Land Of The Slowed Lyrics - Mixtape Messiah, Vol. 5 - Chamillionaire

[Intro: Chamillionaire] 

They try'na say something bout'cha boy singing, but they ain't never goin understand 

We been parking lot pimpin since 98', knahtalkinbout? 

I call it Texas talk 

That Big Moe 

That Trae, that Z-Ro 

That Charlie 

[Hook: Charlie Boy] 

This is the Land of The Slowed down chop-chop-chop 

Hit the button on the drop then recline (chop-chop) 

From domestic to a form see the rims don't stop 

? In the screens glow when the trunk pop 

From Bentley's to Escalades the corners keep bending 

And them haters still hating 

While the dimes keep grinning 

From 6-4's to Benzo's rims keep spinning 

And I'm riding on 4's them 84's extending 

Elbows be poking as we gripping on grain 

The sun beaming on the paint but the frame ain't tamed 

The color chameleon unlike any other 

Bang making my game platform 

Click clan and studder 

This is the state knowing for them great taste 

Slanging in the deck, swanging lanes, sipping gray taste 

That's the purple and we turning circles 

If you wanna hate 

You'll get rolled over and bounce, like I do my scrape plate 

Sitting high on 24's, and my cuttly's to a rose 

See nothing but gray smoke, when I open up my dows 

No need to say mo, real G's get chose 

When the top drop and the trunk pop, you goin see the gray blows 

Mayne 

[x2:] 

This is the Land of The Slowed down chop-chop-chop 

Hit the button on the drop then recline (chop-chop) 

From domestic to a form see the rims don't stop 

? In the screens glow when the trunk pop 

[Chamillionaire:] 

Southern playas get the doe, ain't trippin bout what the haters say 

Hate started that my birth, my B-day is a hater day 

Way before Mike Jones and Magno, I was grindin day-to-day 

G-fo, in the air, like a F-ing fadeaway 

Starts down to the floor, walk out lift my dow 

Up into the sky, and the bet you goin reply with "WOOH" 

I be jammin music that be choppin and be sign it slow 

Every minute on the clock is money so I gotta go 

Minutes addin up so you can say that I'm the Minute Man 

Pulling up in my truck and all the slush like, that's him again 

Season side the dooly classify as amfibian 

Think that you can handle what I got, t hen come get in then 

[Singing:] 

I'm ridin good grippin grain 

Doing my thang 

Back to back cars dancing like it's Soul Train 

Everybody on Swangs (swangs) 

Lift up on swangs 

Still bangin screw I let Charlie Boy sang 

(Get em mayne) 

[x2:] 

This is the Land of The Slowed down chop-chop-chop 

Hit the button on the drop then recline (chop-chop) 

From domestic to a form see the rims don't stop 

? In the screens glow when the trunk pop 

[Tum Tum:] 

Yeah 

Gripping on the grain (grain) 

Candy stay in the lane (grain) 

The memory of Fat Pat (Pat) 

I swear I love it mayne 

Watch how I get it (yeah) 

Them flames I spit it (uh-huh) 

When tray's get broke we say Tum-ty did it (check it) 

I got a 80 delta in my yard 

Candy blue white rag top the bitch hard 

Same color spokes, ballin with my folks 

The fifty slab candy coke, we ain't no mothafuckin joke 

Caprices and ground sticks (uh-huh) 

Deltas and rolmels (what else) 

Trunks and leek baskets (uh-huh) some roofs are flow masters (yeah) 

Dirty South riders and them the boys from thirty third 

From the streets to the birds, I know all you niggas heard 

I show ya how to rang (grab a pen) 

I teach ya how to stunt (yeah) 

Get up all them forth and twenty's, 

I run that bitch, fuck a punk (woo) 

Seens slugs inside the grill (grill) 

I ball like Oseal (seal) 

Some drank and some kill 

And steals the round skill 

[x2:] 

This is the Land of The Slowed down chop-chop-chop 

Hit the button on the drop then recline (chop-chop) 

From domestic to a form see the rims don't stop 

? In the screens glow when the trunk pop 

Chamillitary Mayne [x2]