Chamillionaire - Go Hard lyrics

rate me

Chamillitary mayne

You in the presence of the finest

My rims 20-somethin, age 20-somethin

Try to count the millions I done made

20-somethin?... No homo

I go hard

It's goin down get ready for the show

I go hard

Mixtape God steppin through the door

I go hard

Ain't anotha rappin F'in with the flow

I go hard

Ya'll need to stop actin like ya slow

I go

Ya'll need to stop actin like ya slow

I go hard

Ya'll need to stop actin like ya slow

I go hard

Ya'll need to stop actin like ya slow

I go hard

Ya'll need to stop actin like ya slow

I'm warning any one of you dudes that used to hang with the click

Who runnin around makin the threats about how gangsta you get

You put ya neck on the line then "YOUUUUUUUU" takin a slit

Do like a chick that won't let me hit and try to stay off my dick

Or I'm a prove that you don't want it with mufasa

You got the warning it's about to get ugly as chewbacca

Bout to make me hot as stewpasta to salsa

Habla espanol, cacarocha, tu caca

You see me sittin in it you can bet that it ain't rented

See the 4-5 infinite caucasian white tinted

Eyes lookin squinted they can't tell me that it didn't

Pop eyes like the bald white guy that liked spinach

(chamillitary mayne, we in the house) like tenants

O-dawg I'm a menace, o lord I'm a dentist

Ya'll sound like gimmicks, ya'll sound quite finished

And all ya'll hang around a bunch of clowns like grimace

Meanwhile, on the other side of town

Plate full of bullets and another side of rounds

I'm too deep make a puddle out of nouns

Spit a verse and every person that you love about to drown

I'm a shark in a bloody game of marco-polo

Dart flyin through the air to mark ya polo

Haters try to tell me they don't heart my logo

Others love it so they hug it with they heart, no homo

You a bozo and I am no clown I am the town

When I step in the public you know it's goin down

When I step back in the city you already know it's goin down

But I be overseas gettin them G's

Fall off? Please

Lil wayne song describe my smallest bank account silly

A milli-milli a milli a milli-milli milli

I'm movin in it like diddy, your city's my city

They try to throw me the kitty the kitty's like "gimme"

Didn't drop for a minute bootleggers told me they need me

Looks like the whole region is ready to B-C-D me

Clowns in the H tryna act like they wanna see me

I'm poppin up like a genie, they disappear like whodini

You busters must of snorted that whitney, I am sick G

Hot, he see can missiles be tryin to sick me

Wish he would try to throw it my way and piss me

Off, here's a thought, I'll make ya history a mystery (doo-doo doo-doo doo-doo doo-doo)

Twilight zone, I'm worth 200 thousand more than me with my ice on

I'm a butcher with a weapon baby I knife songs

Mo murda-murda mo murda like I like Bone

The only way that you could ever be hotter than me

Is if I don't put out no music and that spot'll be free

Always grindin anytime I ever spotted a G

I was on point like a decimal, a dot, or a p-

E-r-I-o-d, no paper out of my reach

Shakin uncle sam I keep a lotta receipts

And nah Cham ain't neva the one to bring no sand to the beach

I put that moo-lah in my hand and bring grants to the street

Pullin up in the newest ish, you ain't neva knew exist

Baby get inside darlin you can smell the newestness

You can see the platinum see the clearness and the bluishness

Lookin at my jewelry tryna figure out who my jeweler is

Underground money neva disappears

When ya mixtape flowin skill as sick as his

Know it's big business I be on them businesses

Ay ya'll be actin immature so now I roll with bigger kids

Ridin on 28's my rims clear alot of cones

Ridin through the city mayne I hear alot of clones

Kill a microphone like I'm Killa Kyleon

Bout to change my rap name to what? Kill or Cline a Clone

I promise that the mic will need a mito tag

It's still clear I'm still here and that's despite your fad

I left the underground alone and nobody came and took it

Well guess who's back to take it like good lookin

Look in the garage your cars ain't sick as ours

I done had the doors ajar on plenty cars

I was gettin large while ya'll was chillin hard

So the rappers praise the God like synangogue

Just when they thought it was haters when I'm a hurt em all

Just when they thought it was traitors when I'm a curve the ball

I'm always right but I act like I neva heard a wrong

And I know it all like I'm able to give a nerd a call

Clark Kent but I'm sure I can make the shirt come off

Mixtape Messiah 4 it's like I'm (click) cockin the burner ya'll

(get ya burners get ya burners, here we come again, get ya burners get ya burners, here we come again)

You know who the streets waitin to see, me... Mixtape Messiah 4, let's go

I tried to chase the green face like the wizard of oz

Took the yellow brick road to esquisite of cars

Don't wanna hear nuttin real you should be skippin my parts

My swagger get any higher I'll be sittin on mars

I don't post on blogs or chat about what singers gay

I don't switch screen names and change up everything I say

I don't let sound scan allow a lame the right of way

You can sell 10 million and still be not who I'm a play

Car pearly white as teeth I guess that you can say I'm flossin

See me and think of green, like st. patricks day at boston

I lead and they follow these rappers guilty of stalkin

The underground was dead but I'm a bout to leave the coffin