Famous - Show Me What Ya Got lyrics

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Famous - Show Me What Ya Got lyrics

*Song borrows the beat from Jay-Z's "Show Me What You Got"* [Intro - Chamillionaire - talking] Ch-ch-cheah, your tuned into your boy the Chamillionator Cause I stay k**in 'em Know what I'm talkin 'bout? Mixtape Messiah Part 2 Lets go "Hey" - repeated 7X during the Intro [Hook 1 - Chamillionaire] This is why I'm hot little mama (woo) This is why I'm hot little lady (Chamillitary mayne) This is why I'm hot shorty (This is why I'm hot) - 4X This is why I'm hot baby (Tell 'em why) Cause I'm the king of mixtapes Mi--mi-mixtapes I'm the king of mixtapes Mi--mi-mixtapes [Verse 1 - Chamillionaire] Yeah (woo), lookin right at the grim reaper like I don't need the support of ya The kid standin in the booth is the coroner I hear the track and I murder it with the 40 of Caliber, that's when they all askin you, what you recordin for? I can't stand that these boys soundin horrible The rap game full of clowns like a carnival (woo) Your callin me, I'm somewhere over the water bro Floatin' on a boat, like a logo on a Nautica (woo) We like to blaze, the fire of what you wanted, yeah She Just Blaze like the producer I got under the Acapella got 'em baggin good down in Florida Go on put somethin in the air like LaGuardia (yeah) Smoke one for the decease and peace is how their sleep Beef is gonna be, but with me your just dead meat (yeah) Trust me it's bad for ya (yeah), kinda like red meat (meat) Playin with me homie, I promise you'll get beat (beat) I'm on my grind, the album out next week (week) They gonna be silent, like me when the Feds speak Gotta punish 'em dozen, I got a ton of 'em Lovin in, not in love with 'em, really not here to cuddle hun But I'll come, I'm just back and they say I'm troublesome But I'm way more than some trouble, I'm double son If his name's Terminator, I'm other one (other one) He got one, just a**ume who got the other gun Bring it to life, resurrectin the dead Not buyin, stop cryin, make a record instead I swear that y'all rappers really hurtin my head But my paper don't stop and you ain't hurtin my bread I ain't worried about a snitch ever alertin the Feds Take it to the old school go and learn it like Red (haha) Take it to the Pro Tools if you heard somethin I said That you think you can do better but prepare to be bled The grinders on the east, be respectin the C They be like what up Kid? Like the name was Capri You know the sayin, the sayin is you get what you see They see that I'm paid but they can't use they vision on me (haha) So bein broke is what a hater is accustomed to be Boys reachin like the pager that's stuck under the seat Yeah, but you could miss me with that thirty versus another coast At dinner with Nas and Kelis, like here's another toast Cause we hot as the rotisserie on the oven roast (roast) Keep it trill and gettin paid is what I love the most I got a new Lincoln, that top is gettin air time (time) So they call it Lincoln Continental Airlines Chamillitary's the click (click) and isn't fair I'm Too good (too good), they can't see the flow, (no) ... air rhymes So go on let a player turn up the oxygen Backin in the paint for the score, better box me in (for the score, box me in, woo) Flawless victory, won't settle for a sloppy win If you took me out, you gotta put me in your top again And I ain't talkin 'bout myspace partner Talkin 'bout the spot you got as my space partner (*laughing*) [Break - Famous - talking] Texas in the building They like show me what ya got (better show me what ya got) I'm like, hey we co*ked a lot (hey we co*kin a lot) Chamillitary n***as run the spot (Chamillitary mayne) "Hey" - 7X [Verse 2 - Famous] Uh huh, I'mma do it like a Texas n***a though Know what I'm sayin? Chamillitary If you on top watch your spot and I don't care about the guppies in my district (uh uh) b**h I'm goin for the big fish And I ain't did sh**, put a few tapes out This beat got some room Cham? (huh), your boy fittin to space out (woo) My flow proven, you lose and I raised out (yeah) That's real talk, I go long like a stakeout (naw) Who got beef? sh**, I make steaks outta n***as Watch the real, bring the fake outta n***a (yeah) Stomp his ice cream, I make shakes outta n***as Oh yeah, the flow crack, spit weight for the figures Now I'm so impatient, can't wait for the figures So I'm on the highway, pushin weight for the figures n***a, I can't wait for them n***as Too bad, they said you was fittin to blow, so I laughed Who ga**ed, you the f**ed up, I'm not for the dumb stuff Them thangs have you leanin like the back of a dump truck (fall back) Pump what, I'mma grown a** man n***a I give a f** if you rap, I ain't a fan n***a (I ain't a fan) I give a f** if you clap, I never ran n***a (never ran) So I tell 'em where I'm at is where I stand n***a "Hey" - repeated 7X during the Break [Break - Famous - talking] 2-1-0, San Anton' Texas in the motherf**in building Northwest boy, fun, yeah, f** [Hook 2 - Famous - talking] Now show me what ya got (now show me what ya got) (Chamillionaire: Fam show 'em what ya got) Yeah, we co*ked a lot (haha, yeah) If they ain't run the spot Famous, haha, it's too easy man Run the spot boy (too easy man) I'mma tell the world though Two ten, uh n***a Yeah, uh "Hey" - repeated 7X during the Chorus [Verse 3 - Famous] The 'Tone don't run, I'll tell these boys again y'all 'Tone don't run I'm so hot, I'm so cold, call me frozen sun Up in NY, boys like your frozen son (what you tell 'em man) And I'm the chosen one And that's not to mention all the flows I've done And don't let me get to talkin 'bout the hoes I've run Through, who you supposed to be I'm right back on top, where I'm 'posed to be Them ho n***as left me hangin like a poster be But naw, I'm back in the mix for 2K6 Put that Jacob to your grill, watch your lip little niglet Haha, yeah, show me what it is Famous in this b**h, tried to told 'em I'm the sh** (tried to told 'em) I told 'em about back like a summer ago 210 on my arm, show you where I'm comin from San Anton' Texas on the motherf**in map man better believe it (*Gunshot*)