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  • (187, 187, 187) (Who's next?) [Intro - Chopped and Screwed Voice - talking behind Chorus - w/ ad libs]
    Screwed Up
    Click You know what this means, right?
    Clover G!
    Let's go Yeah,
    I'm too real to be an actor
    Ya dig? You know who you are
    You be home, you behind the mic
    Not me though [Chorus] "*****'s a threat, too real to be an actor" - [8X] [Verse 1 - Lil' Flip]
    This ain't a movie, this more like a screenplay
    Cause on the real
    I went to the block each day (for real)
    The G way, so hit me on my three way
    Look if you want to live, you better take it easy
    You jump, fly with me,
    I clip your wings off
    You violate me again,
    I infa beam y'all
    This H-Town, the home of the trunk poppers
    Oh and I'm on that kush *****,
    I'm a funk doctor
    I make hits in the streets and in the booth
    So keep playin
    I'll put one on you (YOU)
    I'm tatted up, cause
    I love takin pain
    I give my artist's a cheat and tell 'em "keep the change"
    I ain't petty player,
    I buy the whole thang
    My work pure since you want to talk blow man
    I got that **** that made
    Len Bias overdose
    Yours truly, the
    King of the
    Third Coast [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
    Yo, it's Koopa baby, uh
    Jackers pay attention and don't get the script confused
    Cause I promise
    Black & Decker ain't gon' miss you with the tools
    Better duck before you lose, like
    McDuck or
    Mr. Scrooge
    I ain't givin away a golden cent or nothin to you fools
    Clownin on the camera, tryin to get you on the news
    Sometimes the cloest ones, the ones who tryin to see you lose
    They say that "Family Matters" tell
    Urkel that
    I'm the truth
    Cause I'm a be a "Family Guy" 'til
    Stewie get it misconstrued
    Scratchin off the serial, materials get thrown away
    For jackers
    I got that cereal,
    I'm pourin out the
    Special K
    Don't get blown away, plot and you will bowl away
    From no one just with a
    Cheerio size hole to stay
    Homie it ain't no debate, some
    Pirelli's known to hate
    So I had to motivate a set of
    O's to hold my swangs
    Tippin on my rollerblades, head to toe way on them thangs
    Tickets just get thrown away like
    I was supposed to pay [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Lil' Flip]
    Look, aye it's way too late to try to make peace
    Just be glad they didn't find your ass on the streets
    First they said
    H-Town wasn't gonna blow
    But we proved 'em wrong, even
    Bun B went gold
    I'm Michael
    Phelps, the way
    I swim up in your wife
    Look I'm the reason her juice box ain't tight (Who the King of Houston?), y'all better say me
    Cause Def
    Jam Vendetta is the only way you'll play me [Verse 4 - Chamillionaire]
    NBA Live 2006, only way that they'll play me
    I was born to be a boss and you just a trainee
    In money that we trust, so you can trust in me
    Cause I am money, you should see how much
    I clutched this week
    They say that money talks, so you can trust this speech
    It's Barack
    O'Balla baby, let's do lunch, let's feast
    Landlord of the
    H, let's discuss this lease
    If you in
    Texas and you leanin, then adjust your seat, for
    Pimp C [Chorus - w/ ad libs] [Outro - Lil' Flip - talking]
    Hey, we too real man
    For real, yeah
    Too real to be an actor, man (187, 187, who's next?) 187, who's next?
    Hahaha Hey
    Cham man It feel good to be amongst the platinum elite club baby
    Hey let 'em know
    The grind don't stop,
    Flipgates,
    Chamillionaire
    It's Volume 4, right?
    Hey Cham man, let these ****** know man
    I'm ****** with these beats now 682-561-8900
  • (187, 187, 187) (Who's next?) [Intro - Chopped and Screwed Voice - talking behind Chorus - w/ ad libs]
    Screwed Up
    Click You know what this means, right?
    Clover G!
    Let's go Yeah,
    I'm too real to be an actor
    Ya dig? You know who you are
    You be home, you behind the mic
    Not me though [Chorus] "*****'s a threat, too real to be an actor" - [8X] [Verse 1 - Lil' Flip]
    This ain't a movie, this more like a screenplay
    Cause on the real
    I went to the block each day (for real)
    The G way, so hit me on my three way
    Look if you want to live, you better take it easy
    You jump, fly with me,
    I clip your wings off
    You violate me again,
    I infa beam y'all
    This H-Town, the home of the trunk poppers
    Oh and I'm on that kush *****,
    I'm a funk doctor
    I make hits in the streets and in the booth
    So keep playin
    I'll put one on you (YOU)
    I'm tatted up, cause
    I love takin pain
    I give my artist's a cheat and tell 'em "keep the change"
    I ain't petty player,
    I buy the whole thang
    My work pure since you want to talk blow man
    I got that **** that made
    Len Bias overdose
    Yours truly, the
    King of the
    Third Coast [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
    Yo, it's Koopa baby, uh
    Jackers pay attention and don't get the script confused
    Cause I promise
    Black & Decker ain't gon' miss you with the tools
    Better duck before you lose, like
    McDuck or
    Mr. Scrooge
    I ain't givin away a golden cent or nothin to you fools
    Clownin on the camera, tryin to get you on the news
    Sometimes the cloest ones, the ones who tryin to see you lose
    They say that "Family Matters" tell
    Urkel that
    I'm the truth
    Cause I'm a be a "Family Guy" 'til
    Stewie get it misconstrued
    Scratchin off the serial, materials get thrown away
    For jackers
    I got that cereal,
    I'm pourin out the
    Special K
    Don't get blown away, plot and you will bowl away
    From no one just with a
    Cheerio size hole to stay
    Homie it ain't no debate, some
    Pirelli's known to hate
    So I had to motivate a set of
    O's to hold my swangs
    Tippin on my rollerblades, head to toe way on them thangs
    Tickets just get thrown away like
    I was supposed to pay [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Lil' Flip]
    Look, aye it's way too late to try to make peace
    Just be glad they didn't find your ass on the streets
    First they said
    H-Town wasn't gonna blow
    But we proved 'em wrong, even
    Bun B went gold
    I'm Michael
    Phelps, the way
    I swim up in your wife
    Look I'm the reason her juice box ain't tight (Who the King of Houston?), y'all better say me
    Cause Def
    Jam Vendetta is the only way you'll play me [Verse 4 - Chamillionaire]
    NBA Live 2006, only way that they'll play me
    I was born to be a boss and you just a trainee
    In money that we trust, so you can trust in me
    Cause I am money, you should see how much
    I clutched this week
    They say that money talks, so you can trust this speech
    It's Barack
    O'Balla baby, let's do lunch, let's feast
    Landlord of the
    H, let's discuss this lease
    If you in
    Texas and you leanin, then adjust your seat, for
    Pimp C [Chorus - w/ ad libs] [Outro - Lil' Flip - talking]
    Hey, we too real man
    For real, yeah
    Too real to be an actor, man (187, 187, who's next?) 187, who's next?
    Hahaha Hey
    Cham man It feel good to be amongst the platinum elite club baby
    Hey let 'em know
    The grind don't stop,
    Flipgates,
    Chamillionaire
    It's Volume 4, right?
    Hey Cham man, let these ****** know man
    I'm ****** with these beats now 682-561-8900