In The Trunk Lyrics - The Sound Of Revenge - Chamillionaire

This is the sound of revenge 

This is the sound of revenge 

You in the presence of the finest 

Chamillitary mayne, this for the streets 

Let's give 'em somethin' they can bump in the trunk 

At this point you should be turnin' your speakers up 

Turn your speakers up Chamillionaire man 

Let it bump, it's a southern thing 

Ha ha, Chamillitary mayne 

I heard somebody say that the South ain't got no lyricists 

Well, bang, bang at the game like everyone down here is pissed 

You lookin' for the truth then look no further, here it is 

Turn it up a notch so they can not say they not hearin' this 

They say Chamill is sick, click click, here's a clip 

Bang bang at the rap game to make your spirits lift 

And it seems to me the industry is all on Jigga's dick 

Who? You, you, you, and you nigga, pick a click 

Universal sent me to bring some realness to the industry 

Got here then I realized that ain't nobody real but me 

Okay, a couple niggaz but none of 'em real as me 

Tell your favorite rapper he should diss me if he disagree 

I bet I'm actin' like your favorite rapper isn't me 

Tell your second favorite whose the best and show 'em a picture of me 

He'd have to take me out to prove that he's as sick as me 

So me verse me, the only battle that y'all gonna get to see 

I'm plainly sayin' what I'm sayin' to make these haters mad 

Perpetration hatin' ass, see me ridin' candy slab 

Disbelieve his ass, how many vehicles can he have? 

I be losin' count myself and I ain't even that bad at math 

That's how we do it in Texas, poppin' trunk and grippin' wood 

We reply to threats, nigga, I wish you would 

You can keep on talkin' but that's only if you could 

Gotta turn my speakers up, can you hear 'em now? No good 

Ain't runnin' from a thang, 'cause I ain't never been a punk 

Drama ain't a thang, 'cause I can bring it if they want 

I'ma let it bang so they can feel it in the, in the trunk 

You 'bout it wit'cha game, decide your rep and throw it up 

What you tryin' to drank, 'cause I'ma 'bout to get you drunk 

Keep it pimpin' mayne, so they can feel it in the, in the trunk 

This for the street niggaz knowin' they gotta pee in a cup 

Know your peace officer tossin' ya when he see the results 

This for the G's, hate is what you see in the scope 

Gauge gonna get sprayed like it's Raid when you see him approach 

Tell you ahead of time, solo I can handle mine 

You ain't too smart but play the part like you a pantomime 

But you don't have a nine, I'll show you I hammer mine 

Time to make you do the Running Man like it's Hammer Time 

Shout out to the west and all my gangstas pack heat up 

Actin' up and pack enough heat to make you back it up 

The hoes back it up, soon as they hear the back of the trunk 

Now I'ma stock like New York slang what you mean? that's what's up 

Money stack it up when they feel they have enough 

Get the chips and add 'em up, then she givin' that to us 

Don't put all that in cuffs, treat your money like a slut 

Niggaz better share, hell yeah, 'cause I just wanna cut 

A hater gettin' cut, someone gon' get hurt 

Especially if you met me and was disrespect turf 

Houston, Texas I'm the worst, ice looking like sherbet 

Bouncin' off my chest, you're starin' at it like a pervert 

Mixtape God, don't hate me, go to church first 

Might as well since all the rappers wearin' church shirts 

Better think ahead of time, call yourself a nurse 

Diss me in your second and you won't get to finish your third verse 

Ain't runnin' from a thang, 'cause I ain't never been a punk 

Drama ain't a thang, 'cause I can bring it if they want 

I'ma let it bang so they can feel it in the, in the trunk 

You 'bout it wit'cha game, decide your rep and throw it up 

What you tryin' to drank, 'cause I'ma 'bout to get you drunk 

Keep it pimpin' mayne, so they can feel it in the 

You in the presence of the finest 

The game is full of fakes, all these rappin' niggaz front 

Controversy Sells, the industry givin 'em what they want 

See he ain't gangsta as he say, that's why they dress 'em up 

Get a vest, a plastic gun and go pull a publicity stunt 

Hoe act like she slow, don't know that I'm rich 

And ignore the handles missing from the do's of my whip 

But then she saw me on TV and told me pause for a flick 

What you tell her? You can "106 and park on my dick" 

Can't speak about Texas and not mention me 

'Cause the world gon' have to see the truth come out eventually 

I'll rip any gimmick rapper out from A to Z 

934-829 to the 2 if you still disagree 

We never marry a hoe, what I'ma marry you fo' 

I'm too busy tearin' my shows up and gettin' married to dough 

Grave dig a nigga, Whatchu mean? I bury a flow 

Run, go get your city, come back and then I'ma bury your area code 

Ain't runnin' from a thang, 'cause I ain't never been a punk 

Drama ain't a thang, 'cause I can bring it if they want 

I'ma let it bang so they can feel it in the, in the trunk 

You 'bout it wit'cha game, decide your rep and throw it up 

What you tryin' to drank, 'cause I'ma 'bout to get you drunk 

Keep it pimpin' mayne, so they can feel it in the, in the trunk