The Truth Lyrics - Chamillionaire

You hear a lot of music but it's boring 

You hear a lot of flows but don't enjoy 'em 

You hear a lot of albums and you snoring 

But the truth is back, now they say where you been 

'Cause we ain't really seen you out performing 

You back up in the streets, you're hot, you're boiling 

Chamillitary click is the click they wanting 

You know that OG Ron C gon' screw it for them 

A lot of DJ's didn't wanna mess with the kid 

But like dancers that love to strip, they back up on my dick 

And of course, maybe it's because of the fact that I'm rich 

And the diamonds up on my wrist look like a package of piss 

Looked like they pissed in a ice cube tray 

Put it in the freezer so by the next day 

They could put it on my wrist so that I could display 

Yellow ice looks like butter but it isn't parquet 

Hey, well, let me tell you how I did it then 

Stepped up the mix tapes and put 'em in every city man 

Send 'em Greyhound, in every other city and 

Wallet the size of Guerilla Black's or Biggie's hand, baby, baby 

And I got plenty mo' to do, dog that's true, y'all 

Chamillitary is the click, if that's what you thought 

Yellow, green, red white blue and my new jaw 

Check out the paint, same colors cover my new car 

When it come to getting fed, I'm the baker with the bread 

Know exactly what they said, voices ain't just in my head 

Get back up in the streets so the rumors can be dead 

'Cause I'm the rapper that they dread, like Lil' Wayne's head 

Bumba claat watch, now watch me, I'm the one to watch 

One with a lot of colored cubes and a bunch of blocks 

And the watch and them girls that be coming out 

The closet with a friend, meet her I just wanna watch 

Chamillion-ator's on the way that's who saving the day 

After the math I bust a rhyme, rapping after you pay 

Niggaz say they songs jamming, yeah that's just what they say 

Like Part 2 of that Kelly song, they end up being gay 

But it ain't Weezy, it ain't even B.G 

Because how much I push the cash money, they don't believe me 

Turn on the DVD and the CD 

Don't watch me, homeboy, watch TV 

Head rest, 7.5 Clarion 

You ain't trying to see me shine, you could carry on 

Haters hate and that's the reason that I carry one 

Make a home run and run home, like Barry Bonds 

Yeah, I got 'em shook in a towel 

Ron Artest of rap, look at me now 

Single handedly, handle the suckers up in the crowd 

Fist to your lip you'll get whipped, while they kicking me out 

Ouch 'cause that looked like it hurt 

And the worst part about it, is it looks like the dirt 

Getting acquainted with your shirt become one with the turf 

As I watch you fall down and tell you just what you worth 

You no good, dirty rotten scoundrel 

I pull these hoes, like promoters out of town do 

I get mail, like workers in the color brown do 

Chamillion you're the best, can't nobody out sound you 

Chad Hugo to Pharrell, I'm the star on the track 

Look at my diamonds and see how many broads they attract 

And it's true in the studio, they on my balls and my sack 

Say it's a hit, before Chamillionaire even start on a track 

I pull up in slow motion, like my car on a flat 

Trunk going up, like directions that you saw on a map 

I wear the multi-colors now but that's part of the fact 

That I stay throwing up the rocks, like the Carter was back 

It's the Roc, psyche nigga it's not 

But it's prolly a rock sized bullet, up in it's pop 

Sorry mayn, I forgot, to put the heater on lock 

But didn't forget the underground, lock it up for my spot 

I'm back and I'm too hot 

You hear a lot of music but it's boring 

You hear a lot of flows but don't enjoy 'em 

You hear a lot of albums and you snoring 

But the truth is back, now they say where you been 

'Cause we ain't really seen you out performing 

You back up in the streets, you hot, you're boiling 

Chamillitary click is the click they wanting 

You know that OG Ron C gon' screw it for them