Chamillionaire Switch Styles Lyrics:
(*talking*) 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

[Chamillionaire]
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 (*mumbling*), 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 Cuz of It on the Adams Family
Sixty inch T.V. screen, I could view from the side
angle In my crib you'll get lost, it's like the
Bermuda Tiangle 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
c.d. 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
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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 T.V. 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 Cripping,
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

(*talking*) Ha-ha (ha-ha), that was a good one
That was a good one, ha-ha

[Chamillionaire]
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 so-o-o-o-o-wed

Mix Tape, Mi-Mix Tape, Mi-Mix Tape Messiah - 3x

Hey I'm fins to do my thaaaang, hey I'm repping
Color Chaaaange Hey we fins to do our thaaaang,
hey I'm repping Color Chaaaange

(*talking*) 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-aaah hold up Oh
shit (*gun shot*)
Lyrics: Switch Styles, Chamillionaire [end]