- Chamillionaire ready for whatever 歌詞
- Chamillionaire
- You better know when
I'm up in the club
That I'm ready for whatever,
I'm a G so wassup
Just because you see me actin' shining doin' my thing
Don't think a playa won't switch'n get to throwin them things (get to throw them hands) [Hook: repeat 2X]
I'm ready for whatever (yeah!)
I 'm ready for whatever (yeah!)
I'm ready for whatever
Come on, get up on my level [Verse 1]
Who am I I'm
Fat Rat (Fat Rat )
With the cheese (with the cheese)
I'm the one (I'm the one)
Hater please (hater please)
In fact bow (in fact bow)
On ya knees (on ya knees)
I been gettin' money since '93
Triple O.G.
I don't gotta talk to you boys
Make a whole fo'
I come through and walk through you boys (for real)
I'll put a spark to you boys
This ol' dog bite,
I won't bark at 'chou boys
I look good
I feel good (yeah!)
I talk like
Barack but
I'm real hood (whoa!)
I check a hater any playa that's
Trill would
If the hands a shank, don't worry then the steel should [Hook: repeat 2X] [Chorus] [Verse 2: Chamillionaire]
A lot of boughe women (yeah)
Yeah I'm usually chillin' ( yeah)
Move around, no time for mail groupie-ism (move)
My money to the ceiling (ceilling)
But act like you a villian
I bet the arm and hammer gonna do his duty with him
Banana vision
Haters thinkin' the camera's slippin' (nah)
Gorilla pitman, peel you with that banana clippin'
Huh, I make a jacker turn to noodle soup
Send a message through the hoops
Spin you like a holla-hoop(I know some boys really mad and can't stand how a playa keep my money stacks in big rubberbands (up in big rubberbands)
But I'm a keep on getting my grands you don't like it you know
I'm a let you know it in advance then we keep throwin hands) [Hook] [Chorus] [Verse 3]
A hater there, a hater there
I should buy me fuckin' shirt and call it
Hater Wear
But ask me do a playa care
Why would
I when a gal whisperin' a playa ear?
And she talkin' bout doin' sumthin'
She like you, you always talkin' about doin' sumthin'
The only difference is she for real, you -- you bumpin'
Imma really take her to the room and ruin' sumthin'
You won' t get me stressed
We will tear this club up and make a mothafuckin' mess (yeah!)
I'm one-hundred none less
Now go about ya bizness lil daddy,
God bless [Hook] [Chorus]
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