Tum Tum - Land of the Slowed lyrics

[Intro: Chamillionaire] They try'na say something bout'cha boy singing, but they ain't never goin understand We been parking lot pimpin since 98', knahtalkinbout? I call it Texas talk That Big Moe That Trae, that Z-Ro That Charlie [Hook: Charlie Boy] This is the Land of The Slowed down chop-chop-chop Hit the bu*ton on the drop then recline (chop-chop) From domestic to a foreign see the rims don't stop [? ] In the screens glow when the trunk pop From Bentley's to Escalades the corners keep bending And them haters still hating While the dimes keep grinning From 6-4's to Benzo's rims keep spinning And I'm riding on 4's them 84's extending Elbows be poking as we gripping on grain The sun beaming on the paint but the frame ain't tamed The color chameleon unlike any other Bang making my game platform Click clan and studder This is the state knowing for them great taste Slanging in the deck, swanging lanes, sipping gray taste That's the purple and we turning circles If you wanna hate You'll get rolled over and bounce, like I do my scrape plate Sitting high on 24's, and my cuttly's to a rose See nothing but gray smoke, when I open up my dows No need to say mo, real G's get chose When the top drop and the trunk pop, you goin see the gray blows Mayne [X2] This is the Land of The Slowed down chop-chop-chop Hit the bu*ton on the drop then recline (chop-chop) From domestic to a form see the rims don't stop [? ] In the screens glow when the trunk pop [Chamillionaire] Southern playas get the doe, ain't trippin bout what the haters say Hate started that my birth, my B-day is a hater day Way before Mike Jones and Magno, I was grindin day-to-day G 4, in the air, like a F-ing fadeaway Starts down to the floor, walk out lift my dow Up into the sky, and the bet you goin reply with "WOOH" I be jammin music that be choppin and be sign it slow Every minute on the clock is money so I gotta go Minutes addin up so you can say that I'm the Minute Man Pulling up in my truck and all the slush like, that's him again Season side the dooly cla**ify as amfibian Think that you can handle what I got, then come get in then [Singing] I'm ridin good grippin grain Doing my thang Back to back cars dancin like it's Soul Train Everybody on Swangs (swangs) Lift up on swangs Still bangin screw I let Charlie Boy sang (Get em mayne) [X2] This is the Land of The Slowed down chop-chop-chop Hit the bu*ton on the drop then recline (chop-chop) From domestic to a form see the rims don't stop [? ] In the screens glow when the trunk pop [Tum Tum] Yeah Gripping on the grain (grain) Candy stay in the lane (grain) The memory of Fat Pat (Pat) I swear I love it mayne Watch how I get it (yeah) Them flames I spit it (uh-huh) When tray's get broke we say Tum-ty did it (check it) I got a 80 delta in my yard Candy blue white rag top the b**h hard Same color spokes, ballin with my folks The fifty slab candy coke, we ain't no mothaf**in joke Caprices and ground sticks (uh-huh) Deltas and rolmels (what else) Trunks and leek baskets (uh-huh) some roofs are flow masters (yeah) Dirty South riders and them the boys from thirty third From the streets to the birds, I know all you n***as heard I show ya how to rang (grab a pen) I teach ya how to stunt (yeah) Get up all them forth and twenty's I run that b**h, f** a punk (woo) Seens slugs inside the grill (grill) I ball like Oseal (seal) Some drank and some k** And steals the round sk** [X2] This is the Land of The Slowed down chop-chop-chop Hit the bu*ton on the drop then recline (chop-chop) From domestic to a form see the rims don't stop [? ] In the screens glow when the trunk pop Chamillitary Mayne [x2]