Letra de Grind time de Chamillionaire
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Letra de GRIND TIME de CHAMILLIONAIRE.
( Chamillionaire )
Talking*)
Ha-ha, live from Houston Texas
Your´s truly, the Mix Tape Messiah
Y´all know what time it is, it´s grind time baby
Chamillitary mayn, the realest
[Hook]
It´s grind time, I need mine
Grind time, I need mine
Grind ti-i-i-i-me, (looking at my watch)
I-I-I-I-I-I, I need mine
[Chamillionaire]
Not hanging around that corner, I´m chasing and trying to fold a
Whole stack I stay on my grind, when it´s hot our or even colder
Yeah you know the color, denying it if they told ya
That I am not just a client mayn, I am the biggest roller
When it come to that paper, that paper be like my partna
My paper ain´t never heard, the fat lady sing at the opera
Sitting low in that dropper, on top of the mono-block
Ya can´t let all the hating stop ya,
what would you be on the block for
Grinding, that´s the reason
yeah that´s the reason you breathing
If that ain´t nowhere around me,
then that´s the reason I´m leaving
Gotta go get my G´s and, show em it ain´t a problem
If you´d just get off your bottom,
then you´ll be saying I got em
Get it like me, maybe live near to see
While the people mad at your habit, beginning to be
Such a nusense but we, are as real as could be
And real recognize real, but you looking different to me
[Hook - 2x]
[Chamillionaire]
King of the Chamillitary camp, cheering for the champ
BVS´s in my necklace, my appearance like a lamp
Lit up in my ear, as they see the king appear
Haters definitely can´t stand it, standing near a chandelier
I´ma keep on shining, like a Southern playa´s spose´
I´ma keep getting respect, just ask about me round the globe
Down here the music Slowed, if it´s tight they call it throwed
Candy paint cover my do´s, and them wheels we call em 4´s
Some on-lookers looking, like they wishing that they had em
Balling if I want it, don´t play with it go and grab em
Get the old school a couple tools, candy paint and slab em
Go and get the old school DJ Screw, and jam it like a anthem
Don´t care bout who you know, cause I´m the illest rapper rapping
If you think someone better, be a good lad and go grab em
For now I just go get it, and sit crooked on my Davin´s
And deal with it how I deal with it, and do it like a champion
[Hook - 2x]
[Chamillionaire]
Friends turn to foes, homies turn to haters
Further down the road, partnas turn to fakers
So I´ma keep it true, but some will turn to perpetrators
Won´t keep it in control, turn to instigators
Real is how we roll, use to try to play us
Patience getting low, switch it to the majors
Freestyle or flow, mean y´all on different pages
Got that bidness man grind, had to make a couple changes
[Hook - 2x]
Ha-ha, live from Houston Texas
Your´s truly, the Mix Tape Messiah
Y´all know what time it is, it´s grind time baby
Chamillitary mayn, the realest
[Hook]
It´s grind time, I need mine
Grind time, I need mine
Grind ti-i-i-i-me, (looking at my watch)
I-I-I-I-I-I, I need mine
[Chamillionaire]
Not hanging around that corner, I´m chasing and trying to fold a
Whole stack I stay on my grind, when it´s hot our or even colder
Yeah you know the color, denying it if they told ya
That I am not just a client mayn, I am the biggest roller
When it come to that paper, that paper be like my partna
My paper ain´t never heard, the fat lady sing at the opera
Sitting low in that dropper, on top of the mono-block
Ya can´t let all the hating stop ya,
what would you be on the block for
Grinding, that´s the reason
yeah that´s the reason you breathing
If that ain´t nowhere around me,
then that´s the reason I´m leaving
Gotta go get my G´s and, show em it ain´t a problem
If you´d just get off your bottom,
then you´ll be saying I got em
Get it like me, maybe live near to see
While the people mad at your habit, beginning to be
Such a nusense but we, are as real as could be
And real recognize real, but you looking different to me
[Hook - 2x]
[Chamillionaire]
King of the Chamillitary camp, cheering for the champ
BVS´s in my necklace, my appearance like a lamp
Lit up in my ear, as they see the king appear
Haters definitely can´t stand it, standing near a chandelier
I´ma keep on shining, like a Southern playa´s spose´
I´ma keep getting respect, just ask about me round the globe
Down here the music Slowed, if it´s tight they call it throwed
Candy paint cover my do´s, and them wheels we call em 4´s
Some on-lookers looking, like they wishing that they had em
Balling if I want it, don´t play with it go and grab em
Get the old school a couple tools, candy paint and slab em
Go and get the old school DJ Screw, and jam it like a anthem
Don´t care bout who you know, cause I´m the illest rapper rapping
If you think someone better, be a good lad and go grab em
For now I just go get it, and sit crooked on my Davin´s
And deal with it how I deal with it, and do it like a champion
[Hook - 2x]
[Chamillionaire]
Friends turn to foes, homies turn to haters
Further down the road, partnas turn to fakers
So I´ma keep it true, but some will turn to perpetrators
Won´t keep it in control, turn to instigators
Real is how we roll, use to try to play us
Patience getting low, switch it to the majors
Freestyle or flow, mean y´all on different pages
Got that bidness man grind, had to make a couple changes
[Hook - 2x]
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