Chamillionaire - they Aint Ready lyrics

[Chamillionaire] The Buddhists they holla Buddah, make sinners say hollaluah I'm the God of mix tapes, watch me drive the Impala through the Ghetto twenty inch metal, go get your two college rulers I'll teach you how to correct your speech, but I'm not a tutor How you playas gonna deny the answer, to all your prayers It's not fair, you can not compete Chamillionaire Attitude stinky, from now on when I'm round y'all Sniff I know you can feel me n***a, like a bloodhound dog I done took over the streets, so they call me the groundhog When these boys on a cold streak, I bring heat like a brown log In the fire place you fired, I'm the boss you the maid I would suspend you with no pay, but you never got paid Don't talk down shut up, like a attic door on the ceiling Boy I'm a villain, you ain't got no royal you's a kitten Sipping on some sour milk, Color Changin' tower get crushed There ain't a plane, that can wreck and crash harder than us Seems like we beefing, but I ain't even know we had problems Maybe cause our money's stacked, like Tetris rows in columns Not a Saint I'm a lunatic, Nelly ain't colder than him You going down down baby, speak on us again You can't win won't say your name, unless you get rich off of me Cause if I say your name, then that would be free publicity Speak under your breath about royalty, is something you don't do And I bet you think this song is about you, don't you