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Correct Hate It Or Love It Houston Lyrics
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Chamillionaire
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Correct Hate It Or Love It Houston
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(*talking*) Ha-ha whooo, Southern Smoke You're in the presence of the finest I ain't gotta say it, you know who this is Dj Smallz (Chamillitary mayn) They pointing at me Smallz, man on fire I'm not that bad right Smallz, ha-ha let's go [Chamillionaire] They could tell I was built to last, by the way I handled my past Man it's gotta be hard, you giving haters a pass I know, I should put a foot up your ass Your realness been revoked, it's time to take off the mask Yeah, cause I'ma show you how to do the game Y'all ain't making no sense, like Pootie Tang You doing what, well gon ahead and do your thang After that comes the bang, like Coota mayn Cooler than the cooler man, cause I'm not scary Real recognize real, nigga I'm very I ain't gotta chase shows, ain't necessary Still wanna pay, to get me booked like a library Dreams of being rich, turned to reality Mo' money mo' problems, I'm rich and that's nigga's mad at me If I was still broke, niggaz would see a badder me Destiny is what it is, and what it had to be Sipping Hennessey, with nothing to chase And I fold him, like the stacks of money up in my safe Use to say that I was rude, putting boys in they place Back when Note and Flip, was putting diamonds up in they face I was telling boys, F' you pay me The whisper in my ear, was saying the same baby Ok (ok), you crazy For thinking I'ma sit here, and let you degrade me In this story, I was looking like the bad guy Everybody pointing fingers at me, when I pass by So I must be the bad one, and that's why I throw up the middle, when I use to tell they ass hi But no, no Mr. Rogers here You gotta love the way I rep, but you ain't gotta cheer I'm in a Swiss hotel, is there a problem here Compliment your Cris', you can sip because we're out of beer Yeah, never cared for the Michelob Put the bigger karat in my ear, couldn't fit my lobe Tell my chick to come here, then I flip the strobe Light cause tonight, is the night where you forget your clothes After that, it's right back to going after cash Then it's back to going hard, on the bastard ass Murk him lyrically, or I can give that ass a pass You're in the scope, like the staff down with Aftermath [Hook:] Hate it or love it, "Sound of Revenge" gon drop And I bet every dollar, I will silence that talk Houston's mvp, the ruler of the game is me Chamillitary nigga, we will see (*talking*) Hol' up back at it again, it's your host for this evening Chamillitary nigga, and we letting y'all know right now This is the only tape, you should be playing In your speakers right now, Southern Smo- (*coughing*)
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