Lirik Lagu In the Trunk - Chamillionaire
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[Intro]This, is, the-the sound of revenge [repeat 2X]You in the presence of the finestChamillitary mayne! This for the streetsLet's give 'em somethin they can bump (innnn the trunk)At this point you should be turnin your speakers upTurn your speakers up - Chamillionaire man!Let it bump, it's a southern thingHa ha, Chamillitary mayne! (innnn the trunk)
[Verse 1]I heard somebody say that the South ain't got no lyricistsWell 'bang bang' at the game like everyone down here is pissedYou lookin for the truth then look no further, here it isTurn it up a notch so they can not say they not hearin thisThey say Chamill is sick, click click, here's a clip'Bang bang' at the rap game to make your spirits liftAnd it seems to me the industry is all on Jigga's dickWho? You, you, you, and you nigga - pick a clickUniversal sent me to bring some realness to the industryGot here, then I realized that ain't nobody real but meOkay, a couple niggaz but none of 'em real as meTell your favorite rapper he should diss me if he disagreeI bet I'm actin like your favorite rapper isn't meTell your second favorite whose the best and show 'em a picture of meHe'd have to take me out to prove that he's as sick as meSo me verse me, the only battle that y'all gonna get to seeI'm plainly sayin what I'm sayin to make these haters madPerpetratin hatin ass, see me ridin candy slabDisbelieve his ass, how many vehicles can he have?I be losin count myself and I ain't even that bad at mathThat's how we do it in Texas, poppin trunk and grippin woodWe reply to threats (how?) Nigga, I wish you wouldYou can keep on talking, but that's only if you couldGotta turn my speakers up, can you hear 'em now? (No) Good!
[Chorus]Ain't runnin from a thang, cause I ain't never been a punkDrama ain't a thang, cause I can bring it if they wantI'ma let it bang, so they can feel it in the (innnn the trunk)You bout it wit'cha game, decide your rep and throw it upWhat you tryin to drank, cause I'ma bout to get you drunkKeep it pimpin mayne, so they can feel it in the (innnn the trunk)
[Verse 2]This for the street niggaz knowin they gotta pee in a cupKnow your peace officer tossin ya when he see the resultsThis for the G's, hate is what you see in the scopeGauge gonna get sprayed like it's Raid when you see him approachTell you ahead of time, solo I can handle mineYou ain't too smart but play the part like you a pantomimeBut you don't have a nine, I'll show you I hammer mineTime to make you do the Running Man like it's Hammer TimeShout out to the west and all my gangstas pack heat upActin up and pack enough heat to make you back it upThe hoes back it up, soon as they hear the back of the trunkNow I'ma stock like New York slang (What you mean?) That's what;s upMoney stack it up when they feel they have enoughGet the chips and add 'em up, then she givin that to usDon't put all that in cuffs, treat your money like a slutNiggaz better share, hell yeah, cause I just wanna cutA hater gettin cut, someone gon' get hurt (hurt)Especially if you met me and was disrespect turf (turf)(Houston, Texas) I'm the worst, ice looking like sherbertBouncin off my chest, you're starin at it like a pervertMixtape god, don't hate me, go to church first (why?)Might as well since all the rappers wearin church shirtsBetter think ahead of time, call yourself a nurse (nurse!)Diss me in your second and you won't get to finish your third verse
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]You in the presence of the finestThe game is full of fakes, all these rappin niggaz front (front)_Controversy Sells_, the industry givin 'em what they want (want)See he ain't gangsta as he say, that's why they dress 'em upGet a vest, a plastic gun and go pull a publicity stuntHoe act like she slow, don't know that I'm richAnd ignore the handles missing from the do's of my whipBut then she saw me on TV and told me pause for a flick(What you tell her?) You can "106 & Park" on my dick (on my dick)Can't speak about Texas and not mention meCause the world gon' have to see the truth come out eventuallyI'll rip any gimmick rapper out from A to Z934-829 to the 2 if you still disagreeWe never marry a hoe, what I'ma marry you fo'I'm too busy tearin my shows up and getting married to dough (dough)Grave dig a nigga, (Whatchu mean?) I bury a flowRun, go get your city, come back and then I'ma bury your area code
[Chorus]
[Verse 1]I heard somebody say that the South ain't got no lyricistsWell 'bang bang' at the game like everyone down here is pissedYou lookin for the truth then look no further, here it isTurn it up a notch so they can not say they not hearin thisThey say Chamill is sick, click click, here's a clip'Bang bang' at the rap game to make your spirits liftAnd it seems to me the industry is all on Jigga's dickWho? You, you, you, and you nigga - pick a clickUniversal sent me to bring some realness to the industryGot here, then I realized that ain't nobody real but meOkay, a couple niggaz but none of 'em real as meTell your favorite rapper he should diss me if he disagreeI bet I'm actin like your favorite rapper isn't meTell your second favorite whose the best and show 'em a picture of meHe'd have to take me out to prove that he's as sick as meSo me verse me, the only battle that y'all gonna get to seeI'm plainly sayin what I'm sayin to make these haters madPerpetratin hatin ass, see me ridin candy slabDisbelieve his ass, how many vehicles can he have?I be losin count myself and I ain't even that bad at mathThat's how we do it in Texas, poppin trunk and grippin woodWe reply to threats (how?) Nigga, I wish you wouldYou can keep on talking, but that's only if you couldGotta turn my speakers up, can you hear 'em now? (No) Good!
[Chorus]Ain't runnin from a thang, cause I ain't never been a punkDrama ain't a thang, cause I can bring it if they wantI'ma let it bang, so they can feel it in the (innnn the trunk)You bout it wit'cha game, decide your rep and throw it upWhat you tryin to drank, cause I'ma bout to get you drunkKeep it pimpin mayne, so they can feel it in the (innnn the trunk)
[Verse 2]This for the street niggaz knowin they gotta pee in a cupKnow your peace officer tossin ya when he see the resultsThis for the G's, hate is what you see in the scopeGauge gonna get sprayed like it's Raid when you see him approachTell you ahead of time, solo I can handle mineYou ain't too smart but play the part like you a pantomimeBut you don't have a nine, I'll show you I hammer mineTime to make you do the Running Man like it's Hammer TimeShout out to the west and all my gangstas pack heat upActin up and pack enough heat to make you back it upThe hoes back it up, soon as they hear the back of the trunkNow I'ma stock like New York slang (What you mean?) That's what;s upMoney stack it up when they feel they have enoughGet the chips and add 'em up, then she givin that to usDon't put all that in cuffs, treat your money like a slutNiggaz better share, hell yeah, cause I just wanna cutA hater gettin cut, someone gon' get hurt (hurt)Especially if you met me and was disrespect turf (turf)(Houston, Texas) I'm the worst, ice looking like sherbertBouncin off my chest, you're starin at it like a pervertMixtape god, don't hate me, go to church first (why?)Might as well since all the rappers wearin church shirtsBetter think ahead of time, call yourself a nurse (nurse!)Diss me in your second and you won't get to finish your third verse
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]You in the presence of the finestThe game is full of fakes, all these rappin niggaz front (front)_Controversy Sells_, the industry givin 'em what they want (want)See he ain't gangsta as he say, that's why they dress 'em upGet a vest, a plastic gun and go pull a publicity stuntHoe act like she slow, don't know that I'm richAnd ignore the handles missing from the do's of my whipBut then she saw me on TV and told me pause for a flick(What you tell her?) You can "106 & Park" on my dick (on my dick)Can't speak about Texas and not mention meCause the world gon' have to see the truth come out eventuallyI'll rip any gimmick rapper out from A to Z934-829 to the 2 if you still disagreeWe never marry a hoe, what I'ma marry you fo'I'm too busy tearin my shows up and getting married to dough (dough)Grave dig a nigga, (Whatchu mean?) I bury a flowRun, go get your city, come back and then I'ma bury your area code
[Chorus]
