[Chamillionaire]

The Buddhists They Holla Buddah, Make Sinners Say Hollaluah

I'm The God Of Mix Tapes, Watch Me Drive The Impala Through The

Ghetto Twenty Inch Metal, Go Get Your Two College Rulers

I'll Teach You How To Correct Your Speech, But I'm Not A Tutor

How You Playas Gonna Deny The Answer, To All Your Prayers

It's Not Fair, You Can Not Compete Chamillionaire

Attitude Stinky, From Now On When I'm Round Y'all

Sniff I Know You Can Feel Me Nigga, Like A Bloodhound Dog

I Done Took Over The Streets, So They Call Me The Groundhog

When These Boys On A Cold Streak, I Bring Heat Like A Brown Log

In The Fire Place You Fired, I'm The Boss You The Maid

I Would Suspend You With No Pay, But You Never Got Paid

Don't Talk Down Shut Up, Like A Attic Door On The Ceiling

Boy I'm A Villain, You Ain't Got No Royal You's A Kitten

Sipping On Some Sour Milk, Color Changin' Tower Get Crushed

There Ain't A Plane, That Can Wreck And Crash Harder Than Us

Seems Like We Beefing, But I Ain't Even Know We Had Problems

Maybe Cause Our Money's Stacked, Like Tetris Rows In Columns

Not A Saint I'm A Lunatic, Nelly Ain't Colder Than Him

You Going Down Down Baby, Speak On Us Again

You Can't Win Won't Say Your Name, Unless You Get Rich Off Of Me

Cause If I Say Your Name, Then That Would Be Free Publicity

Speak Under Your Breath About Royalty, Is Something You Don't Do

And I Bet You Think This Song Is About You, Don't You