[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
[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
You see my slab (You see my slab), you see my candy slab (Slab)
Picture perfect, nigga, you should take a photograph
You see my chick (You see my chick), you see my chick is bad (Bad)
Picture perfect, nigga, you should take a photograph
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
Photograph, ph-ph-ph-photograph, photograph
Picture perfect, nigga, you should take a photograph
[Verse 2: Chamillionaire]
Man, when I'm tippin', they'll probably watch me, the cops'll be paparazzi
And try to patrol my posse, we shining and glowin' glossy
The jealous will try to top me, but we keep it too real to copy
What I'm listenin' to ain't a floppy, that disc gon' be screwed and choppy (Screwed and chopped)
All the ballers will ride to this, deposit deposit slips
Buy the car and apply the fifth, raise the trunk an entire lift (Hold up)
Use to go to that Kappa, but Kappa ain't been as crunk
So I'm poppin' up at Daytona on chrome and I'm poppin' trunk (Poppin' trunk)
Jammin' that "Ridin' Dirty" while riding beside the laws
And they starin' over at me tryna scare me like I'ma pause
Tell 'em naw, they know I'ma crawl, all day in the robber 'cause
I'm tryna go wash the ride 'til them tires have whiter walls (Oh)
You peepin' them, take a picture, that chrome and that paint official
You smokin', then take a Swisher, there's plenty, just take 'em with ya
You chillin', you ain't a sipper, then I'ma be hangin' with ya
Take a hold of the grain and grip a handful and smile for the pictures, nigga
[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
You see my slab (You see my slab), you see my candy slab (Slab)
Picture perfect, nigga, you should take a photograph
You see my chick (You see my chick), you see my chick is bad (Bad)
Picture perfect, nigga, you should take a photograph
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
Photograph, ph-ph-ph-photograph, photograph
Picture perfect, nigga, you should take a photograph
[Verse 3: Bun B]
You see the bling up on my bracelet and the shine on my chest (Chest)
Syrup in my styrofoam, it's sweet with doja, no cess (Cess)
You done put it down with the rest, time to roll with the best
'Cause when you ride with the original, you ain't gotta guess (Guess)
I'm the connection that you need when they say it's a drought (Drought)
'Cause it's not really a drought, them other niggas just out (Out)
And I'm the plug you gotta have when they say the river's dry (Why?)
'Cause it's not really dry, they just ran out of supply ('Ply)
I'm too fly for the clouds (Clouds), too down for the green grass
Better wear tinted lenses if you look at my clean ass (My clean ass)
Catch me today with a Canon or a Kodak (A Kodak)
'Cause by tomorrow, yesterday gon' be a throwback
Candy still drippin', fours is still tippin'
Wood grain Grant steering wheel I'm still grippin'
Repping for P.A.T., the West and the East (East)
And I'm repping for Pimp C
'Til he get back on the streets, it never cease
[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
You see my slab (You see my slab), you see my candy slab (Slab)
Picture perfect, nigga, you should take a photograph
You see my chick (You see my chick), you see my chick is bad (Bad)
Picture perfect, nigga, you should take a photograph
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
Photograph, ph-ph-ph-photograph, photograph
Picture perfect, nigga, you should take a photograph
[Bridge: Chamillionaire & Bun B]
My life is real, baby (Baby), ain't just a song (Ain't just a song)
Grippin' that wood wheel, baby (Baby), and ridin' chrome (I'm ridin' chrome)
This is for the real playas (Playa), that get that dough (That get that dough, ooh)
Tell me how it feel, baby (Tell me how it feel), to see I'm, I'm ridin' candy and chrome
Catch me today with a Canon or a Kodak
'Cause by tomorrow, yesterday gon' be a throwback
Catch me today with a Canon or a Kodak
'Cause by tomorrow, yesterday gon' be a throwback
[Outro: Chamillionaire]
Know what I'm sayin'?
I'm grippin' wood, ridin' through the hood and feelin' good
Just like we say down in Texas, it's already
You starin' at me so hard, you need to go'n do yourself a favor, playa
And take a motherfuckin' picture
