[Intro: Chamillionaire & Bun B]
My life is real, baby
You peepin' me take a picture, you peepin' me take a picture
(You should take a photograph)
My life is real, baby
You peepin' me take a picture, you peepin' me take a picture
(You should take a photograph)
Catch me today with a Canon or a Kodak
'Cause by tomorrow, yesterday gon' be a throwback
You see it's real (You see it's real), they be like, "Look at that" (Man)
Picture perfect, nigga, you should take a photograph
[Verse 1: Chamillionaire]
Introducin' the truest voice of the South, it's who else but me, fool?
Don't let all that foolishness they feed you on TV mislead you
Don't let all the magazines and them papers out there deceive you
The cups that be used to sip, but Caucasian kinda like my tee do
You see that hand be glistenin', you see the sedans we flippin'
The hundreds of grands we gettin', these units and scans we shippin'
You see that Caddy tippin', them thangs on that Caddy twistin'
That paint and that candy drippin', that drank and that can is missin' (What you mean?)
That ain't a cola, throat dry and you're feelin' sober
Boys tryin' to switch it over, apply it up in a soda (Soda)
Home of the Houston hustlers who grindin' to hit the quota
Who fire and hit the doja, get high when you sniff the odor
Huh, told ya you gotta have a foreign or buy a slab
Afford it then buy it, that's important without it now
Ain't gotta take college class to see that we 'bout our cash
You're not if you gotta ask, let's take a pic by the slab, hold up
My life is real, baby
You peepin' me take a picture, you peepin' me take a picture
(You should take a photograph)
My life is real, baby
You peepin' me take a picture, you peepin' me take a picture
(You should take a photograph)
Catch me today with a Canon or a Kodak
'Cause by tomorrow, yesterday gon' be a throwback
You see it's real (You see it's real), they be like, "Look at that" (Man)
Picture perfect, nigga, you should take a photograph
[Verse 1: Chamillionaire]
Introducin' the truest voice of the South, it's who else but me, fool?
Don't let all that foolishness they feed you on TV mislead you
Don't let all the magazines and them papers out there deceive you
The cups that be used to sip, but Caucasian kinda like my tee do
You see that hand be glistenin', you see the sedans we flippin'
The hundreds of grands we gettin', these units and scans we shippin'
You see that Caddy tippin', them thangs on that Caddy twistin'
That paint and that candy drippin', that drank and that can is missin' (What you mean?)
That ain't a cola, throat dry and you're feelin' sober
Boys tryin' to switch it over, apply it up in a soda (Soda)
Home of the Houston hustlers who grindin' to hit the quota
Who fire and hit the doja, get high when you sniff the odor
Huh, told ya you gotta have a foreign or buy a slab
Afford it then buy it, that's important without it now
Ain't gotta take college class to see that we 'bout our cash
You're not if you gotta ask, let's take a pic by the slab, hold up
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