Somebody gonna get hurt
by Chamillionaire
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[Chorus]
I get that paper, I do it major
I´m stayin sucker-free and, I´m shakin haters (OHH!)
I ain´t really tryin to hurt nobody (say what?)
I ain´t really tryin to hurt nobody (say what?)
I ain´t really tryin to hurt nobody
Is somebody gonna get hurt up in here? Probably
[Chamillionaire]
My money get jealous, I keep the dough in check
The checks bounce, give me cash and give me mo´ interest
Rick Rock, now I get the dough goin west
20 thou´ on the ground, what´chu wanna bet?
If I lose I roll another bet to even up
Keep lookin for the dough like I ain´t seen enough
Fully equipped the whip, that would be a plus
Hop off the you-know-what and I´ma leave it up
(Tell us what you leavin up) The dough on the Lambo´
Don´t try to be a Rambo or be an example
Passport paper, ain´t a place that I can´t go
Haters gettin sick ´bout to +Earl+, like Kimbo (ugh!)
Go ahead man, smack yourself silly
Rubberbands never fit when I package my scrilly
Overseas but I´m still the man back in my city
Ugh, put the cream on the acne like Diddy (what´chu mean?)
Show you how to make ´em put the paper in your face
Let the yellow bones know that it´s time to skate
Pillsbury dough sho´ make a lot of cake
Time to show all of these suckas how to paper chase
The blueprint for the paper, just rewind it back
Yeah our money cash cars, I be rhymin that
Stay ballin on the base like a Diamondback
While you in the crowd gettin mad because the concert packed
[Chorus]
[Chamillionaire]
Two chicks talkin to me on the 3-way
Breeze blowin in the hair of my breezy
Woodgrain I´ma grab when you see me
Oakland in my hand like it´s eBay
Both chicks beggin me to come to see A
No time like I ran out of prepaid
If you don´t go and give this hotness to the DJ
You´ll need a Doctor and it ain´t gonna be Dre
Fans tryin to figure out and try to find who
the last verse of the last hearse applied to
I could tell you a lie and tell you it´s not you
But like B on the ScanTron - not true
Cause y´all boys is costumes
I brush ´em off like the canvas in an art room
Bring it on boy, my victory´s your doom
Your plan was to ´Samity Sam me but it´s gone BOOM!
[Chorus]
[Chamillionaire]
Some people hate to see you spendin the new bucks
You better not show your animosity to us
Hit gon´ have the three K´s like Klu Klux
So bring ´em to the barber that´ll give ´em a crewcut
Yup! That mean minus a couple
Need to be findin your mind instead of findin some trouble
Cause it´s obvious you lost when we up out of the huddle
Ready to blitz, yup - I seen you in outer space like a shuttle
Ha ha; one mil´, two mil´, three, fo´ mil´
Stayin hungry like I missed the past fo´ meals
Half a mil´ still tell a man "No deal"
Ridin with the type of bananas you don´t peel
Yeah, the type of weapon that don´t jam
Like most of these rappers in this game that don´t man
Plus the homie ridin with me is no fan
Don´t bring the drama wit´chu if you ain´t bringin no plan
[Chorus]
I get that paper, I do it major
I´m stayin sucker-free and, I´m shakin haters (OHH!)
I ain´t really tryin to hurt nobody (say what?)
I ain´t really tryin to hurt nobody (say what?)
I ain´t really tryin to hurt nobody
Is somebody gonna get hurt up in here? Probably
[Chamillionaire]
My money get jealous, I keep the dough in check
The checks bounce, give me cash and give me mo´ interest
Rick Rock, now I get the dough goin west
20 thou´ on the ground, what´chu wanna bet?
If I lose I roll another bet to even up
Keep lookin for the dough like I ain´t seen enough
Fully equipped the whip, that would be a plus
Hop off the you-know-what and I´ma leave it up
(Tell us what you leavin up) The dough on the Lambo´
Don´t try to be a Rambo or be an example
Passport paper, ain´t a place that I can´t go
Haters gettin sick ´bout to +Earl+, like Kimbo (ugh!)
Go ahead man, smack yourself silly
Rubberbands never fit when I package my scrilly
Overseas but I´m still the man back in my city
Ugh, put the cream on the acne like Diddy (what´chu mean?)
Show you how to make ´em put the paper in your face
Let the yellow bones know that it´s time to skate
Pillsbury dough sho´ make a lot of cake
Time to show all of these suckas how to paper chase
The blueprint for the paper, just rewind it back
Yeah our money cash cars, I be rhymin that
Stay ballin on the base like a Diamondback
While you in the crowd gettin mad because the concert packed
[Chorus]
[Chamillionaire]
Two chicks talkin to me on the 3-way
Breeze blowin in the hair of my breezy
Woodgrain I´ma grab when you see me
Oakland in my hand like it´s eBay
Both chicks beggin me to come to see A
No time like I ran out of prepaid
If you don´t go and give this hotness to the DJ
You´ll need a Doctor and it ain´t gonna be Dre
Fans tryin to figure out and try to find who
the last verse of the last hearse applied to
I could tell you a lie and tell you it´s not you
But like B on the ScanTron - not true
Cause y´all boys is costumes
I brush ´em off like the canvas in an art room
Bring it on boy, my victory´s your doom
Your plan was to ´Samity Sam me but it´s gone BOOM!
[Chorus]
[Chamillionaire]
Some people hate to see you spendin the new bucks
You better not show your animosity to us
Hit gon´ have the three K´s like Klu Klux
So bring ´em to the barber that´ll give ´em a crewcut
Yup! That mean minus a couple
Need to be findin your mind instead of findin some trouble
Cause it´s obvious you lost when we up out of the huddle
Ready to blitz, yup - I seen you in outer space like a shuttle
Ha ha; one mil´, two mil´, three, fo´ mil´
Stayin hungry like I missed the past fo´ meals
Half a mil´ still tell a man "No deal"
Ridin with the type of bananas you don´t peel
Yeah, the type of weapon that don´t jam
Like most of these rappers in this game that don´t man
Plus the homie ridin with me is no fan
Don´t bring the drama wit´chu if you ain´t bringin no plan
[Chorus]
