Not A Criminal Lyrics - Chamillionaire

[Chamillionaire] 

Uh! Looks like another win for me 

It's an ultimate victory, Chamillitary mayne! 

[Break: Chamillionaire w/ Kelis doubling Cham's vocals after second line] 

Everybody get low, it's a stick-up, everybody get low (Everybody get Lower!) 

Everybody get low, it's a stick-up, everybody get low (Everybody get Lower!) 

Everybody get low, it's a stick-up, everybody get low (Everybody Get.. low!) 

Everybody get low, it's a stick-up, everybody get low (Chamilltary!) 

[Chorus One: Chamillionaire & Kelis] 

Everywhere that I go-ooo-oooh 

[Everywhere I go, they look at me like a criminal) 

But I'ma C.E.O.-ooo-oooh 

[I'ma C.E.O., I'ma suffer for a D.E.O.) 

I'm not a criminal! 

[Chamillionaire] 

Let 'em stay loco while I'm 'bout to hit Japan 

That G4 get me out when I get in a jam 

You gotta go international to get with Cham' 

Roamin' on ya phone? (oh!) I betcha switch ya minute plan 

Let these other rappers beef, while they arguin' 

We be runnin' in with the bags to get all the grams (grams) 

Take it outcha hands (hands), take it outcha hands (oh!) 

Money talks, only language that I understand 

I heard that Puff and Jay was worth over three hundred mill' (yeah) 

That mean this year I gotta put it in three hundred gear (yeah) 

You on a treadmill homey, you just runnin' still 

You sense the rap but all the other rappers love the field 

I got the plaque but now I'm back for the reload 

We know, I'ma still stick to the street code 

Tell me what the industry is lookin' at me for? 

'Cause he sold platinum and they didn't think it would be gold 

Now they tryna tell me that there will never be more 

But these flows are sure to be a (oh!) to your ego 

Yeah I'm from the South, they try to tell me that we slow 

But it's ironic how ya tryna keep up with me though 

[Chorus Two: Chamillionaire & Kelis] 

Everywhere that I go-ooo-oooh 

[Everywhere I go, they look at me like a criminal) 

But I'ma C.E.O.-ooo-oooh 

[I'ma C.E.O., I'ma suffer for a D.E.O.) 

I already got do-ooo-oooh--ough 

[I already got dough, but I think it's time for me to get more) 

I'ma C.E.O.-ooo-oooh 

[I'ma C.E.O., I'ma suffer for a D.E.O.) 

I'm not a criminal! 

[Chamillionaire} 

Call up Universal, tell 'em open up the vault 

And tell 'em that I just had another million dollar thought! 

Hours do not sell, they tell me we ain't in a drought 

I bet I run in these labels for the (dough!) and break 'em off 

I'ma boss, ye-yeah my money is unlimited (oh!) 

Sorta like my Motorola minutes is 

Idiots, Koopa 'bout to tell you what the bidness is 

Rappin' this, rapper major label owner gettin' rich 

Wha'chu mean the label didn't promote? 

I put a million on a million and do it 'til I go broke! 

Might have to run for president so gimme ya vote! 

'Cause Bin Laden wouldn't be the only one in the scope! {*gun shot*} 

Get a rope! And duck tape, there's 'bout to be a crime 

Simplify ya songs, I ain't simplifyin' mine 

The industry done got in the streets, that's why rap is dyin' 

Don't get it confused, I'ma still show you how to grind 

They tell me if I write a lullaby for the females (no!) 

The D sales is sure to skyrocket the retail 

Hope you gotta back up plan, if you CD fails 

I drown 'em like seashells, 'til they hit these shelves 

[Chorus Two] 

[Chamillionaire] 

Oh! Everybody get low, this a stick-up, everybody get low (Everybody Get low!) 

Everybody get low, this a stick-up, everybody get low (Everybody Get.. low!) {*gun shot*} 

Ultimate Victory, I'm back for the reload 

But we know, I'ma still stick to the street code (Everybody get low!) 

You see somethin' pretty in the middle of the road 

Bouncin' off rims like a brick at a free throw (Everybody get low!) 

I told 'em tomorrow I'ma be on BET 

Look at all the free clothing that they came and gave to me (Everybody get oh!) 

I told 'em tomorrow I'ma be on MTV 

Look at all the jewelry, my jeweler gave to me for free (Chamillitary mayne!) 

I'm winnin' so keep the hatin' to a minimal 

Y'all need to all give applause to the general (oh!) 

I'm hearin' how y'all talk in ya interviews 

Y'all really all just be talk like interludes 

Poppin' at the mouth (oh!), while I'm poppin' tags 

Fifty thousand in my pocket, pants gotta sag 

Magazine crtics always talkin' like they bad 

Never in the streets tryna hide behind a pen and pad 

But it's okay! I know why you gettin' mad 

'Cause you know I got a lotta whatever you never had 

Gotta better pad (oh!), gotta better slab 

We gon' keep it movin', try ya best to get a cab 

Remember you was jammin' Master P 

Now that Houston super hot, you tryna ask for me 

They be askin' for a verse, they don't even ask the fee 

Tellin' me how many bars to spit, like that's for free 

ANNNHHH! Try again, sorry, better luck next time 

Unless I'm sleep, the only time it's not, let's grind! 

Y'all need to stop like the words on the red sign 

Unless I'm pointing somethin', tellin' ya, "Get down!" {*screwed*} 

[Outro: Chamillionaire] 

Oh! Everybody get low, this a stick-up, everybody get low 

Everybody get low, this a stick-up, everybody get low 

Not a criminal!