star of the movie, can't move me
Don't try either, either
I'ma roast you then +Bak-er+ like Anita
{Fuck} hot, my records got the fever - stop actin like a diva!
They tellin Cham how they feelin me
I'm a universal asset, your whole team liabilities
So I ain't finna leave, so you ain't finna breathe
Cause I can cut it up or keep it cool like the winter breeze
My piece and chain symbolize respect
My mouthpiece symbolize a check, yup (Chamillitary mayne)
No kids here so how you gon' play me?
Boy tryin to cash out so how you gon' pay me? (hold up)

[Chorus - first 1/2]

[Chamillionaire]
No time to sleep I gotta keep goin
The hustler of all hustlers, I say it's somethin I borrow
Sell night to the day and then sell today to tomorrow
(No money don't even bother) Got some paper then call up
Call George Bush's daughter I sell her Katrina water (why?)
Just to get at her father, just so they have some evidence
I'm slick enough to take precedence from the president
America's worst nightmare is right here
I stay sizzlin like flares, look up, PYOON!
It's quite clear it's my year 'til I hear
Somebody's smoother then I'm the ruler, I'm like - where
is he at? Just let me know, I'ma bury him
under the rocks in the bottom of my aquarium
The chances of me losin this time are very slim
If he was bright then I'm turnin him down to very dim
If it ain't me in the sequel then there will be no sequel
You know the obvious reason is cause there is no equal

We Breakin Up

length: 4:41
producer: CHOPS
vocal: Chamillionaire
mixer: James Hoover
recording engineer: James Hoover
composer: CHOPS, Chamillionaire
[Chorus:]
I try and try to stay in love,
But no matter what I do,
It just ain't enough,
It ain't enough,
It ain't enough,
It ain't enough,
You say it ain't enough,
And everytime,
I think it's love,
It just ain't good enough,
And we breakin' up,
We breakin' up,
We breakin' up,
We breakin' up,
'Cause love just ain't enough


[Verse 1:]
Yeah,
I had seen potential,
In your mental,
And was tryin' to make a queen,
But I did it for nothin',
I was huffin' and puffin', wastin' steam,
Everytime I speak,
You be twistin' my words, To make 'em mean,
Somethin' I ain't say,
Then you gossipin', try to break my dreams,
So I'm breakin' up with ya,
I tried and did everything to please ya,
I don't even wanna see ya,
The sight of you is givin' me a fever,
Think I need a breather,
Need ya to give me space,
And leave the, past in the past,
And keep walkin' pass,
When they say that we a,
Match made in heaven,
Tell 'em I said that that's a lie,
So disrespectful,
I feel like I've wasted half my life,
That's why I ain't in love,
Try to say I ain't in love,
Then I go right back on my word,
And we end up makin' up, hold up


[Chorus:]
I try and try to stay in love,
But no matter what I do,
It just ain't enough,
It ain't enough,
It ain't enough,
It ain't enough,
You say it ain't enough,
And everytime,
I think it's love,
It just ain't good enough,
And we breakin' up,
We breakin' up,
We breakin' up,
We breakin' up,
'Cause love just ain't enough


[Verse 2:]
See,
It's like I love,
And I hate almost everything about ya,
I be indian givin' a livin',
Takin' back everything I bought ya,
Even indian givin' a ceiling,
When I'm tellin' you get outta,
Here, you disappear,
Then the next day you come back home to papa,
And my mood get madder,
When I'm in the streets,
And I think I spot ya,
Thinkin' I forgot ya,
And I'm movin' on 'cause I think I gotta,
See I end up losin',
Everytime that I try to think I got ya,
'Cause you always move,
And I want to,
But I ain't gon' even stop ya,
You be all in my pocekts like feed me,
Makin' this type of livin' ain't easy,
I be givin' my all to you,
All you do is be talkin' greasy,
And I know you probably don't believe me,
Everytime that you say that you'd leave me,
I be gettin' impatient,


And waitin', hopin' that you'd make it speedy,
So I figured, I'd tell ya the truth,
'Cause I knew that it would free me,
Give ya everything that I could,
But you still kept actin' greedy,
You let the world come inside,
You shouldn't had been actin' sleezy,
'Cause now you pregnant,
With rappers that lie on half their cds


[Chorus:]
I try and try to stay in love,
But no matter what I do,
It just ain't enough,
It ain't enough,
It ain't enough,
It ain't enough,
You say it ain't enough,
And everytime,
I think it's love,
It just ain't good enough,
And we breakin' up,
We breakin' up,
We breakin' up,
We breakin' up,
'Cause love just ain't enough


[Verse 3:]
Now I can't even lie,
That I was in love with you,
We did everything together,
That lovers do,
The love done died,
I think it's time to move,
In a direction that ain't got nothin' to do with you,
And everytime, I think of us,
I think that it's time that I made some things adjust,
My love ain't as strong for you as I thought it was,
Baby I'm breakin' up with you now,
And it's all because


[Chorus:]
I try and try to stay in love,
But no matter what I do,
It just ain't enough,
It ain't enough,
It ain't enough,
It ain't enough,
You say it ain't enough,
And everytime,
I think it's love,
It just ain't good enough,
And we breakin' up,
We breakin' up,
We breakin' up,
We breakin' up,
'Cause love just ain't enough


[Talking:]
I ain't gonna lie,
I used to wake up with thoughts of you on my mind,
But now you just get on my nerves,
Even when you no even tryin',
People tell me that it's gonna be better,
But I tell 'em that they lyin',
My love for you is definently dieing,
And the way you changed,
Is not a good sign,
I wonder how you gonna feel,
When I'm no longer around,
Nah, don't even try to start cryin',
After you built me up,
And then tried to break me down,
It's just a matter of time,
Before I had to give you a piece of my mind,
And maybe I could spend the rest of my time,
Havin' peace in mind,
You couldn't even say one thing,
That you know that no one know,
Everytime I see you gossipin' about so and so,
You immitate,
You instigate,
You turn love, into instant hate,
You the reason why I punched my ex-homeboy in the face,
In the streets,
Chasin' the same money I gotta give to my lawyer to win a case,
Tearin' up my rap sheet,
'Cause now I got a rap sheet that can't get erased

Stuck in the Ghetto (skit)

length: 1:45
guest: Tony Henry

I got a degree
But my felony won't let me get a job
Life's so hard
And just today
Somebody stole my car and the bus don't run my way
I think I'll walk the streets today
It seems like I'm stuck in the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
Sometimes it seems like I'm stuck, I'm in the ghetto, Ooh
But I got love for the ghetto, ghetto
When I go to my friend
Now with open arms, let me in
And everyday
We just dream and scheme and drink our lifes away
I think I'll fly the sky today
It seems like I'm stuck in the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
Sometimes it seems like I'm stuck, I'm in the ghetto, Ooh
But I got love for the ghetto, ghetto
But everytime I seem to keep my feet on the ground...

Rocky Road

producer: Happy Perez
vocal: Chamillionaire
mixer: James Hoover
recording engineer: James Hoover
guest: Devin the Dude
composer: Happy Perez, Devin the Dude, Chamillionaire
(feat. Devn The Dude)

The rain is falling and the weather is cold
Don't know which way to go but i continue to roll (roll)
the rain fall is really taking a toll on my mind and my body and on my spirit and soul
the rains falling but I'm keeping a hold on the life cause i know that i could spin outta control
I know (know), I know (know), I know this is gonna be one rocky road

Ugh, what part of the voyage is this?
Friendship and business don't mix
With anyone else it's just business with friends I'm personally pissed
Is this a curse or a gift?
Guess I was blessed with my wish
Don't tell me that u feel my pain
Then I say it's best that we switch
U take the fortune and fame and see if it's what u expected
Take the money and change and be careful where u invest it
Just take the test and don't stress it
You get stopped by a detective
Tryin to get in your personal life
Gotta do ur best to protect it
The answer rest in the message
When I go I go in a blaze
But it wont be no captain savin
Cause where I'm goin ur saved
Tryin to rain down on my parade
Till that umbrella get raised
They thinkin that they can read me when they ain't no where my page
Tryin to keep a smile on my face
Even at times when I engage
In business conversations
With people I know are snakes
If life is a piece of cake part of the icing is venom
Spend a life time tryin to bring me down
But I just ain't gonna let em
You betta tell em

The rain is falling and the weather is cold
Don't know which way to go but I continue to roll (roll)
The rain fall is really taking a toll on my mind and my body and on my spirit and soul
The rains falling but I'm keeping a hold on the life cause I know that I could spin outta control
I know (know), I know (know), I know this is gonna be one rocky road

Ugh, I'm back and forth and I'm pacin
Being more patient than patience
Tryin to wait for the good news to show up
But I'm unfortunately waitin
Gotta be group participation
If its in the course that we makin
I was unfortunately done and she was unfortunately fakin
But the only sexual spark is the spark he got for the doe'
(doe)
They say till dill do us part but that part is where she says no
There are to many emotions
Emotions like pins and needles
Actin like emotions are evil
Like showin love is illegal
I thought that is was a eagle but i seen this vulture before
He thinks this is were ill stop cause he sees that im walkin slow
But no i think you should know that soon as I get where I go
You'll remember the fact that i had a purpose fo'sho

I hope you no where ur goin
I hope u know that today
On the side of the road you gon see a whole lot of snakes
When the bad weather comes to rain down on ur parade
Just raise up ur umbrella and try to keep goin straight
(and keep the rain)

The rain is falling and the weather is cold
Don't know which way to go but i continue to roll (roll)
The rain fall is really taking a toll on my mind and my body and on my spirit and soul
The rains falling but I'm keeping a hold on the life cause I know that I could spin outta control
I know (know), I know (know), I know this is gonna be one rocky road

[Devin the Dude]
This road has many curves
Many bumps and potholes, it can even take u through a loop if u ain't got yo
Sh*t together unpredictable weather can leave ya
Dehydrated, frost bitten, washed away, or either
Dan over by heavy traffic, watch where u roam
Cause it's a challenge just tryin to make it home
But still i walk i keep my paste i keep my stride
Would hitch-hike but there's to much pride
I must find a narrow path so i could walk and laugh out loud
Cry and sing with out bein judged by the crowd
Maybe some day i could just fly away
But for now ill just beat my feet and get there someway somehow
And mile after mile after mile ill smile
Keepin my head up even though rains porin down
And the road gets rough and the journey is long
I might get tired but i must move on

The rain is falling and the weather is cold
Don't know which way to go but i continue to roll (roll)
The rain fall is really taking a toll on my mind and my body and on my spirit and soul
The rains falling but I'm keeping a hold on the life cause I know that I could spin outta control
I know (know), I know (know), I know this is gonna be one rocky road

Most of our heroes are locked up
Diseased or deceased
We can never really remorse until somebody restin in peace
We measure the best by success and ain't impressed by nothin less
Only time we say we wanna change is when we ain't got no change left
Only time we call on God is when is nobody else to call
Keep stumblin over the same road block that just made ya fall
We always gotta wait until somethin happen before we start reactin
We at war with ourselves how much longer are we gonna be attackin?

The Ultimate Victory

length: 3:12
producer: Happy Perez
vocal: Chamillionaire
mixer: James Hoover
recording engineer: James Hoover
composer: Happy Perez, Chamillionaire
[verse]
I'ma keep winnin' but the album almost through
Thanks I ain't neva' had a fan like you
Eazy-E, Left Eye and Aaliyah too
Pac Biggie Hauf Fatpack and DJ screw
I wanna thank you

Thanks for openin' my eyes and helpin' to me to realize that tomorrow ain't promised, gotta live life to the fullest, whats life if you ain't enjoyin' it, know what I'm talkin' bout'?

My purpose really used to be so unclear
Science fiction with the swagger its so unreal
So fly that my nickname should be up here
Lookin' up is the only time when I appear
I'm a spartan, go ahead and through your spear
Slap failure in the face and still show no fear
They say no show but I show like yea (The champs here)
But the whole crowd know my cheer (Victory)
The media they write about you in the mass, spread rumors bout ya' life and write you was detatched
I know one of my three publicists would ruin my chance, so let me let you know I don't like you in advance but I (thank you)
And I extend their thanks to, to everybody sayin' stuff you know ain't true
You need to go and find God like Mase too, and just stay there with him and try to stay you
Gettin' away is important
I could pull a couple strings like a guitar hand
Better yet bring out the whole guitar band
Grab green we could swing somewhere like Tarzan
I swear to yall' the rap game really makin' me sick
The record industry's your home then I came to evict
Put some nonsense out and I bet you this one'll stick
I put real music out and I'm probly' gon' catch a brick
Brick, on top of brick we'll build a house
Tell whoever said that I'm still filled with doubt
Told me I'm in the right hole then sealed it out
Told me I'm on the right track and killed my route (Ouch)

You never miss a good thing till it's gone
Ya the flow is so fluid it's like drinkin' a song (Don't get the track listing wrong)
This ain't even a song
This is a beat that I must release therapy on
Everybody singin' that they wanna see me successful
Came into the game but now I'm feelin' like (Let's go)
Intimate moments never seem to be special
See the jet, you can bet I'm disappearin' like (Presto)
Alakazam, I ain't mad at the fans, I ain't mad at the man, they both scattered my brain
Never would understand what really matters to Cham so matter of fact the title is just a matter of plan (Victory)
After revenge it's the Victory right?, well the final runs' done and it's the Victory height
Now that everybody's present and it's Victory night
Let me re-paint the pic, they wasn't depictin' me right (Now what you mean?)
Tell the world that I'm more than just a grille
Show ya how to put your hands on more than a wood wheel
If that's all your hearin' then let me just be for real
Take your contract, To hell with a record deal
Keep thinkin' I'ma lose if you want to
Been through 10 times more in life than you've gone through
Thats why, I always have to make the move on fools
Back on my feet like I got 2 gum shoes
Ya, why you think Em probly' goin' all crazy
Why you think Britney Spears goin' bald baby
Interview me you think you know it all lady
I'm outta here (ya) but not before yall pay me (Thank you)

I appreciate it
You know I'ma use the power respect and the million dollar check to do what I wanna do, but right now, I'm finna take a vacation
A real vacation tho (Ha ha)
This the outro was gon' put it at the beginnin' , but this is what I say the moment after I'm winnin'
Thank you
Ultimate Victory