[Chamillionaire - Part I:]
Chamilitaryman
Come to Houston, Texas
Where the hustlers and the players play
The cars be oldschool
Like the Clyde Drexler fade-away
The haters say
Oh, we really be riders, came to take the grills, swinging wheels
'til they get introduced to the stainless steels
I can niggas say the thrill
The name, really, them heard about
My murder ???
Killin' the charts
U fellin' that burner shot
Y'all know, Banjo and I'm gonna get fatty banks
Flirtin' with a pretty ass
German, her man is pretty mad
Cuz I'm the truest lookin' cool as
Wonder how i make more than the president in the US
I'm not the vice-president, i just like presidents
So i get dough and than i go high than night ambulance
Be quiet, cuz say what snitch kids
What u wouldn't believe it was true like a memphis
So i won't get descriptive
But i'll tell u how to get a hundred gram
Understand, you can't fit a hundred inside a rubber band
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