Представляем точный текст композиции "Switch Styles" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Chamillionaire . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Switch Styles» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Chamillionaire передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Chamillionaire - "Switch Styles"
Lyrics to Switch Styles : (*talking*) As we get on the proceedings this evening Ha-ha, its Koopa nigga, its Koopa nigga Hey man switch styles man, stay switching styles You know Im taln bout, switch everything nigga Paint switching, no teams We aint switching teams baby, ha already Its Color Changin Click, hey Mix Tape Messiah Lets go, lets go, lets go yeah [Chamillionaire] I was at Strokers in ATL, and they was showing Cham and sluts My nigga Killas Klan with us, and did some sh.. I cant discuss They was bad they was yellow, they was saying can you handle us Pull the door knob on the ceiling, cause Im about to handle up Showing up at the hotel, now is this chick a fan or what If she sipping thats a plus, but not that Crys cause thats for us Come to the hotel wondering if you stripping, thats a must Make a meal out of my nuts, and open up a can of suck Controversy sells, I swear I spit a rhyme thatll shock I wreck so I get respect in the digital underground, like Im Pac Labels scheme and they plot, they telling me sign on the dot I cracked a platinum smile and he knew, that was a sign I would not No warrants when the laws pull up behind, Ima stop Princes cuts the size of a window, Ima wind down my watch Pussy passenger still mad, cause Im rewinding on chops Tossed his work inside my lap, and said that I got the rocks Screens fall like rain, while my trunk shaking like thunder (*mumbling*), my verse sound like a mumble Onlookers wonder, if Im level headed or humble Till I get to speaking bout drama, then I end a sentence with uh-uh Back that Im Israel, Im Istanbul Im thinking Pakistani Foreign cars no Im dressing up, cause the only gator comes after Navi Students getting out of barber school, graduating they getting happy All my hoes got longer hair, than Cousin It on the Adams Family Sixty inch T.V. screen, I could view from the side angle In my crib youll get lost, its like the Bermuda Tiangle Said Id knew youd be a king, so Hakim is what I named you I told my mama thanks, now the king is what I claim fool When it comes to this rap game nigga, passionate for it brah Your c.d. packages showing up, laughing after its blowing up Think Im playing by my pistol, until Im smacking it over ya Shooting spiders off my rims, like I got arach-a-naphobia St. Lunatics say its tipped, for me that pimp is the drill While she tasting my testicles, see the tip of my steel Know you getting that scrill, pulling up on whips with the grill And if that slab only got fo you know, its missing a wheel Cause Im a Texas tycoon, flat T.V. screens in my room So many flakes in my pinky, say I need Vidal Sassoon Fish in the fish tank gon sip drank, yeah theyll be leaning by noon And the two Brazilian beauties, come in to clean my lagoon Wont see no damn silver spoon, inside my mouth just my kitchen Im popped up with the trunk up wreck, in other words we tipping Looked in my garage, noticed a couple cars is missing Let me see one...two...three, my bad Im tripping Kinda look like Im Cripping, when my paint change to blue By the way my paint change to red, you would swear Im claiming that too Yeah they be banging that Whoo Kid, and be banging that Clue But down in Texas the changer, aint never changing from Screw Seen the slugs that you spittin at me, I mean the slugs that you missin at me Seen you and you aint getting at me, man the game is really getting crappy ATL with Killa Kill, Status Quo and that Lil Scrappy I dont wear no throwbacks, cause the trend is really getting tacky Commercial wont hurt you, cause thats gon get you mo cash But spend that cash on security, cause we gon whip your ass Music slower than a running turtle, tell you what they sip in my circle Samuel Jackson, Whoopie Goldberg, Oprah Winfrey the color purple (*talking*) Ha-ha (ha-ha), that was a good one That was a good one, ha-ha [Chamillionaire] I told you you dont want problems, you didnt believe it Go get a bodyguard, cause youre gonna need it Were gonna bomb you, worse than Osama Get it in your head, nigga I tried to warn ya All these boys acting like, they be getting do But you cant hide the truth, a real baller gon know All these boys acting like, they aint really hoes But you cant hide the truth, a real nigga gon know All these boys acting like, they can call a stone Lets break these boys off, and let em know we got it so-o-o-o-o-wed Mix Tape, Mi-Mix Tape, Mi-Mix Tape Messiah - 3x Hey Im fins to do my thaaaang, hey Im repping Color Chaaaange Hey we fins to do our thaaaang, hey Im repping Color Chaaaange (*talking*) We gon slap box, soon as we done That shit was no test, lets see who gets the most hits to the head Ima slap the shit out you watch, wish a nigga would of- Let the motherfucker touch me, Im gon smack the shit out of him I aint no fucking punk, nigga you better get that-aaah hold up Oh shit (*gun shot*) [ Switch Styles Lyrics ]
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