In The Trunk (Album Version|Explicit)
Chamillionaire"In The Trunk (Album Version|Explicit)" is a song by Chamillionaire, released in 2005 in the Pop genre. The song is 4:31 long and contains 92 lines and 1027 words.
0:02This, is, the-the sound of revenge
0:03Is, the-the sound of revenge
0:05You in the presence of the finest
0:08Chamillitary mayne! This for the streets
0:13Let's give 'em somethin they can bump (innnn the trunk)
0:16At this point you should be turnin your speakers up
0:19Turn your speakers up - Chamillionaire man!
0:22Let it bump, it's a southern thing
0:25Ha ha, Chamillitary mayne! (innnn the trunk)
0:28I heard somebody say that the South ain't got no lyricists
0:31Well 'bang bang' at the game like everyone down here is pissed
0:34You lookin for the truth then look no further, here it is
0:36Turn it up a notch so they can not say they not hearin this
0:39They say Chamill is sick, click click, here's a clip
0:42'Bang bang' at the rap game to make your spirits lift
0:45And it seems to me the industry is all on Jigga's dick
0:48Who? You, you, you, and you ni**a - pick a click
0:51Universal sent me to bring some realness to the industry
0:53Got here, then I realized that ain't nobody real but me
0:56Okay, a couple niggaz but none of 'em real as me
0:59Tell your favorite rapper he should diss me if he disagree
1:02I bet I'm actin like your favorite rapper isn't me
1:04Tell your second favorite whose the best and show 'em a picture of me
1:07He'd have to take me out to prove that he's as sick as me
1:10So me verse me, the only battle that y'all gonna get to see
1:13I'm plainly sayin what I'm sayin to make these haters mad
1:16Perpetratin hatin a**, see me ridin candy slab
1:19Disbelieve his a**, how many vehicles can he have?
1:21I be losin count myself and I ain't even that bad at math
1:24That's how we do it in Texas, poppin trunk and grippin wood
1:27We reply to threats (how?) Ni**a, I wish you would
1:30You can keep on talking, but that's only if you could
1:33Gotta turn my speakers up, can you hear 'em now? (No) Good!
1:36Ain't runnin from a thang, cause I ain't never been a punk
1:39Drama ain't a thang, cause I can bring it if they want
1:41I'ma let it bang, so they can feel it in the (innnn the trunk)
1:47You bout it wit'cha game, decide your rep and throw it up
1:50What you tryin to drank, cause I'ma bout to get you drunk
1:53Keep it pimpin mayne, so they can feel it in the (innnn the trunk)
1:58This for the street niggaz knowin they gotta pee in a cup
2:01Know your peace officer tossin ya when he see the results
2:04This for the G's, hate is what you see in the scope
2:06Gauge gonna get sprayed like it's Raid when you see him approach
2:09Tell you ahead of time, solo I can handle mine
2:12You ain't too smart but play the part like you a pantomime
2:15But you don't have a nine, I'll show you I hammer mine
2:18Time to make you do the Running Man like it's Hammer Time
2:21Shout out to the west and all my gangstas pack heat up
2:24Actin up and pack enough heat to make you back it up
2:26The hoes back it up, soon as they hear the back of the trunk
2:29Now I'ma stock like New York slang (What you mean?) That's what;s up
2:32Money stack it up when they feel they have enough
2:35Get the chips and add 'em up, then she givin that to us
2:37Don't put all that in cuffs, treat your money like a slut
2:40Niggaz better share, hell yeah, cause I just wanna cut
2:43A hater gettin cut, someone gon' get hurt (hurt)
2:46Especially if you met me and was disrespect turf (turf)
2:49(Houston, Texas) I'm the worst, ice looking like sherbert
2:52Bouncin off my chest, you're starin at it like a pervert
2:54Mixtape god, don't hate me, go to church first (why?)
2:57Might as well since all the rappers wearin church shirts
3:00Better think ahead of time, call yourself a nurse (nurse!)
3:03Diss me in your second and you won't get to finish your third verse
3:06Ain't runnin from a thang, cause I ain't never been a punk
3:09Drama ain't a thang, cause I can bring it if they want
3:12I'ma let it bang, so they can feel it in the (innnn the trunk)
3:17You bout it wit'cha game, decide your rep and throw it up
3:20What you tryin to drank, cause I'ma bout to get you drunk
3:23Keep it pimpin mayne, so they can feel it in the (innnn the trunk)
3:28You in the presence of the finest
3:29The game is full of fakes, all these rappin niggaz front (front)
3:31Controversy Sells, the industry givin 'em what they want (want)
3:34See he ain't gangsta as he say, that's why they dress 'em up
3:37Get a vest, a plastic gun and go pull a publicity stunt
3:40Hoe act like she slow, don't know that I'm rich
3:43And ignore the handles missing from the do's of my whip
3:45But then she saw me on TV and told me pause for a flick
3:48(What you tell her?) You can "106 & Park" on my dick (on my dick)
3:51Can't speak about Texas and not mention me
3:54Cause the world gon' have to see the truth come out eventually
3:57I'll rip any gimmick rapper out from A to Z
4:00934-829 to the 2 if you still disagree
4:02We never marry a hoe, what I'ma marry you fo'
4:05I'm too busy tearin my shows up and getting married to dough (dough)
4:09Grave dig a ni**a, (Whatchu mean?) I bury a flow
4:11Run, go get your city, come back and then I'ma bury your area code
4:14Ain't runnin from a thang, cause I ain't never been a punk
4:17Drama ain't a thang, cause I can bring it if they want
4:20I'ma let it bang, so they can feel it in the (innnn the trunk)
4:24You bout it wit'cha game, decide your rep and throw it up
4:28What you tryin to drank, cause I'ma bout to get you drunk
4:31Keep it pimpin mayne, so they can feel it in the (innnn the trunk)
This, is, the-the sound of revenge Is, the-the sound of revenge You in the presence of the finest Chamillitary mayne! This for the streets Let's give 'em somethin they can bump (innnn the trunk) At this point you should be turnin your speakers up Turn your speakers up - Chamillionaire man! Let it bump, it's a southern thing Ha ha, Chamillitary mayne! (innnn the trunk) I heard somebody say that the South ain't got no lyricists Well 'bang bang' at the game like everyone down here is pissed You lookin for the truth then look no further, here it is Turn it up a notch so they can not say they not hearin this They say Chamill is sick, click click, here's a clip 'Bang bang' at the rap game to make your spirits lift And it seems to me the industry is all on Jigga's dick Who? You, you, you, and you ni**a - pick a click Universal sent me to bring some realness to the industry Got here, then I realized that ain't nobody real but me Okay, a couple niggaz but none of 'em real as me Tell your favorite rapper he should diss me if he disagree I bet I'm actin like your favorite rapper isn't me Tell your second favorite whose the best and show 'em a picture of me He'd have to take me out to prove that he's as sick as me So me verse me, the only battle that y'all gonna get to see I'm plainly sayin what I'm sayin to make these haters mad Perpetratin hatin a**, see me ridin candy slab Disbelieve his a**, how many vehicles can he have? I be losin count myself and I ain't even that bad at math That's how we do it in Texas, poppin trunk and grippin wood We reply to threats (how?) Ni**a, I wish you would You can keep on talking, but that's only if you could Gotta turn my speakers up, can you hear 'em now? (No) Good! Ain't runnin from a thang, cause I ain't never been a punk Drama ain't a thang, cause I can bring it if they want I'ma let it bang, so they can feel it in the (innnn the trunk) You bout it wit'cha game, decide your rep and throw it up What you tryin to drank, cause I'ma bout to get you drunk Keep it pimpin mayne, so they can feel it in the (innnn the trunk) This for the street niggaz knowin they gotta pee in a cup Know your peace officer tossin ya when he see the results This for the G's, hate is what you see in the scope Gauge gonna get sprayed like it's Raid when you see him approach Tell you ahead of time, solo I can handle mine You ain't too smart but play the part like you a pantomime But you don't have a nine, I'll show you I hammer mine Time to make you do the Running Man like it's Hammer Time Shout out to the west and all my gangstas pack heat up Actin up and pack enough heat to make you back it up The hoes back it up, soon as they hear the back of the trunk Now I'ma stock like New York slang (What you mean?) That's what;s up Money stack it up when they feel they have enough Get the chips and add 'em up, then she givin that to us Don't put all that in cuffs, treat your money like a slut Niggaz better share, hell yeah, cause I just wanna cut A hater gettin cut, someone gon' get hurt (hurt) Especially if you met me and was disrespect turf (turf) (Houston, Texas) I'm the worst, ice looking like sherbert Bouncin off my chest, you're starin at it like a pervert Mixtape god, don't hate me, go to church first (why?) Might as well since all the rappers wearin church shirts Better think ahead of time, call yourself a nurse (nurse!) Diss me in your second and you won't get to finish your third verse Ain't runnin from a thang, cause I ain't never been a punk Drama ain't a thang, cause I can bring it if they want I'ma let it bang, so they can feel it in the (innnn the trunk) You bout it wit'cha game, decide your rep and throw it up What you tryin to drank, cause I'ma bout to get you drunk Keep it pimpin mayne, so they can feel it in the (innnn the trunk) You in the presence of the finest The game is full of fakes, all these rappin niggaz front (front) Controversy Sells, the industry givin 'em what they want (want) See he ain't gangsta as he say, that's why they dress 'em up Get a vest, a plastic gun and go pull a publicity stunt Hoe act like she slow, don't know that I'm rich And ignore the handles missing from the do's of my whip But then she saw me on TV and told me pause for a flick (What you tell her?) You can "106 & Park" on my dick (on my dick) Can't speak about Texas and not mention me Cause the world gon' have to see the truth come out eventually I'll rip any gimmick rapper out from A to Z 934-829 to the 2 if you still disagree We never marry a hoe, what I'ma marry you fo' I'm too busy tearin my shows up and getting married to dough (dough) Grave dig a ni**a, (Whatchu mean?) I bury a flow Run, go get your city, come back and then I'ma bury your area code Ain't runnin from a thang, cause I ain't never been a punk Drama ain't a thang, cause I can bring it if they want I'ma let it bang, so they can feel it in the (innnn the trunk) You bout it wit'cha game, decide your rep and throw it up What you tryin to drank, cause I'ma bout to get you drunk Keep it pimpin mayne, so they can feel it in the (innnn the trunk)
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