[Intro: Talking]
We have the elegant styles of Chamillitary ba... hmm? what?
We have the elegant styles of the Chamillitary Band
On the bass drum you have the elegant Boast of Bobo
"The Big Face Spender", and on the bass guitar you have Tonto "The Human Beer Blender"
Give it up for Justo's Dirty South DJ of the Year
I'm sure y'all know the scratch patterns of uhhh...
Uhhh... OG Ron C aka "The Jizzle my Shizzle" oh!, you on fire baby
So as we get on to the proceedings this evening, it's yours truly...
Chamillitary mayne
[Chorus]
You ain't gotta go home (you ain't gotta go)
But you gotta get the hell up outta here
If you got someone (somebody)
Then go get you a room at The Holiday Inn
If you ain't got no one (nobody)
Then go have some fun by yourself (ohhh yeaaah)
But whatever you do
Don't let the door knob hit you on the way out
[Verse 1]
Niggas was throwing rocks at the thrown and I got word of that
The sequel to The Messiah for what, I already murdered that
Niggas hating on me but look at 'em, the nerve of that
Nigga this ain't this type of beef you can't take the burger back
Burn it back, into my pocket I'm trying to stop it
Unless your mouth keeps leaking
Dick back in your socket
How does it feel, to know you wasted your whole lifetime
Living your whole lifetime just to worry 'bout mine
Gimmick niggas was dissing me, he was fake they was missing me
Came to replace and make history, B I made 'em history
You could feel like you real because that feeling
Eventually gonna shrivel up when reality turns it into misery
You niggas is killing me with your wannabe me's
You a artist, we bosses the one's that fund the CD's
All you gonna-be, wannabe, gonna punish me please
You got me laughing, I'm asking if niggas wanna be Steve
Harvey, no your hardly, funny at all
Runnin' the Game not at all, homie your running your jaw
We grown folks, kiddie schoolers need to go run up the hall
Nigga's boring, just ignore 'em and the dummy'll fall
My brother is my descendant, we running a mile a minute
Hut, hut! it's time to win it, I'll see you behind the finish
If you get there, quit there
Got your Swisha lit player?
Blow smoke in the air for the Color Changin' Click, chea...
We have the elegant styles of Chamillitary ba... hmm? what?
We have the elegant styles of the Chamillitary Band
On the bass drum you have the elegant Boast of Bobo
"The Big Face Spender", and on the bass guitar you have Tonto "The Human Beer Blender"
Give it up for Justo's Dirty South DJ of the Year
I'm sure y'all know the scratch patterns of uhhh...
Uhhh... OG Ron C aka "The Jizzle my Shizzle" oh!, you on fire baby
So as we get on to the proceedings this evening, it's yours truly...
Chamillitary mayne
[Chorus]
You ain't gotta go home (you ain't gotta go)
But you gotta get the hell up outta here
If you got someone (somebody)
Then go get you a room at The Holiday Inn
If you ain't got no one (nobody)
Then go have some fun by yourself (ohhh yeaaah)
But whatever you do
Don't let the door knob hit you on the way out
[Verse 1]
Niggas was throwing rocks at the thrown and I got word of that
The sequel to The Messiah for what, I already murdered that
Niggas hating on me but look at 'em, the nerve of that
Nigga this ain't this type of beef you can't take the burger back
Burn it back, into my pocket I'm trying to stop it
Unless your mouth keeps leaking
Dick back in your socket
How does it feel, to know you wasted your whole lifetime
Living your whole lifetime just to worry 'bout mine
Gimmick niggas was dissing me, he was fake they was missing me
Came to replace and make history, B I made 'em history
You could feel like you real because that feeling
Eventually gonna shrivel up when reality turns it into misery
You niggas is killing me with your wannabe me's
You a artist, we bosses the one's that fund the CD's
All you gonna-be, wannabe, gonna punish me please
You got me laughing, I'm asking if niggas wanna be Steve
Harvey, no your hardly, funny at all
Runnin' the Game not at all, homie your running your jaw
We grown folks, kiddie schoolers need to go run up the hall
Nigga's boring, just ignore 'em and the dummy'll fall
My brother is my descendant, we running a mile a minute
Hut, hut! it's time to win it, I'll see you behind the finish
If you get there, quit there
Got your Swisha lit player?
Blow smoke in the air for the Color Changin' Click, chea...
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