Lirik Lagu Picture Perfect - Chamillionaire
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(feat. Bun B)
[Intro]My life is real baby, you peeping me take a pictureYou peeping me take a picture, (you should take a photograph) - [2x]
[Bun B]Catch me today, with a cannon or a KodakCause by tomorrow, yesterday gon be a throwback(You see it's real, they be like look at thatPicture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph)
[Chamillionaire]Introducing the truest voice of the South, it's who else but me foolDon't let all that foolishness they feed you, on T.V. mislead youDon't let all the magazines, and them papers out there deceive youThe cups that be used to sip, but Caucasian kinda like my tee doYou see that hand be glistening, you see the Sedans we flippingThe hundreds of grands we getting, these units of scans we shippingYou see that Caddy tipping, them thangs on that Caddy twistingThat paint and that candy dripping, that drank and that can is missingThat ain't a Cola, though dry and you feeling soberBoys trying to switch it over, apply it up in a sodaHome of the Houston hustlers, who grinding and hit the quotaWho fire and hit the doja, you high when you sniff the odorTold ya you gotta have, a foreign or buy your slabAfford it then buy it that's, important without it nowYou ain't gotta take college class, to see that we bout our cashYou not if you gotta ask, let's take a pic by the slab hol' up
[Hook]You see my slab, you see my candy slabPicture perfect nigga, you should take a photographYou see my chick, you see my chick is badPicture perfect nigga, you should take a photographYou see it's real, they be like look at thatPicture perfect nigga, you should take a photographPhotograph, ph-ph-ph-photograph-photographPicture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph
[Chamillionaire]When I'm tipping they'll probably watch me, the cops'll be paparazziAnd try to patrol my posse, we shining and glowing glossyThe jealous will try to top me, we keep it too real to copyWhat I'm listening to ain't a floppy, that disc gon be Screwed and Chop-piedAll the ballers will ride to this, deposit deposit slipsBuy the car and apply the fifth, raise the trunk an entire liftUse to go to that Kappa, but Kappa ain't been as crunkSo I'm popping up at Daytona, on chrome and I'm popping trunkJamming that "Ridin' Dirty", while riding beside the lawsAnd they staring over at me, trying to scare me like I'ma pauseTell 'em naw they know I'ma crawl, all day in the robber causeI'm trying to go wash the ride, till them tires have whiter wallsYou peeping him take a picture, that chrome and that paint officialYou smoking then take a swisha, there's plenty just take 'em wit yaYou chilling you ain't a sipper, then I'ma be hanging wit yaTake a hold of the grain and grip a, handful and smile for the pictures nigga
[Hook]
[Bun B]You see the bling up on my bracelet, and the shine on my chestSyrup in my styrofoam, it's sweet with doja no cessYou done put it down with the rest, time to roll with the bestCause when you ride with the original, you ain't gotta guessI'm the connection that you need, when they say it's a droughtCause it's not really a drought, them other niggaz just outAnd I'm the plug you gotta have, when they say the river's dryCause it's not really dry, they just ran out of supplyI'm too fly for the clouds, too down for the green grassBetter wear tinted lenses, if you look at my clean assCatch me today, with a cannon or a KodakCause by tomorrow, yesterday gon be a throwbackCandy still dripping, 4's is still tippingWood grain grass, steering wheel I'm still grippingRepping for P.A.T., the West and the EastAnd I'm repping for Pimp C, till he get back on the streets it never cease
[Hook]
[Chamillionaire]My life is real baby, ain't just a song (ain't just a song)Gripping that wood wheel baby, and riding chrome (I'm riding chrome)This is for the real playas, that get that do' (that get that do')Tell me how it feel baby, to see I'm-I'm riding candy and chrome
[Bun B]Catch me today, with a cannon or a KodakCause by tomorrow, yesterday gon be a throwback - [2x]
[talking]Know I'm saying, gripping woodRiding through the hood, and feeling goodJust like we say down in Texas, it's alreadyYou staring at me so hardYou need to go on, do yourself a favor playaAnd take a motherfucking picture
[Intro]My life is real baby, you peeping me take a pictureYou peeping me take a picture, (you should take a photograph) - [2x]
[Bun B]Catch me today, with a cannon or a KodakCause by tomorrow, yesterday gon be a throwback(You see it's real, they be like look at thatPicture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph)
[Chamillionaire]Introducing the truest voice of the South, it's who else but me foolDon't let all that foolishness they feed you, on T.V. mislead youDon't let all the magazines, and them papers out there deceive youThe cups that be used to sip, but Caucasian kinda like my tee doYou see that hand be glistening, you see the Sedans we flippingThe hundreds of grands we getting, these units of scans we shippingYou see that Caddy tipping, them thangs on that Caddy twistingThat paint and that candy dripping, that drank and that can is missingThat ain't a Cola, though dry and you feeling soberBoys trying to switch it over, apply it up in a sodaHome of the Houston hustlers, who grinding and hit the quotaWho fire and hit the doja, you high when you sniff the odorTold ya you gotta have, a foreign or buy your slabAfford it then buy it that's, important without it nowYou ain't gotta take college class, to see that we bout our cashYou not if you gotta ask, let's take a pic by the slab hol' up
[Hook]You see my slab, you see my candy slabPicture perfect nigga, you should take a photographYou see my chick, you see my chick is badPicture perfect nigga, you should take a photographYou see it's real, they be like look at thatPicture perfect nigga, you should take a photographPhotograph, ph-ph-ph-photograph-photographPicture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph
[Chamillionaire]When I'm tipping they'll probably watch me, the cops'll be paparazziAnd try to patrol my posse, we shining and glowing glossyThe jealous will try to top me, we keep it too real to copyWhat I'm listening to ain't a floppy, that disc gon be Screwed and Chop-piedAll the ballers will ride to this, deposit deposit slipsBuy the car and apply the fifth, raise the trunk an entire liftUse to go to that Kappa, but Kappa ain't been as crunkSo I'm popping up at Daytona, on chrome and I'm popping trunkJamming that "Ridin' Dirty", while riding beside the lawsAnd they staring over at me, trying to scare me like I'ma pauseTell 'em naw they know I'ma crawl, all day in the robber causeI'm trying to go wash the ride, till them tires have whiter wallsYou peeping him take a picture, that chrome and that paint officialYou smoking then take a swisha, there's plenty just take 'em wit yaYou chilling you ain't a sipper, then I'ma be hanging wit yaTake a hold of the grain and grip a, handful and smile for the pictures nigga
[Hook]
[Bun B]You see the bling up on my bracelet, and the shine on my chestSyrup in my styrofoam, it's sweet with doja no cessYou done put it down with the rest, time to roll with the bestCause when you ride with the original, you ain't gotta guessI'm the connection that you need, when they say it's a droughtCause it's not really a drought, them other niggaz just outAnd I'm the plug you gotta have, when they say the river's dryCause it's not really dry, they just ran out of supplyI'm too fly for the clouds, too down for the green grassBetter wear tinted lenses, if you look at my clean assCatch me today, with a cannon or a KodakCause by tomorrow, yesterday gon be a throwbackCandy still dripping, 4's is still tippingWood grain grass, steering wheel I'm still grippingRepping for P.A.T., the West and the EastAnd I'm repping for Pimp C, till he get back on the streets it never cease
[Hook]
[Chamillionaire]My life is real baby, ain't just a song (ain't just a song)Gripping that wood wheel baby, and riding chrome (I'm riding chrome)This is for the real playas, that get that do' (that get that do')Tell me how it feel baby, to see I'm-I'm riding candy and chrome
[Bun B]Catch me today, with a cannon or a KodakCause by tomorrow, yesterday gon be a throwback - [2x]
[talking]Know I'm saying, gripping woodRiding through the hood, and feeling goodJust like we say down in Texas, it's alreadyYou staring at me so hardYou need to go on, do yourself a favor playaAnd take a motherfucking picture
