Lirik Lagu The Truth Is Back! - Chamillionaire
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Southern Smoke..
[Hook]You hear a lot of music, but it's boringYou hear a lot of flows, but don't enjoy 'emYou hear a lot of albums, and you snoringBut the truth is back, now they say where you beenCause we ain't really seen you out performingYou back up in the streets, you hot you're boilingChamillitary click, is the click they wantingYou know that OG Ron C, gon screw it for them
[Chamillionaire]A lot of DJ's, didn't wanna mess with the kidBut like dancers that love to strip, they back up on my dickAnd of course, maybe it's because of the fact that I'm richAnd the diamonds up on my wrist, look like a package of pissLooked like they pissed, in a ice cube trayPut it in the freezer, so by the next dayThey could put it on my wrist, so that I could displayYellow ice looks like butter, but it isn't parquetHey, well let me tell you how I did it thenStepped up the mixtapes, and put 'em in every city manSend 'em Greyhound, in every other city andWallet the size of Guerilla Black's, or Biggie's hand (baby-baby)And I got plenty mo' to do dog, that's true y'allChamillitary is the click, if that's what you thoughtYellow green red white blue, and my new jawCheck out the paint, same colors cover my new carWhen it come to getting fed, I'm the baker with the breadKnow exactly what they said, voices ain't just in my headGet back up in the streets, so the rumors can be deadCause I'm the rapper that they dread, like Lil' Wayne's headBumba claat watch, now watch me I'm the one to watchOne with a lot of colored cubes, and a bunch of blocksAnd the watch, and them girls that be coming outThe closet with a friend, meet her I just wanna watchChamillion-ator's on the way, that's who saving the dayAfter the math I bust a rhyme, rapping after you payNiggaz say they songs jamming, yeah that's just what they sayLike Part 2 of that Kelly song, they end up being gayBut it ain't Weezy, it ain't even B.GBecause how much I push the cash money, they don't believe meTurn on the DVD, and the c.dDon't watch me, homeboy watch T.VHead rest, 7.5 ClarionYou ain't trying to see me shine, you could carry onHaters hate, and that's the reason that I carry oneMake a home run and run home, like Barry BondsYeah, I got 'em shook in a towelRon Artest of rap ha-ha, look at me nowSingle handedly, handle the suckers up in the crowdFist to your lip you'll get whipped, while they kicking me outOuch, cause that looked like it hurtAnd the worst part about it, is it looks like the dirtGetting acquainted with your shirt, become one with the turfAs I watch you fall down, and tell you just what you worthYou no good, dirty rotten scoundrelI pull these hoes, like promoters out of town doI get mail, like workers in the color brown doChamillion you're the best, can't nobody out sound youChad Hugo to Pharrell, I'm the star on the trackLook at my diamonds, and see how many broads they attractAnd it's true in the studio, they on my balls and my sackSay it's a hit, before Chamillionaire even start on a trackI pull up in slow motion, like my car on a flatTrunk going up, like directions that you saw on a mapI wear the multi-colors now, but that's part of the factThat I stay throwing up the rocks, like the Carter was backIt's the Roc, psyche nigga it's notBut it's prolly a rock sized bullet, up in it's popSorry mayn I forgot, to put the heater on lockBut didn't forget the underground, lock it up for my spotI'm back, and I'm too hot
[Hook]
Southern Smoke, Southern Smoke
[Hook]You hear a lot of music, but it's boringYou hear a lot of flows, but don't enjoy 'emYou hear a lot of albums, and you snoringBut the truth is back, now they say where you beenCause we ain't really seen you out performingYou back up in the streets, you hot you're boilingChamillitary click, is the click they wantingYou know that OG Ron C, gon screw it for them
[Chamillionaire]A lot of DJ's, didn't wanna mess with the kidBut like dancers that love to strip, they back up on my dickAnd of course, maybe it's because of the fact that I'm richAnd the diamonds up on my wrist, look like a package of pissLooked like they pissed, in a ice cube trayPut it in the freezer, so by the next dayThey could put it on my wrist, so that I could displayYellow ice looks like butter, but it isn't parquetHey, well let me tell you how I did it thenStepped up the mixtapes, and put 'em in every city manSend 'em Greyhound, in every other city andWallet the size of Guerilla Black's, or Biggie's hand (baby-baby)And I got plenty mo' to do dog, that's true y'allChamillitary is the click, if that's what you thoughtYellow green red white blue, and my new jawCheck out the paint, same colors cover my new carWhen it come to getting fed, I'm the baker with the breadKnow exactly what they said, voices ain't just in my headGet back up in the streets, so the rumors can be deadCause I'm the rapper that they dread, like Lil' Wayne's headBumba claat watch, now watch me I'm the one to watchOne with a lot of colored cubes, and a bunch of blocksAnd the watch, and them girls that be coming outThe closet with a friend, meet her I just wanna watchChamillion-ator's on the way, that's who saving the dayAfter the math I bust a rhyme, rapping after you payNiggaz say they songs jamming, yeah that's just what they sayLike Part 2 of that Kelly song, they end up being gayBut it ain't Weezy, it ain't even B.GBecause how much I push the cash money, they don't believe meTurn on the DVD, and the c.dDon't watch me, homeboy watch T.VHead rest, 7.5 ClarionYou ain't trying to see me shine, you could carry onHaters hate, and that's the reason that I carry oneMake a home run and run home, like Barry BondsYeah, I got 'em shook in a towelRon Artest of rap ha-ha, look at me nowSingle handedly, handle the suckers up in the crowdFist to your lip you'll get whipped, while they kicking me outOuch, cause that looked like it hurtAnd the worst part about it, is it looks like the dirtGetting acquainted with your shirt, become one with the turfAs I watch you fall down, and tell you just what you worthYou no good, dirty rotten scoundrelI pull these hoes, like promoters out of town doI get mail, like workers in the color brown doChamillion you're the best, can't nobody out sound youChad Hugo to Pharrell, I'm the star on the trackLook at my diamonds, and see how many broads they attractAnd it's true in the studio, they on my balls and my sackSay it's a hit, before Chamillionaire even start on a trackI pull up in slow motion, like my car on a flatTrunk going up, like directions that you saw on a mapI wear the multi-colors now, but that's part of the factThat I stay throwing up the rocks, like the Carter was backIt's the Roc, psyche nigga it's notBut it's prolly a rock sized bullet, up in it's popSorry mayn I forgot, to put the heater on lockBut didn't forget the underground, lock it up for my spotI'm back, and I'm too hot
[Hook]
Southern Smoke, Southern Smoke
