Go Hard歌词
"Chamillitary Mayne" [Chamillionaire]
You in the presence of the finest
My rims twenty-somethin, age twenty-somethin
Try to count the millions
I done made... twenty-somethin?
No homo I go hard!
Its goin down, get ready for the show
I go hard!
Mixtape God stepping through the do'
I go hard!
Ain't another rapper f-in' with the flow
I go hard!
Y'all need to stop actin like you slow
I go... Y'all need to stop actin like you slow
I go hard!
Y'all need to stop actin like you slow
I go hard!
Y'all need to stop actin like you slow
I go hard! "Y'all need to stop actin like you slow"
I go hard!
Ay, I'll go at anyone of you dudes that used to hang with the click
Who runnin round makin the threats about how gangster you get
You put your neck on the line, the
YOU takin a slip
Do like a chick that won't let me hit and try to stay off my ****
Or I'ma prove that you don't want it with
Mufasa, you got the
Warnin it's about to get ugly as
Chewbacca
Bout to make me hot as stew pasta, too salsa
Holla in Espanol, cucaracha, tu caca
You see me sittin in it, you can bet that it ain't rented
See the fo'-five infinite
Caucasian white tinted
Eyes lookin squinted, they can't tell me that it didn't
Pop eyes, like the ball, white got it like spinach
Chamillitary
Mayne, we in the house like tenants
Oh dog, I'm a menace, oh
Lord, I'm a dentist
Y'all sound like gimmicks, y'all sound quite finished
And all y'all 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 pot of a lotta 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 your polo
Haters try to tell me they don't heart my logo
Others love it so they hug it with their heart, no homo
You a bozo and
I am no clown,
I am the town
When I step into public, you know it's goin down
When I step back in the city you already know, it's goin down
That I be overseas gettin them
G's fall out please, you know it's goin down
Lil Wayne's song describe my smallest bank account silly
A millie millie, a millie, a millie millie millie
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
BCD me Clowns in the
H tryna act like they wanna see me
I'm poppin up like a genie, they disappear like
Houdini You busters must have snorted that
Whitney, I am sick
G Peeew, hot, heat seeking missiles be tryna sick me
Wish he, would try to throw it my way and piss me
Off, here's a thought,
I make your history a mystery [Sound of Twilight Zone theme] ...
Twilight zone
I'm worth two thousand more than me with my ice on
I'm a butcher with a weapon baby,
I knife songs
Mo' murder murder, mo' murder, 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, any time
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 never the one to bring no sand to the beach
I put the moula in my hand and bring grands to the street, yah
Pullin up in the newest ish, you ain't never knew exist
Baby get inside, darling you can smell the newishness
You can see the platinum, see the clearness and the bluishness
Lookin at my jewellery tryna figure out who my jeweller is
Underground money never disappears
When your mixtape, flow and skill is sick as his
Know its big business,
I be on them businesses
You all be actin immature so now
I roll with bigger kids
Ridin on 28's, my rims clear a lotta cones
Ridin through the city mayne
I hear a lotta clones
Kill a microphone like
I'm Killa
Kyleon Bout to change my rap name, (to what?)
Killa Clinaclone
I promised that the mic gon' need a mic toe tag
Its still clear,
I'm still here and that's despite you're a fag
I left the underground alone and nobody came and took it
Well guess who's back to take it like good lookin
Uh, look in the garage, your cars ain't sick as ours
I done had the doors ajared on plenty cars
I was gettin large while y'all was chillin hard
So the rappers praise the
God, (my lord) like synagogue
Just when they thought it was haters win,
I'ma hurt 'em all
Just when they thought it was traitors win,
I'ma curve the ball
I'm always right but
I act like
I never heard of 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 ****rt come off
Mixtape Messiah 4, its like
I'm (click) ****ing a burner y'all "Get ya burners, get ya burners, here we come again"
You know who the streets waiting to see... me "Get ya burners, get ya burners, here we come again"
Mixtape Messiah part fo', let's go
I try to chase the green face like
The Wizard of
Oz Took the yellow brick road, two acquisitive cars
Don't wanna hear nothing real?
You should be skipping my parts
My swagger get any higher,
I'll be sitting on
Mars I don't post on blogs or chat about what singers gay
I don't switch green names and change up everything
I say I don't let
SoundScan allow a lame the right of way
You could sell ten-million and still be not who
I'ma play
Car pearly, white as teeth,
I guess that you could say
I'm flossin
See me and think of green, like
Saint Patrick's
Day or Boston
I lead and they follow, these rappers guilty of stalkin
The underground was dead but
I'm about to leave the coffin
You in the presence of the finest
My rims twenty-somethin, age twenty-somethin
Try to count the millions
I done made... twenty-somethin?
No homo I go hard!
Its goin down, get ready for the show
I go hard!
Mixtape God stepping through the do'
I go hard!
Ain't another rapper f-in' with the flow
I go hard!
Y'all need to stop actin like you slow
I go... Y'all need to stop actin like you slow
I go hard!
Y'all need to stop actin like you slow
I go hard!
Y'all need to stop actin like you slow
I go hard! "Y'all need to stop actin like you slow"
I go hard!
Ay, I'll go at anyone of you dudes that used to hang with the click
Who runnin round makin the threats about how gangster you get
You put your neck on the line, the
YOU takin a slip
Do like a chick that won't let me hit and try to stay off my ****
Or I'ma prove that you don't want it with
Mufasa, you got the
Warnin it's about to get ugly as
Chewbacca
Bout to make me hot as stew pasta, too salsa
Holla in Espanol, cucaracha, tu caca
You see me sittin in it, you can bet that it ain't rented
See the fo'-five infinite
Caucasian white tinted
Eyes lookin squinted, they can't tell me that it didn't
Pop eyes, like the ball, white got it like spinach
Chamillitary
Mayne, we in the house like tenants
Oh dog, I'm a menace, oh
Lord, I'm a dentist
Y'all sound like gimmicks, y'all sound quite finished
And all y'all 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 pot of a lotta 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 your polo
Haters try to tell me they don't heart my logo
Others love it so they hug it with their heart, no homo
You a bozo and
I am no clown,
I am the town
When I step into public, you know it's goin down
When I step back in the city you already know, it's goin down
That I be overseas gettin them
G's fall out please, you know it's goin down
Lil Wayne's song describe my smallest bank account silly
A millie millie, a millie, a millie millie millie
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
BCD me Clowns in the
H tryna act like they wanna see me
I'm poppin up like a genie, they disappear like
Houdini You busters must have snorted that
Whitney, I am sick
G Peeew, hot, heat seeking missiles be tryna sick me
Wish he, would try to throw it my way and piss me
Off, here's a thought,
I make your history a mystery [Sound of Twilight Zone theme] ...
Twilight zone
I'm worth two thousand more than me with my ice on
I'm a butcher with a weapon baby,
I knife songs
Mo' murder murder, mo' murder, 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, any time
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 never the one to bring no sand to the beach
I put the moula in my hand and bring grands to the street, yah
Pullin up in the newest ish, you ain't never knew exist
Baby get inside, darling you can smell the newishness
You can see the platinum, see the clearness and the bluishness
Lookin at my jewellery tryna figure out who my jeweller is
Underground money never disappears
When your mixtape, flow and skill is sick as his
Know its big business,
I be on them businesses
You all be actin immature so now
I roll with bigger kids
Ridin on 28's, my rims clear a lotta cones
Ridin through the city mayne
I hear a lotta clones
Kill a microphone like
I'm Killa
Kyleon Bout to change my rap name, (to what?)
Killa Clinaclone
I promised that the mic gon' need a mic toe tag
Its still clear,
I'm still here and that's despite you're a fag
I left the underground alone and nobody came and took it
Well guess who's back to take it like good lookin
Uh, look in the garage, your cars ain't sick as ours
I done had the doors ajared on plenty cars
I was gettin large while y'all was chillin hard
So the rappers praise the
God, (my lord) like synagogue
Just when they thought it was haters win,
I'ma hurt 'em all
Just when they thought it was traitors win,
I'ma curve the ball
I'm always right but
I act like
I never heard of 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 ****rt come off
Mixtape Messiah 4, its like
I'm (click) ****ing a burner y'all "Get ya burners, get ya burners, here we come again"
You know who the streets waiting to see... me "Get ya burners, get ya burners, here we come again"
Mixtape Messiah part fo', let's go
I try to chase the green face like
The Wizard of
Oz Took the yellow brick road, two acquisitive cars
Don't wanna hear nothing real?
You should be skipping my parts
My swagger get any higher,
I'll be sitting on
Mars I don't post on blogs or chat about what singers gay
I don't switch green names and change up everything
I say I don't let
SoundScan allow a lame the right of way
You could sell ten-million and still be not who
I'ma play
Car pearly, white as teeth,
I guess that you could say
I'm flossin
See me and think of green, like
Saint Patrick's
Day or Boston
I lead and they follow, these rappers guilty of stalkin
The underground was dead but
I'm about to leave the coffin
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