Switch Styles Lyrics - Chamillionaire

As we get on the proceedings this evening 

Ha-ha, it's Koopa nigga, it's Koopa nigga 

Ay man switch styles man, stay switching styles 

You know I'm tal'n 'bout, switch everything nigga 

Paint switching, no teams 

We ain't switching teams baby, ha already 

It's Color Changin' Click, hey Mix Tape Messiah 

Let's go, let's go, let's go yeah 

I was at Strokers in ATL, and they was showing Cham and sluts 

My nigga Killa's Klan with us, and did some sh, I can't discuss 

They was bad they was yellow, they was saying can you handle us 

Pull the door knob on the ceiling, 'cause I'm about to handle up 

Showing up at the hotel, now is this chick a fan or what 

If she sipping that's a plus, but not that Crys' 'cause that's for us 

Come to the hotel wondering if you stripping, that's a must 

Make a meal out of my nuts, and open up a can of suck 

Controversy sells, I swear I spit a rhyme that'll shock 

I wreck so I get respect in the digital underground, like I'm Pac 

Labels scheme and they plot, they telling me sign on the dot 

I cracked a platinum smile and he knew, that was a sign I would not 

No warrants when the laws pull up behind, I'ma stop 

Princes cuts the size of a window, I'ma wind down my watch 

Pussy passenger still mad, 'cause I'm rewinding on chops 

Tossed his work inside my lap, and said that I got the rocks 

Screens fall like rain, while my trunk shaking like thunder 

[Incomprehensible], my verse sound like a mumble 

Onlookers wonder, if I'm level headed or humble 

Till I get to speaking bout drama, then I end a sentence with uh-uh 

Back that I'm Israel, I'm Istanbul I'm thinking Pakistani 

Foreign cars no I'm dressing up, 'cause the only gator comes after Navi 

Students getting out of barber school, graduating they getting happy 

All my hoes got longer hair, than 'cause of it on the Adams Family 

Sixty inch TV screen, I could view from the side angle 

In my crib you'll get lost, it's like the Bermuda Triangle 

Said I'd knew you'd be a king, so Hakim is what I named you 

I told my mama thanks, now the king is what I claim fool 

When it comes to this rap game nigga, passionate for it brah 

Your CD packages showing up, laughing after it's blowing up 

Think I'm playing by my pistol, until I'm smacking it over ya 

Shooting spiders off my rims, like I got arach-a-naphobia 

St. Lunatics say it's tipped, for me that pimp is the drill 

While she tasting my testicles, see the tip of my steel 

Know you getting that scrill, pulling up on whips with the grill 

And if that slab only got fo' you know, it's missing a wheel 

'Cause I'm a Texas tycoon, flat TV screens in my room 

So many flakes in my paint, say I need Vidal Sassoon 

Fish in the fish tank gon' sip drank, yeah they'll be leaning by noon 

And the two Brazilian beauties, come in to clean my lagoon 

Won't see no damn silver spoon, inside my mouth just my kitchen 

I'm popped up with the trunk up wreck, in other words we tipping 

Looked in my garage, noticed a couple cars is missing 

Let me see one two three, my bad I'm tripping 

Kinda look like I'm crippling, when my paint change to blue 

By the way my paint change to red, you would swear I'm claiming that too 

Yeah, they be banging that Whoo Kid, and be banging that Clue 

But down in Texas the changer, ain't never changing from Screw 

Seen the slugs that you spittin' at me 

I mean the slugs that you missin' at me 

Seen you and you ain't getting at me 

Man the game is really getting crappy 

ATL with Killa Kill, Status Quo and that Lil' Scrappy 

I don't wear no throwbacks, 'cause the trend is really getting tacky 

Commercial won't hurt you, 'cause that's gon' get you mo' cash 

But spend that cash on security, 'cause we gon' whip your ass 

Music slower than a running turtle, tell you what they sip in my circle 

Samuel Jackson, Whoopie Goldberg, Oprah Winfrey the color purple 

Ha-ha, that was a good one 

That was a good one, ha-ha 

I told you you don't want problems, you didn't believe it 

Go get a bodyguard, 'cause you're gonna need it 

We're gonna bomb you, worse than Osama 

Get it in your head, nigga I tried to warn ya 

All these boys acting like, they be getting do' 

But you can't hide the truth, a real baller gon' know 

All these boys acting like, they ain't really hoes 

But you can't hide the truth, a real nigga gon' know 

All these boys acting like, they can call a stone 

Let's break these boys off, and let 'em know we got it sowed 

Mix Tape, Mi-Mix Tape, Mi-Mix Tape Messiah 

Mix Tape, Mi-Mix Tape, Mi-Mix Tape Messiah 

Mix Tape, Mi-Mix Tape, Mi-Mix Tape Messiah 

Hey I'm fins to do my thang, hey I'm repping Color Change 

Hey we fins to do our thang, hey I'm repping Color Change 

We gon' slap box, soon as we done 

That shit was no test, let's see who gets the most hits to the head 

I'ma slap the shit out you watch, wish a nigga would 

Let the motherfucker touch me, I'm gon' smack the shit out of him 

I ain't no fucking punk, nigga you better get that, aah hold up 

Oh shit