| Shit. | |
| (Chamillionaire:) | |
| Come let me tell you, man, | |
| Relax, relax. (J. Holiday: From Texas to DC, baby.) | |
| (J. Holiday:) | |
| It's goin' down. | |
| Come here now, J. Holiday. | |
| That's the reason I come home, baby. | |
| (Chamillionaire:) | |
| Relax, relax, | |
| (J. Holiday: Let's go, whoo!) | |
| How could you be lonely, | |
| They don't really know me, | |
| Comfortable as ever like my hustle got us cozy, | |
| Bottles lookin' rosy, | |
| Bags meant to go G, | |
| Poppin' tags while we Photoshoppin' like Adobee, | |
| Cool as Obama, | |
| All the drama was the old me, | |
| These walls could talk, | |
| They would say how they don't know me, | |
| Always on the road, | |
| No home could ever hold me, | |
| Success is like a drug, | |
| And I feel like I'm 'bout to OD, | |
| Nah, you don't run around, | |
| Actin' like you own me, | |
| Wait til I get home, | |
| Then you gonna put it on me, | |
| Look at how we ballin', bitch, | |
| One or two of colby, | |
| Look at how they callin', | |
| Voice matters what they owe me, | |
| But they just some rookies and you know that you were OG, | |
| After o'clock you know exactly where I'm gon' be, | |
| You know how the road be, | |
| groupies hoppin' on the sack, | |
| But guess who's back to give you the business. | |
| (J. Holiday:) | |
| When I'm in the streets, on ma' grind, | |
| You got me, and we gon' shine, | |
| Plus I know you gon' go down home, and let me get mine, | |
| One more reason to come home, | |
| Off the streets, | |
| Girl when I come home, | |
| Off ma grind, | |
| Relax, relax, relax. | |
| (Chamillionaire:) | |
| I got to be in the twelve, | |
| Got the Beamer as well, | |
| Grindin' like it ain't illegal, | |
| And I ain't seein' a jail, | |
| On the chase for the paper, | |
| I'm on the tip of the tail, | |
| I'm the Clyde to your Bonnie, | |
| And we ain't leavin' a share, | |
| My fat ex-girlfriend, was tryin' to see me get mailed, | |
| The UPS in the downs, and you still seem to appear. | |
| You ain't breakin' a sweat, put your feet in the air, | |
| And while I ride presidential, I'll let you be my Michelle, | |
| In this life all these of troubles, I know it's easy to fail, | |
| But when it's us against the world, me and you like "oh yeah", | |
| It'll take a lot of hustlin', it's easy to tell, | |
| That I am always on the hustle, never seein' a chair, | |
| See in my stare, I ain't easy to scare, | |
| Put a king with a queen, and they can see we a pair, | |
| Soon as I get a full house, it'll be easy to share, | |
| All of the royalties and riches, just for keepin' it player. | |
| (J. Holiday:) | |
| When I'm in the streets, on ma' grind, | |
| You got me, and we gon' shine, | |
| Plus I know you gon' go down home, and let me get mine, | |
| One more reason to come home, | |
| Off the streets, | |
| Girl when I come home, | |
| Off ma grind, | |
| Relax, relax, relax. | |
| (Chamillionaire:) | |
| We livin' the life, and this is payback, | |
| For the days that you used to say that, | |
| Maibach, wasn't something that your sights was aimed at, | |
| Made that, money stacked up enough to pay that, | |
| May stacks, but you told me that I should saved that, | |
| Ain't that somethin', we grind to get stacks, | |
| As soon as we get stacks, it's harder ta (J. Holiday: relax, relax), | |
| So let your seat back, and let's repeat track, | |
| Relaxin' in the sun up, 'n we chill 'til we see the black c'mon, | |
| In the streets 'n I'm hustlin' daily (J. Holiday: daily), | |
| You don't need to be stressin' that, baby (J. Holiday: baby), | |
| I get home 'n I know you'll be waitin', yeah (J. Holiday: yeah yeah), | |
| You ain't mad at the money I'm chasin', | |
| And you know that ma lifestyle's crazy, | |
| But you always gon' be ma first lady, yeah (J. Holiday: Woo!). | |
| (J. Holiday:) | |
| When I'm in the streets, on ma' grind, | |
| You got me, and we gon' shine, | |
| Plus I know you gon' go down home, and let me get mine, | |
| One more reason to come home, | |
| Off the streets, | |
| Girl when I come home, | |
| Off ma grind, | |
| Relax, relax, relax. | |
| (Chamillionaire:) | |
| Come let me tell you, man, | |
| In the streets 'n I'm hustlin' daily, | |
| But you always gon' be ma first lady, yeah | |
| (J. Holiday: Yoa got a Texas in the building.). | |
| Oh yeah, | |
| (J. Holiday: Chamillionaire, what's up, baby?) | |
| Take it away, Jay. | |
| (J. Holiday:) | |
| Just relax, | |
| No, no no no no, | |
| Go! |
| Shit. | |
| Chamillionaire: | |
| Come let me tell you, man, | |
| Relax, relax. J. Holiday: From Texas to DC, baby. | |
| J. Holiday: | |
| It' s goin' down. | |
| Come here now, J. Holiday. | |
| That' s the reason I come home, baby. | |
| Chamillionaire: | |
| Relax, relax, | |
| J. Holiday: Let' s go, whoo! | |
| How could you be lonely, | |
| They don' t really know me, | |
| Comfortable as ever like my hustle got us cozy, | |
| Bottles lookin' rosy, | |
| Bags meant to go G, | |
| Poppin' tags while we Photoshoppin' like Adobee, | |
| Cool as Obama, | |
| All the drama was the old me, | |
| These walls could talk, | |
| They would say how they don' t know me, | |
| Always on the road, | |
| No home could ever hold me, | |
| Success is like a drug, | |
| And I feel like I' m ' bout to OD, | |
| Nah, you don' t run around, | |
| Actin' like you own me, | |
| Wait til I get home, | |
| Then you gonna put it on me, | |
| Look at how we ballin', bitch, | |
| One or two of colby, | |
| Look at how they callin', | |
| Voice matters what they owe me, | |
| But they just some rookies and you know that you were OG, | |
| After o' clock you know exactly where I' m gon' be, | |
| You know how the road be, | |
| groupies hoppin' on the sack, | |
| But guess who' s back to give you the business. | |
| J. Holiday: | |
| When I' m in the streets, on ma' grind, | |
| You got me, and we gon' shine, | |
| Plus I know you gon' go down home, and let me get mine, | |
| One more reason to come home, | |
| Off the streets, | |
| Girl when I come home, | |
| Off ma grind, | |
| Relax, relax, relax. | |
| Chamillionaire: | |
| I got to be in the twelve, | |
| Got the Beamer as well, | |
| Grindin' like it ain' t illegal, | |
| And I ain' t seein' a jail, | |
| On the chase for the paper, | |
| I' m on the tip of the tail, | |
| I' m the Clyde to your Bonnie, | |
| And we ain' t leavin' a share, | |
| My fat exgirlfriend, was tryin' to see me get mailed, | |
| The UPS in the downs, and you still seem to appear. | |
| You ain' t breakin' a sweat, put your feet in the air, | |
| And while I ride presidential, I' ll let you be my Michelle, | |
| In this life all these of troubles, I know it' s easy to fail, | |
| But when it' s us against the world, me and you like " oh yeah", | |
| It' ll take a lot of hustlin', it' s easy to tell, | |
| That I am always on the hustle, never seein' a chair, | |
| See in my stare, I ain' t easy to scare, | |
| Put a king with a queen, and they can see we a pair, | |
| Soon as I get a full house, it' ll be easy to share, | |
| All of the royalties and riches, just for keepin' it player. | |
| J. Holiday: | |
| When I' m in the streets, on ma' grind, | |
| You got me, and we gon' shine, | |
| Plus I know you gon' go down home, and let me get mine, | |
| One more reason to come home, | |
| Off the streets, | |
| Girl when I come home, | |
| Off ma grind, | |
| Relax, relax, relax. | |
| Chamillionaire: | |
| We livin' the life, and this is payback, | |
| For the days that you used to say that, | |
| Maibach, wasn' t something that your sights was aimed at, | |
| Made that, money stacked up enough to pay that, | |
| May stacks, but you told me that I should saved that, | |
| Ain' t that somethin', we grind to get stacks, | |
| As soon as we get stacks, it' s harder ta J. Holiday: relax, relax, | |
| So let your seat back, and let' s repeat track, | |
| Relaxin' in the sun up, ' n we chill ' til we see the black c' mon, | |
| In the streets ' n I' m hustlin' daily J. Holiday: daily, | |
| You don' t need to be stressin' that, baby J. Holiday: baby, | |
| I get home ' n I know you' ll be waitin', yeah J. Holiday: yeah yeah, | |
| You ain' t mad at the money I' m chasin', | |
| And you know that ma lifestyle' s crazy, | |
| But you always gon' be ma first lady, yeah J. Holiday: Woo!. | |
| J. Holiday: | |
| When I' m in the streets, on ma' grind, | |
| You got me, and we gon' shine, | |
| Plus I know you gon' go down home, and let me get mine, | |
| One more reason to come home, | |
| Off the streets, | |
| Girl when I come home, | |
| Off ma grind, | |
| Relax, relax, relax. | |
| Chamillionaire: | |
| Come let me tell you, man, | |
| In the streets ' n I' m hustlin' daily, | |
| But you always gon' be ma first lady, yeah | |
| J. Holiday: Yoa got a Texas in the building.. | |
| Oh yeah, | |
| J. Holiday: Chamillionaire, what' s up, baby? | |
| Take it away, Jay. | |
| J. Holiday: | |
| Just relax, | |
| No, no no no no, | |
| Go! |
| Shit. | |
| Chamillionaire: | |
| Come let me tell you, man, | |
| Relax, relax. J. Holiday: From Texas to DC, baby. | |
| J. Holiday: | |
| It' s goin' down. | |
| Come here now, J. Holiday. | |
| That' s the reason I come home, baby. | |
| Chamillionaire: | |
| Relax, relax, | |
| J. Holiday: Let' s go, whoo! | |
| How could you be lonely, | |
| They don' t really know me, | |
| Comfortable as ever like my hustle got us cozy, | |
| Bottles lookin' rosy, | |
| Bags meant to go G, | |
| Poppin' tags while we Photoshoppin' like Adobee, | |
| Cool as Obama, | |
| All the drama was the old me, | |
| These walls could talk, | |
| They would say how they don' t know me, | |
| Always on the road, | |
| No home could ever hold me, | |
| Success is like a drug, | |
| And I feel like I' m ' bout to OD, | |
| Nah, you don' t run around, | |
| Actin' like you own me, | |
| Wait til I get home, | |
| Then you gonna put it on me, | |
| Look at how we ballin', bitch, | |
| One or two of colby, | |
| Look at how they callin', | |
| Voice matters what they owe me, | |
| But they just some rookies and you know that you were OG, | |
| After o' clock you know exactly where I' m gon' be, | |
| You know how the road be, | |
| groupies hoppin' on the sack, | |
| But guess who' s back to give you the business. | |
| J. Holiday: | |
| When I' m in the streets, on ma' grind, | |
| You got me, and we gon' shine, | |
| Plus I know you gon' go down home, and let me get mine, | |
| One more reason to come home, | |
| Off the streets, | |
| Girl when I come home, | |
| Off ma grind, | |
| Relax, relax, relax. | |
| Chamillionaire: | |
| I got to be in the twelve, | |
| Got the Beamer as well, | |
| Grindin' like it ain' t illegal, | |
| And I ain' t seein' a jail, | |
| On the chase for the paper, | |
| I' m on the tip of the tail, | |
| I' m the Clyde to your Bonnie, | |
| And we ain' t leavin' a share, | |
| My fat exgirlfriend, was tryin' to see me get mailed, | |
| The UPS in the downs, and you still seem to appear. | |
| You ain' t breakin' a sweat, put your feet in the air, | |
| And while I ride presidential, I' ll let you be my Michelle, | |
| In this life all these of troubles, I know it' s easy to fail, | |
| But when it' s us against the world, me and you like " oh yeah", | |
| It' ll take a lot of hustlin', it' s easy to tell, | |
| That I am always on the hustle, never seein' a chair, | |
| See in my stare, I ain' t easy to scare, | |
| Put a king with a queen, and they can see we a pair, | |
| Soon as I get a full house, it' ll be easy to share, | |
| All of the royalties and riches, just for keepin' it player. | |
| J. Holiday: | |
| When I' m in the streets, on ma' grind, | |
| You got me, and we gon' shine, | |
| Plus I know you gon' go down home, and let me get mine, | |
| One more reason to come home, | |
| Off the streets, | |
| Girl when I come home, | |
| Off ma grind, | |
| Relax, relax, relax. | |
| Chamillionaire: | |
| We livin' the life, and this is payback, | |
| For the days that you used to say that, | |
| Maibach, wasn' t something that your sights was aimed at, | |
| Made that, money stacked up enough to pay that, | |
| May stacks, but you told me that I should saved that, | |
| Ain' t that somethin', we grind to get stacks, | |
| As soon as we get stacks, it' s harder ta J. Holiday: relax, relax, | |
| So let your seat back, and let' s repeat track, | |
| Relaxin' in the sun up, ' n we chill ' til we see the black c' mon, | |
| In the streets ' n I' m hustlin' daily J. Holiday: daily, | |
| You don' t need to be stressin' that, baby J. Holiday: baby, | |
| I get home ' n I know you' ll be waitin', yeah J. Holiday: yeah yeah, | |
| You ain' t mad at the money I' m chasin', | |
| And you know that ma lifestyle' s crazy, | |
| But you always gon' be ma first lady, yeah J. Holiday: Woo!. | |
| J. Holiday: | |
| When I' m in the streets, on ma' grind, | |
| You got me, and we gon' shine, | |
| Plus I know you gon' go down home, and let me get mine, | |
| One more reason to come home, | |
| Off the streets, | |
| Girl when I come home, | |
| Off ma grind, | |
| Relax, relax, relax. | |
| Chamillionaire: | |
| Come let me tell you, man, | |
| In the streets ' n I' m hustlin' daily, | |
| But you always gon' be ma first lady, yeah | |
| J. Holiday: Yoa got a Texas in the building.. | |
| Oh yeah, | |
| J. Holiday: Chamillionaire, what' s up, baby? | |
| Take it away, Jay. | |
| J. Holiday: | |
| Just relax, | |
| No, no no no no, | |
| Go! |
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