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[Intro: 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!) [Verse 1: 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 Fans get mad cause I ain't drop a album Ya favorite rapper hates on me how come? A better 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 imitations Go guard your club, I don't need invitations Your art is suck Crooked go hard as fuck Nigga so hard it's nuts I exceed limitations (Ow) Lyrical genius, I breathe innovation 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'm coming at you like a tropical storm And I'm knockin down every fuckin' obstacle born Not to conform like a Mormon who shoplift for porn After you rock, I'mma yawn Gimme the mic, I'mma 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! [Hook: Chamillionaire & Jodeci, (Crooked I)] 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 [Verse 2: 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 [Outro: Chamillionaire] Man another bites to dust, mayne They goin have to step they game up, mayne It's one percent, juice ain't cuttin' it mayne [laughs] One percent fruit juice, man Man I need some perservates, man (They starving us man) Some electrolytes man (laughs) Crazy [Jail bars close]