Chamillionaire - Get On My Level lyrics

[Intro - Chamillionaire] Um, that boy throwed (that boy throwed) Man that boy throwed, boy throwed Hmm, that boy throwed, boy throwed, man [Chamillionaire talking over Intro] I'm talkin 'bout that Chamillitary boy be puttin it down Grammys, ringtones, whatever [Chorus - Chamillionaire] If bein rich is bad for my health (umm) Then baby I'ma be ill forever And I'm known to make ladies melt (ha) You boys better get on my level Get on my level, get on my level Get on my level, get on my level Get on my level, get on my level Get on my level, cause your boy burnin up [Verse - Chamillionaire] Man, that chrome plated woman, on the hood steady hummin The messiah who's they summon and the mixtape king is comin Better hope it's the rapper Nottz, splat somethin on your woman Only thing we got in common, is the cummin demon (uh) -nator, a hater, is less and never greater From continent to continent, I cross 'em like a fader My garage full of "RARRR", yeah Jaguars and Gators My hand is where the oak is gon' land like the Raiders (uh) Grippin, flippin, which vehicle am I pickin? Got a set of chrome feet and a bunch of beat I'm 'bout to stick in Little kids stick they faces on the frame and start lickin Still rollin the old school, with the hood things drippin (drippin) Lady is gravy, her hair is in the wind That vehicle that's older than your parents is a sin My baby, a lady, got yellow candy skin Open the garage and look in, I'm like where should I begin? (uh) Driver named Rick, I call him Ricky Retardo Is lost in the garage like a game of "Where Is Waldo?" Ask him where he's at, and he's like "Lookin for your Gallardo, looked in every spot, but I've been lookin for an hour bro." Sweet tooth candy is on every single car note Starburst rappers in the interior of my car flow (oh) But I'm the rapper that stay burstin on the star though (though) That line went over they head baby, but y'all know Keep plenty chicks in the coupe like a farm yo Keep a car, but I don't never see a car note (oh) You O.J. Simpson with them broads though (oh) You like 'em white and skinny like a Marlboro And I keep a chick on each arm like Jack Tripper If she think I'm a pick her If not, then I'm a skip her If I land, somewhere on the island, like the Skipper The s** on the beach that I'm a give her, is not liquor (not liquor) You could never think up a thought that's as throwed as me (uh) Real recognize real, gotta notice me (uh) Paper chaser, we racin, but you ain't close to C I'm chamillionaire, but who the hell you supposed to be? Bought a crib in LA, so the Hollywood sign would notice me Divine sign, knockin the doors down, that's how you know it's me How many cribs really here?? Somewhere over three That real estate is Chamillion's, but let's just show 'em G [Chorus] [Outro - Chamillionaire talking] Your boy burnin up for real man I'm talkin 'bout tippin down, popped up, wide open Boy's comin through, fly rides, cars Candy colors, exotic, know what I'm talkin 'bout? H-Town, still holdin, that boy Chamillion' gon' hold it down Uh