Shut Up Lyrics - Chamillionaire

What, Swishahouse, Sucka Free 

Kiss our ass if you bootlegging 

Hold up Watts, bring that back 

Chamillionaire, let me and Paul Wall 

Get some of that.. 

[Chamillionaire] 

Look, I'm not the type to brag about the size of my dick 

Cause I would rather brag about, the size of my chips 

My dimes and my nick's, and how I ride with your sis 

With a diamond in my ear, about the size of your fist 

Keep your eyes on my wrist, while I shine and I gliss 

Don't sip-sip syrup, I'm buying the Crys' 

I think some of y'all niggaz, just trying to piss 

Me off, cause your girlfriend dying to kiss this 

Baller on the lips, I'm calling it quit's 

Ain't rapping no mo' after this, you wish 

Get your mind correct, Chamillionaire wreck 

The stereo don't even wanna, let the tape out your deck 

Throw up your set, and take notes for my lesson 

Everywhere I go, I hear dumb ass questions 

Do you know Slim Thug, is he really a thug 

Is Ron C a DJ, or does that nigga sell drugs 

Get out my face, before I slap out the taste 

I'm not really in the mood, for catching a case 

Haters get erased, you can ask he's a Leo 

Your woman wanna be my queen, wanna be my Cleo 

Patra I slap a, rapper with a stack of 

Big faces gold platinum, and make em put my plack up 

Don't bring good luck, I bring niggaz damage 

Could make niggaz panic, when I chop it up in Spanish 

No no, problemo it's all to the bueno 

Knock knock Michael Watts, go on pass me a demo 

Keep-keep it real, and the keep the Chamillion on your mind 

Spit fire every line, now you can press rewind 

(*talking*) 

Bring it back one mo' time 

It's Paul Wall..