From: matt henry illmatic408@hotmail.com [Intro] My life is real baby (baby) You peepin' me take a picture [2x] (you should take a photograph) My life is real baby (baby) You peepin' me take a picture [2x] (you should take a photograph) Catch me today with a Canon or a Kodak Cause by tomorrow yesterday gone be a throwback You see is real They be like look at that (man) Picture perfect n***a You should take a photograph [Verse 1: Chamillionaire] Introducing the truest voice of the south It's who else but me fool Don't let all that foolishness they feed you on T.V. mislead you Don't let all them magazines and them papers out there deceive you The cups that be used to sip look Caucasian kinda like my tea do You see that hand be glistinin' You see the sedans we flippin' The hundreds of grands we gettin' These units and scans we shippin' You see that caddy tippin' Them thangs on that caddy twistin' That paint in that candy drippin' That drank in that candys missin' That ain't a cola Though tryin' ya feelin sober Boys tryin' to switch it over Apply it up in the soda Home of the Houston hustlas Who grindin' to hit the quota Who fire and hit the doja Get high when you sniff the odor (I told ya) Ya gotta have a foreign to buy ya slab Afford it then buy ya thads Important without it now Ain't gotta take college class To see that we bout our cash You not if ya gotta ask Let's take a pic by the slab Hold up [Chorus] You see my slab (you see my slab) You see my candy slab (slab) Picture perfect n***a You should take a photograph You see my chick (you see my chick) You see my chick is bad (bad) Picture perfect n***a You should take a photograph You see it's real They'll be like look at that (man) Picture perfect n***a You should take a photograph [Verse 2: Chamillionaire] When I'm tippin' they'll probably watch me The cops'll be paparazzi And try to patrol my posse We shinin' and glowin' glossy The jealous will try to top me But we keep it too real to copy What I'm listenin' to ain't a floppy The disk gon' be screwed and choppy All the ballas will ride to this Deposit the posit slips Buy the car and apply the fifth Raise the trunk and that tire lift Used to go to that Cappa but Cappa ain't been as crunk So I'm poppin up at Daytona on chrome and I'm poppin' trunks Jammin' that Ridin' Dirty While ridin' beside the law And they starin' over at me Tryin' to scare me like I'm a boss Told you nah they know I'mma crawl All day in the rapper coast I'm tryin' to go watch the rides Till the tires have whiter walls You peepin' then take a picture That chrome and that paint official You smokin' then take a swisha There's plenty just take them with ya If you chillin' you ain't a sippa Then I'mma be hanging with ya Take a hold of the grain and gripper Handful and smile for the pictures [Chorus] You see my slab (you see my slab) You see my candy slab (slab) Picture perfect n***a You should take a photograph You see my chick (you see my chick) You see my chick is bad (bad) Picture perfect n***a You should take a photograph You see it's real They'll be like look at that (man) Picture perfect n***a You should take a photograph [Verse 3: Bun B] You see the bling up on my bracelet And the shine on my chest Syrup in my styrofoam is sweet with doja no cess You done put it down with the rest time to roll with the best Cause when you ride with the original you ain't gotta guess I'm the connection that you need when they say it's a drought Cause it's not really a drought them other n***s just out I'm the plug you gotta have when they say the rivers dry Cause it's not really dry they just ran out of supply I'm too fly for the clouds Too down for the green grass Better wear tinted lenses if you look at my clean a** Catch me today with a Canon or a Kodak Cause by tomorrow yesterday gone be a throwback Candy still drippin' Fo's is still tippin' Wood grain grass steering wheel I'm still grippin' Reppin' for P.A.T. From Western to East And I'm reppin' for Pimp C til' he get back on the streets It never cease [Chorus] You see my slab (you see my slab) You see my candy slab (slab) Picture perfect n***a You should take a photograph You see my chick (you see my chick) You see my chick is bad (bad) Picture perfect n***a You should take a photograph You see it's real They'll be like look at that (man) Picture perfect n***a You should take a photograph [Outro] My life is real baby (baby) Ain't just a song (ain't just a song) Grippin' grain wood wheels baby (baby) I'm ridin' chrome (I'm ridin' chrome) This is for the real playas (playas) That get that dough (that get that dough) Tell me how it feels baby (tell me how it feels) To see I'm ridin' candy and chrome Catch me today with a Canon or a Kodak Cause by tomorrow yesterday gone be a throwback [Chamillionaire Talking] Know what I'm sayin'? Grippin' wood Ridin' through the hood And feelin' good Just like we say down in Texas It's all ready You starin' at me so hard You need to go on and do yourself a favor playa And take a motherfu**ing picture
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