Chamillionaire - Hate It Or Love It Houston lyrics

rate me

(*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Your realness been revoked, it's time to take off the mask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 dot, 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*)