Chamillionaire ft. Famous - Show Me What Ya Got Lyrics

Ch ch cheah
Your tuned into your boy the Chamillionator
Cause I stay killing em
Know what I'm talking bout
Mixtape Messiah Part 2
Let's go

This is why I'm hot little mama (Woo)
This is why I'm hot little lady (Chamillitary mayne)
This is why I'm hot shorty (This is why I'm hot)
This is why I'm hot baby (Tell em why)
Cause I'm the king of mixtapes
Mi mi mixtapes
I'm the king of mixtapes
Mi mi mixtapes (Yeah woo)

Looking right at the grim reaper
Like I don't need the support of ya
The kid standing in the booth is the coroner
I hear the track and I murder it with the 40 of
Caliber that's when they all asking you what you recording for
I can't stand that these boys soundin horrible
The rap game full of clowns like a carnival (Woo)
Your calling me I'm somewhere over the water bro
Floating on a boat like a logo on a Nautica (Woo)
We like to blaze the fire of what you wanted yeah
She Just Blaze like the producer I got under the
Acapella got em baggin good down in Florida
Go on put somethin in the air like LaGuardia (Yeah)
Smoke one for the decease and peace is how their sleep
Beef is gonna be but with me your just dead meat (Yeah)
Trust me it's bad for ya (Yeah) kinda like red meat (meat)
Playing with me homie I promise you'll get beat (Beat)
I'm on my grind the album out next week (Week)
They gonna be silent like me when the Feds speak
Gotta punish em dozen I got a ton of em
Loving in not in love with em really not here to cuddle hun
But I'll come I'm just back and they say I'm troublesome
But I'm way more than some trouble I'm double son
If his name's Terminator I'm other one
He got one just assume who got the other gun
Bring it to life resurrecting the dead
Not buying stop crying make a record instead
I swear that y'all rappers really hurting my head
But my paper don't stop and you ain't hurtin my bread
I ain't worried about a snitch ever alertin the Feds
Take it to the old school go and learn it like Red (Haha)
Take it to the Pro Tools if you heard somethin I said
That you think you can do better but prepare to be bled
The grinders on the east be respecting the C
They be like what up kid like the name was Capri
You know the saying the sayin is you get what you see
They see that I'm paid but they can't use they vision on me (Haha)
So bein broke is what a hater is accustomed to be
Boys reachin like the pager that's stuck under the seat
Yeah but you could miss me with that thirty versus another coast
At dinner with Nas and Kelis like here's another toast
Cause we hot as the rotisserie on the oven roast (Roast)
Keep it trill and getting paid is what I love the most
I got a new Lincoln that top is getting air time (Time)
So they call it Lincoln Continental Airlines
Chamillitary's the click and isn't fair I'm
Too good they can't see the flow (No) air rhymes
So go on let a player turn up the oxygen
Backing in the paint for the score
Better box me in (For the score box me in woo)
Flawless victory won't settle for a sloppy win
If you took me out you gotta put me in your top again
And I ain't talking bout myspace partner
Talking bout the spot you got as my space partner

Texas in the building
They like show me what ya got (Better show me what ya got)
I'm like hey we cocked a lot (Hey we cocking a lot)
Chamillitary niggaz run the spot (Chamillitary mayne)

Hey hey
Hey hey (Uh huh I'ma do it like a Texas nigga though)
Hey hey (Know what I'm saying)
Hey (Chamillitary)

If you on top watch your spot
And I don't care about the guppies in my district (Uh uh)
Bitch I'm goin for the big fish
And I ain't did shit put a few tapes out
This beat got some room Cham (Huh)
Your boy fitting to space out (Woo)
My flow proven you lose and I raised out (Yeah)
That's real talk I go long like a stakeout (Now)
Who got beef shit I make steaks outta niggaz
Watch the real bring the fake outta nigga (Yeah)
Stomp his ice cream I make shakes outta niggaz
Oh yeah the flow crack spit weight for the figures
Now I'm so impatient can't wait for the figures
So I'm on the highway,
Pushing weight for the figures nigga
I can't wait for them niggaz
Too bad they said you was fitting to blow
So I laughed who gassed
You the fucked up I'm not for the dumb stuff
Them thangs have you leaning like the back of a dump truck (Fall back)
Pump what I'ma grown ass man nigga
I give a fuck if you rap I ain't a fan nigga (I ain't a fan)
I give a fuck if you clap I never ran nigga (Never ran)
So I tell em where I'm at is where I stand nigga

Hey hey (2 1 0)
Hey hey (San Anton Texas in the motherfucking building)
Hey hey (Northwest boy fun yeah fuck)
Hey (Now show me what ya got)

Fam show em what ya got
Yeah we cocked a lot (Haha yeah)
If they ain't run the spot
Famous haha it's too easy man
Run the spot boy (Too easy man)
I'ma tell the world though
Two ten uh nigga
Yeah uh

The tone don't run
I'll tell these boys again y'all tone don't run
I'm so hot I'm so cold call me frozen sun
Up in NY boys like your frozen son (What you tell em man)
And I'm the chosen one
And that's not to mention all the flows I've done
And don't let me get to talkin bout the hoes I've run
Through who you supposed to be
I'm right back on top where I'm supposed to be
Them ho niggaz left me hangin like a poster be
But now I'm back in the mix for 2K6
Put that Jacob to your grill watch your lip little niglet
Haha yeah show me what it is
Famous in this bitch tried to told em I'm the shit (Tried to told em)
I told em about back like a summer ago
210 on my arm show you where I'm comin from
San Anton Texas on the motherfucking map man better believe it