Get On My Level

*Song borrows the beat from Fabolous' "Make Me Better"*

[Intro - Chamillionaire - talking]

Um, that boy thoed

Man that boy thoed, boy thoed

Hmm, that boy thoed, boy thoed, man

[Chamillionaire - talking over Intro]

That boy thoed

I'm talkin 'bout the Chamillitary boys be puttin it down

Grammys, ringtones, whatever

[Hook - Chamillionaire]

If bein rich is bad for my health (umm)

Then baby I'm a be ill forever

And I'm known to make ladies melt (ha)

You boys better get on my level

Get on my level, get on my level

Get on my level, get on my level

Get on my level, get on my level

Get on my level, cause your boy burnin up

[Verse - Chamillionaire]

Man, that chrome plated woman, on the hood steady hummin

The Messiah who's they summon and the mixtape king is comin

Better hope it's the rapper Nottz, splat somethin on your woman

Only thing we got in common, is the cummin demon (uh)

-nator, a hater, is less and never greater

From continent to continent, I cross 'em like a fader

My garage full of "RARRR", yeah Jaguars and Gators

My hand is where the +oak+ is gon' land like the Raiders (uh)

Grippin, flippin, which vehicle am I pickin?

Got a set of chrome feet and a bunch of beat I'm 'bout to stick in

Little kids stick they faces on the frame and start lickin

Still rollin the old school, with the hood things drippin (drippin)

Lady is gravy, her hair is in the wind

That vehicle that's older than your parents is a sin

My baby, a lady, got yellow candy skin

Open the garage and look in, I'm like where should I begin? (uh)

Driver named Rick, I call him Ricky Retardo

Is lost in the garage like a game of "Where Is Waldo?"

Ask him where he's at, and he's like "Lookin for your Gallardo

Looked in every spot, but I've been lookin for an hour bro."

Sweet tooth candy is on every single car note

Starburst rappers in the interior of my car flow (oh)

But I'm the rapper that stay burstin on the star though (though)

That line went over they head baby, but y'all know

Keep plenty chicks in the coupe like a farm yo

Keep a car, but I don't never see a car note (oh)

You O.J. Simpson with them broads though (oh)

You like 'em white and skinny like a Marlboro

And I keep a chick on each arm like Jack Tripper

If she thicker, I'm a pick her, if she not, then I'm a skip her

If I land, somewhere on an island, like the Skipper

The sex on the beach that I'm a give her, is not liquor (not liquor)

You could never think up a thought that's as thoed as me (uh)

Real recognize real, you gotta notice me (uh)

Paper chaser, we racin, but you ain't close to C

I'm Chamillionaire, but who the hell you supposed to be?

Bought a crib in L.A., so the Hollywood sign would notice me

Surround sound, knockin the doors down, is how you know it's me

How many cribs really here?? Somewhere over three

That real estate is Chamillion's player, let's just show 'em G

[Hook]

If bein rich is bad for my health (umm)

Then baby I'm a be ill forever

And I'm known to make ladies melt (ha)

You boys better get on my level

Get on my level, get on my level

Get on my level, get on my level

Get on my level, get on my level

Get on my level, cause your boy burnin up

[Outro - Chamillionaire - talking]

Your boy burnin up for real man

I'm talkin 'bout tippin down, popped up, wide open

Boys comin through, fly rides, cars

Candy colors, exotic, know what I'm talkin 'bout?

H-Town, still holdin, that boy Chamillion' gon' hold it down

Uh