Chamillionaire - Get Ya Umbrellas Out lyrics

[Intro - Chamillionaire] (Cheah, cheah, cheah, cheah) (Chamillitary mayne) We just warmin up though (Cheah, cheah, cheah, cheah) (Chamillitary mayne) Yeah, yeah, let me get ready (Cheah, cheah, cheah, cheah) (Chamillitary mayne) Mixtape Messiah Part 2 is what you tuned into Until we get to Mixtape Messiah Part 20, lets go [Chorus - Chamillionaire - 2X] I'm like a legit criminal doin dirt in the underground Everybody smilin, I'm knowin it's cause I run it now 'Bout to bring the rain, just so they know how the thunder sound Cheah, cheah, get ya umbrellas out [Verse 1 - Chamillionaire] You ain't never been a baller, ya always livin to be Money ain't tall. all of y'all is my Mini Mes Picture y'all, ever doin it big as me Slimmer than the chances of y'all gettin rid of me Uh, uh, take it easy on 'em (take it easy on 'em) Uh, uh, now "Don't Hurt 'Em Hammer" ("Don't Hurt 'Em Hammer") Uh, uh, now take it easy on 'em (I co*k the hammer, bam) Uh, uh, now "Don't Hurt 'Em Hammer" Yeah, the Air Forces with the suit, but does that make me a weirdo Took out the grill, they no longer see how the grill glow I hear ya talkin but it's hard for me to hear though Hearin gettin blocked by this 10 karat earlobe (woo) You know me, got "Revenge" and that was last year Criminal, all the awards gettin snatched, cheah (cheah) Comin with Ultimate Victory, now it's clear That Chamillionaire comin with Heat like I'm Shaq's peers (haha) I shoplift a rapper for his "Number 1 Spot" Trespa** for the cash and stack up a whole knot And then I mash on the gas, gotta go, here come cops (pppum) [Break - Chamillionaire] We outta here (uh, take it easy on 'em) Mixtape Messiah Part 2, we almost there baby (Uh, uh and "Don't Hurt 'Em Hammer") Until we get to Mixtape Messiah Part 28 (Uh, uh, take it easy on 'em) Y'all know what it is, Chamillitary mayne (Uh, uh, "Don't Hurt 'Em Hammer") [Verse 2 - Chamillionaire] Lookin at my cars and my clothes, black on black's the new thing "What you lookin at n***a?" startin to be the new slang Black on black crime and black on black rhyme, all the same Realize through seein eyes that we F'in up the game The originators didn't survive, rappers really your ba*tards And the Phantom Rolls Royce is really your caskets A bunch of babies and ladies, period rappers The naggin keeps goin and goin with no period after Hall pa**, pa**, pa**, Screw too it's a shame Some say the purple syrup was the root of the blame Some call it a Screw, so people remember the name The rest sellin tapes screwed, tryna eat off his fame Now I use half of my mind capacity, smarter people just have to be Sarcastic critics ain't gettin it, if you laugh at me I'm from the south, where your mouth will make you a casualty Criticizin me, but your snap dancin to "Laffy T" Yeah, yeah, anywhere on the planet I seen you all doin that Joc dance dammit One day I'ma make a cla**ic, if I haven't Hater is a hateration, the Me-ssiah won't have it k** you, they gonna say he was an idiot man I spit a verse by doin it, the streets give me your praise (haha) Fans love you in mysterious ways Major labels callin 'em artists but they really are slaves Pick a grave, cause every damn one of 'em's like a graveyard and your just an item on sale like it's Kmart And the budget you workin with is your pay card If your budget's low, don't worry, don't even pay for it Just take it, I hope that you can run quick I'm a "Undaground Legend" like Hump and Lil' Flip Money is the case, yeah, usually when it's switched It's Chamillitary mayne, now say it cause it sticks Even with Paul, I never tried to steal all his glory Never begged Swishahouse n***az to make a hit for me Naw, I ain't tryna copy his story Naw, history is me, yeah [Chorus]