Текст песни Chamillionaire — Somebody Gonna Get Hurt
[Chorus]
I get that paper, I do it major
Im stayin sucker-free and, Im shakin haters (OHH!)
I aint really tryin to hurt nobody (say what?)
I aint really tryin to hurt nobody (say what?)
I aint 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, whatchu wanna bet?
If I lose I roll another bet to even up
Keep lookin for the dough like I aint seen enough
Fully equipped the whip, that would be a plus
Hop off the you-know-what and Ima leave it up
(Tell us what you leavin up) The dough on the Lambo
Dont try to be a Rambo or be an example
Passport paper, aint a place that I cant 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 Im still the man back in my city
Ugh, put the cream on the acne like Diddy (whatchu mean?)
Show you how to make em put the paper in your face
Let the yellow bones know that its 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 Ima grab when you see me
Oakland in my hand like its eBay
Both chicks beggin me to come to see A
No time like I ran out of prepaid
If you dont go and give this hotness to the DJ
Youll need a Doctor and it aint 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 its not you
But like B on the ScanTron - not true
Cause yall boys is costumes
I brush em off like the canvas in an art room
Bring it on boy, my victorys your doom
Your plan was to Samity Sam me but its 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 Ks like Klu Klux
So bring em to the barber thatll give em a crewcut
Yup! That mean minus a couple
Need to be findin your mind instead of findin some trouble
Cause its 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 dont peel
Yeah, the type of weapon that dont jam
Like most of these rappers in this game that dont man
Plus the homie ridin with me is no fan
Dont bring the drama witchu if you aint bringin no plan
[Chorus]
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