Chamillionaire & Paul Wall feat. Lil' Flip True Lyrics

(*talking*)
Here lizard-lizard-liazrd, uh
It's the almighty King Koopa, Chamillionaire
The color changing lizard, the Mixtape Messiah
Please stand for the ghetto national anthem, let's go

[Hook - 2x]
Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm true-I'm
true
You riding swangs you gripping grain, I do-I do
You candy red you candy blue, you popping trunk you
jamming Screw
Don't know about you, but I'm true-I'm true

[Paul Wall]
Forget what these boys is talking bout, we wipe boys
down
In South Park on MLK, on Sunday we clown
From the streets of Antoine, to the Homestead hoods
From Mo City to Studewood, it's all good
I'm riding on platinum grey, with Z-Ro and Trae
Gon let the top down, it's a beautiful day
Haters jealous on the sidelines, running they mouth
Cause I roll with T.I.P., the king of the South
Boys know I'm Paid In Full, so they clocking my
dollas
Me, Poppy, Joe and Fox all riding Impalas
I'm breaking bread with Mike Jones, and Slim Thug the
Boss
It's Paul Wall, still representing Swishahouse
I'm with my boy Big Kaila, I don't bar no hater
I'm on the grind for paper, I'll holla at ya later
Forget what they talking bout, I'm in love with my
wealth
I ain't gotta say I'm true, cause true speak for
itself baby

[Hook - 2x]

[Chamillionaire]
They say I'm the greatest of all time, and I say who
and they say you
If she's a dime tell her I'm fine, and she'll say
true-true
Turn up the bang if you into, something color changing
the rims do
Sound like a train cause when I stop, they be like
choo-choo-choo
And I'm thugging too homie, the heater kinda like Al
Bundy's hand
Believe me everytime you see me, it's gon be in her
pants
If I do a crime and you snitch, homie the heater will
snitch too
Cause if the police come around, it'll be pointing at
you
Somebody give mouth to mouth to this mic, after it
melt
Cause the only rapper out rapping me is me, after
myself
I hope you internet thugs, that will swear that I
ain't the tightest
Have cyber s__ with Cita, until you catch a virus
Why is he saying this, to p___ boys off
I officially claim myself, the rap King of the South
The say I'm the greatest of all time, and I say who
and they say you
And I say naw, give that t__le to the late great DJ
Screw, rest in peace

[Hook - 2x]

[Lil' Flip]
The definition of a pimp is (me), cause I ain't doing
s___ for (free)
I got my own label now, if you ain't heard it's
(Clover G's)
Now me and Will chasing the scrill, we pulling up on
chrome wheels
n____, your royalty check looking like my phone bill
Quick to capping picture snapping, paparazzi follow
me
Yeah I'm platinum I'll slap him, if he smoke up all my
weed
I love to speed on dubs and Spre's, b____es leave the
club with me
Snitches mean mugging me, don't make me bust my
f___ing heat
We popping trunks and smoking blunts, that
sticky-ickie (ooh-wee)
Last year I did a mill, now I'm bout to do (three)
I bring the heat on every track, it's five G's for
every bar
Just because I'm in a Porsche box, don't mean I like
the spa
That don't mean I like the car, you know I'm down to
break your jaw
Just because I burn rubber, that don't mean I like the
tar
We ghetto stars in every state, like Pimp and Bun we
keep it trill
And if you ain't heard, it's Lil' Flipper and
Chamill'

[Hook]