What the heck is dis songs name yo!

Thread: What the heck is dis songs name yo!

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  1. Chamillionaire Fan said:

    Cool What the heck is dis songs name yo!

    I been tryin to figure the name of this one out for days. I know its by Chamillionare [course i would, i like the sound a his music] but the title i cant figure out. I even memorized everything bout it. Here i'll write it. Its a little tight but its got a lot a cussin'. Its gonna be hard to clean it out completly. Its a hard job. Lol. But Im !!!SORRY!!! if i missed someting!

    [Intro]
    Gun cocking, shots fired.

    [King Koopa]
    The sound of revenge, haha.
    Woo, tell em what it is mayne (tell em what it is).

    [Pastor Troy]
    Welcome to the New World Order.
    Atlanta, Georgia.

    [King Koopa]
    Houston, Texas, he already know.

    [Pastor Troy]
    The south is takin over.

    [Chorus x2 - King Koopa]
    Just look over your shoulder (shoulder)
    Let me see who just showed up (showed up)
    It's the southern takeover (its over)
    You betta tell em I got drinks that stand on top try and stop (pop pop pop)

    [Killer Mike]
    It's the mister fo fifth told em
    Cookin coke with baking soda
    Dub roller, pro smoker
    Wood gripper, pistol whipper.
    Muck a ni**a if he figure
    F**kin with my figures.
    Makes him richer, he should know.
    Instead, it'll make him better than a slimy f**kin with my money.
    Get yo money stacked right outta sunday school
    On a bright and sunny sunday.
    This ain't funny.
    I ain't jokin bout my coke and package come up shorter.
    Might kidnap yo wife and daughter.
    Bury them down deep in Georgia.
    No D.A.s a f**kin lawyer prosecutin witnesses.
    We excutin, start the shootin, start the lukin,
    Start the violence, start a riot.
    Get this motherf**ker crunker, crunk as you can get it.
    Pass that -, I'm a hit it.
    Outta line, we gon spit it,
    spit it vivid, cause i live it.
    You don't walk it, you just talk it.
    Pistol totin, and a loadin.
    That's how smokin got this dope
    And i aint hopin, steady slangin
    Right on yo trappa block.
    Try your track, set up shop.
    Try and stop (pop pop pop).

    [Chorus]

    [King Koopa]
    Hey hey, this ain't about an image.
    This ain't about a gimmick.
    P**sys stand to the side.
    Now the game got a menace.
    I d*mn seen a city that I think is not the realest.
    We bummin on his a**.
    He ain't finishin his sentence.
    I only got a minute.
    I feelin about a digit.
    You lookin at a ni**a like I ain't about to get it.
    I'm lookin at the money like I ain't about to finish.
    You need to mind your business.
    If you ain't about your business.
    I'm a H-town soldier.
    I'm a come with the trunk up yeah I'm a gon remind ya.
    If you ain't gettin it you shoulda told ya father.
    Ni**a chamillionaire never show no problems.
    You don't want no problem (problem).
    Get em g'ed shoulda let the fo fo remind em.
    Ya you tip on the ride em.
    I be ridin fo fos on the door beside em.
    6' 6" tall lookin like he a center.
    10 tatoos lookin like he a killa.
    Skinny a** ni**as don't fight with a ni**a.
    Pull out a billfold, put a price on a ni**a.
    I have this camp fo put a knife in a ni**a.
    From the car to his pocket then right in your liver.
    Was a big boy that put a slice in the middle.
    Ya head fast think you hold a mike with the killa.
    Don't mess with the south homie, thats a dream,
    Hallucinate or imagining so.
    Double XL with the gats I mean,
    Keep somethin ready to blow in the magazine.
    And you know that southern cash is mean.
    Franklins frown for me when I stash my cream.
    Pull up in candy paint that match my green.
    Killer, Pastor, and Koopa are the master machine.

    [Chorus]

    [Pastor Troy]
    Y'all know me, it's PT.
    Well I hunt and all of that,
    Black on black, with black tip.
    I can't help but represent.
    I'm not content, I want more.
    Who the f**k you take me for?
    Studio rappers not the fortay.
    I drop my top and bust my AK.
    No mo play, ni**a NGA.
    Yeah, that's a classic.
    Ridin in the classic.
    Tote a mill, and I blast em.
    Send em to the casket.
    Send em to the morgue.
    Slap me a ni**a cause i'm motherf**kin bored.
    Chamillionaire, I camoflouge in my surrounding.
    Get my desert E's and get to motherf**kin poundin.
    Up and down the streets,
    Throwin heat, out the driver's seat,
    Ridin to the beat,
    Tell them ni**a just lay weak.

    [Chorus x2]

    Like I said, theers a lot a cussin. But what is it called??? Sorry if i missed some words on it yo. And dont think im usin racial language man its da song lyrics!
    Last edited by Chamillionaire Fan; 07-08-2006 at 05:22 AM.
     
  2. random123 said:

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    Chamillionaire - Southern Takeover
     
  3. Chamillionaire Fan said:

    Red face

    Quote Originally Posted by random123
    Chamillionaire - Southern Takeover
    Oh! Duh!!!! God Im so dang stupid sometimes.... You didnt have to say by chamillionaire, I know my chamillionaire rythem.