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Chamillionaire Lyrics
Where Da Party At Lyrics
[Chorus] Hey we some ballas that got candy paint and screens twankies
all of that automatic start when I start tha Lac I'mma open up my trunk
and let tha lights glow I'm sittin low I'm gettin doe If u got a
problem with that let me know (or Paul Wall tha chick magnet slip in through tha
back door)
[Chamillionaire] draws come down when king Koopa tha boss
come round call lost and found cause when your girl was lost u found her
taken off her gown for far from town stop whisperin talk up when u talkin
down approach me nice if not don't approach me twice cause I will choke
tha life out your vocal pipes especially if tha works u speakin at spoken
right my ice's crushed so don't touch tha broken ice Koopa got all this
publishin often covered in ice broads be lovin him his car be hoverin
broads be buggin him but that boy be thuggenin be in more damn dirt than
a car for shovellin that boy been smugglin rims out of tha state out of
tha country that got him riding chrome in Qqwait and don't get me started on
Summolia I'm out ballin ya I can make u turn your head without callin ya
twanks crawlin uh let it be known I'm thrown I'm throwed tha Swisha
House home thrown I own on tha phone freaky moan at tha sound of tha tone
I come alone after I five her a then she gone in this game I'm here
forever u can't get rid of me 2 percent hate tha other 98 feelin me
Chamillionaire's voice screwed all of these boys feelin me cups leanin
like tha tower of Pizza in Italy
[Chorus]
[Paul Wall] I'mma
walkin blind spot because I'm hard to spot candy blueberry on tha drop
leavin stains and spots people ask like N'sync was tha deal with this pop
my trunk pop like like firecrackers pop pop pop ohhhh.... melesta your
breasta more ice than tha frozen food section at Fiesta tha Chick Magnet
I got more mack than a big Mac I'm paid in full like Madd Hatta and Big Kat
I got more mac N cheese than macicroni and cheese you're comin home with
me tonight girl give our homie tha keys u got a man and, that aint really
important he's a jerk sweep tha dity flirt with tha skirt sargent I run
so much game Nike wants an endoursement my trunk got more lights than a low
fat asortment beg your pardon Ozarka water wash tha ride candy paint
lookin so clean look like I washed it with tide ehhhh Sir Daily drinkin
congiac Janet Jackson mad cause I never called her back I'm babilous
Paul Wall and I'm throwed as a javilin Chamillion sing tha hook babbilous
boys babbilin
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