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Color Changin' Click f/ Chamillionaire - Sittin Back lyrics
(*talking*)
 Ha-ha aah, y'all know what it is
 Now say it with me (tell 'em the name)
 Chamillitary mayn, hold up y'all know what it is
 Chamillitary mayn, yeah (hmmm)
 Mixtape Messiah, told em
 [Hook]
 I'm sitting back in my Impala, wondering why niggaz be hating on me
 And I figure that maybe it's cause, I'm the balling ass nigga that they know they wanna be
 You got a problem with me then just holla, but better think again before you approach me
 Just give me that give me that dolla, the mo' you hate me the mo' it motivates me
 [Chamillionaire]
 Mixtape Messiah 1, don't act like you ain't hear that joint
 I'm like Young Buck with a knife, niggaz gon get my point
 So point the hater out, who say that I ain't about
 Whatever I say I'm bout, and that doubt I'ma fade 'em out
 It's a class 1-0-1, number one less son
 Never turn a one-on-one, to a one-on-guns
 But if it's more than one, and you know that one more come
 Make him shut his mouth like a nun, that don't want no tongue
 Now he's done (uhh), I run from home to home
 To hell with phone sex, I ain't trying to bone the phoneColor Changin' Click f/ Chamillionaire - Sittin Back - http://motolyrics.com/color-changin-click-f-chamillionaire/sittin-back-lyrics.html
 Trying to get inside her X, and Y chromosome
 Turn a empty garage in her home, to a chroming zone
 Yeah parked up in it, I just got a minute
 When I spot the kitten, mayn I'm bout to hit it yeah
 I told 'em I had it locked, they didn't believe me
 Now they yelling (that's right), like Young Jeezy
 Ha-ha, you better say it to a nigga face
 Get up in a nigga place, with a mother's dinner plates
 They ain't eating like we eating, that's why niggaz gotta hate
 Delegate a weapon, that'll leave him with the Nelly face
 (what you mean) Band-Aid on it, (first day pass it)
 Telling you they sending you a medical, (that's it)
 Forget a Throwback, Hardwood Classic
 Lay you on your back on the hardwood, ass kicked
 Looking for Koopa, don't look for me by your lonely
 Cause homie I keep it on me, that's only to keep the phonies
 Laying off in they place not my face, cause niggaz don't want me
 To make the cake, be like the homie that's up at Sony
 Bishop Don with the funds nigga, fix your grind
 I show the green, like his pimping outfits was mine
 And Slim Thugger that's my boy, so I can switch his lines
 Forget cars, tell MTV to pimp your rhymes
[Hook]













