Talking That Talk

[Intro: Chamillionaire]

Aay! Houston Texas, Houston Texas

Chamillionaire, the Mixtape Messiah

I feel like niggas need to show some respect off in here mayne

Tell 'em the name, tell 'em the name, Chamillitary Mayne

[Hook: Chamillionaire]

I hear ya talking that talk (that talk), I heard you was talking bout me (bout me)

Soon as I ask who you talking to, you reply with "naw it's not me" (not me)

No bite but all of that barking, cow-mad that y'all ain't got me

They ain't keeping it real like they talking, pussy niggas is all that I see

[Verse 1: Chamillionaire]

You could be hungry, ugly, chubby, homeless, crippled and blind

And still be better off than niggas talking lip to a ninе

I hit that track wit David Banner, talk that lip to me now

Pussy niggas like to hidе, pop up on 'em, surprise

Tired of letting niggas ride, gave 'em too many times

I'm sick of trying, sick of uuh, flipping and flying

Now they got me yelling out what like a skit from Jon

Chamillitary ain't gon' ride? Y'all need to quit ya lying

Cause ya know that ya falsifying, niggas know they can't stop the giant

It just shows that'll stop the crying, move over the spot is mine

Take over it's about the time, to put all these boys in line

Couldn't walk a inch in my shoes but you know can drop and tie 'em

[Hook: Chamillionaire]

I hear ya talking that talk (that talk), I heard you was talking bout me (bout me)

Soon as I ask who you talking to, you reply with "naw it's not me" (not me)

No bite but all of that barking, cow-mad that y'all ain't got me

They ain't keeping it real like they talking, pussy niggas is all that I see

[Verse 2: David Banner]

If it jumps off, it jumps off, let the front of the pumps off

Something that'll knock ya fucking lump off

Think I'm 'Bama? Think I'm country? Well I am bitch

And I got bullets I can share and I ain't selfish

Dirty boy I got just what you need

Them slugs that'll fly through trees and knock off knees

Knock off ears, knock off peers

Got beats that'll knock by-see-ers, roll but get the throat cut

Catch a buck fifth, watch yo chest lift

Dope rhymes, cause the small lines take a sniff

Bitch I'm tryna make ya nose bleed

Like Russians busting the shit out of Apollo Creed, I'mma ride!

[Hook: Chamillionaire]

I hear ya talking that talk (that talk), I heard you was talking bout me (bout me)

Soon as I ask who you talking to, you reply with "naw it's not me" (not me)

No bite but all of that barking, cow-mad that y'all ain't got me

They ain't keeping it real like they talking, pussy niggas is all that I see

[Verse 3: Chamillionaire]

Yeah, better respect the Messiah, ay where the hell is ya manners man?

Knock ya offa ya hinges like you got hit wit a batter-ram

You'll be stupid for challenging, knock ya outa ya skeleton

You'll be down on the floor like a Lil Flip or a Banner fan

The hustle man, I hustle a grand like dude in Atlanta

Then what I do wit it? Flip it, kinda like that dude that he mad at

The talking stops when a rocket is sending you out the planet

You'll be just Timber in a Lake like that dude feeling Janet

That could get you shot or damaged, I bet that you cry or panic

That could get you cut, beat the hell up, then goodbye, you vanish

Put your feet on the concrete, I hope that you got 'em planted

Now stand flat, so I can BLAT! Make you loose all your balance, Koopa

[Hook: Chamillionaire]

I hear ya talking that talk (that talk), I heard you was talking bout me (bout me)

Soon as I ask who you talking to, you reply with "naw it's not me" (not me)

No bite but all of that barking, cow-mad that y'all ain't got me

They ain't keeping it real like they talking, pussy niggas is all that I see