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Me, Myself, and I
This kid from Houston, Texas has some nerve. That's what came to mind as you watched an MTV special in early 2005 showcasing H-Town's commercial and artistic re-emergence on the rap scene. Following his brazen freestyle, the focused and much-heralded MC known as Chamillionaire faced a national audience and launched a swagger-filled proclamation on camera: "I'm the truth from Texas..." While such boasting may seem par-for-the-course in the prideful 25-year-plus history of hip-hop, the latter ambitious statement aptly describes Chamillionaire. It's the reason why he earned the lofty alias "The Mixtape Messiah," a title Cham was crowned after independently selling over 100,000 copies of the Get Ya Mind Correct album, and by selling thousands of his numerous mix tapes. It's why the

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    They see me rollin'
    They hatin'
    Patrollin'
    And tryin. to catch me ridin. dirty.
    Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
    Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
    Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
    Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
    My music so loud;
    I'm swangin'.
    They hopin'
    That they gon' catch me ridin' dirty.
    Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
    Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
    Tryin' to catch me ridin'
    Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.

    Police think they can see me lean;
    I'm tint so it ain't easy to be seen.
    For me to see me ride by, they can see the glean
    And my shine on the deck and the TV screen.
    Ride with a new chick, she like "Hold up."
    Next to the Playstation controller
    There's a full clip in my pistola;
    Turn a jacker into a coma.
    Girl, you ain't know, I'm crazy like Krayzie Bone;
    Just tryin' to make you horny, ain't tryin' to have no babies.
    Ride clean as hell so I pull in ladies.
    Law's on patrol; you know they hate me.
    Music turned all the way up and to the maximum;
    I can speak for some niggas tryin' to jack for some.
    But we packin' somethin' that we have
    And, um, will have a nigga locked up in the maximum
    Security cell. I'm grippin' oak.
    Music loud and I'm tippin' slow.
    Twins steady twistin' like hit this dough;
    Pull up from behind and im sittin low.
    Windows down, gotta stop pollution.
    CDs change; niggas like "Who is that producin'?"
    This the Play-N-Skillz when we out and cruisin'
    Got warrants in every city except Houston
    But I still ain't losin'.

    They see me rollin';
    They hatin'.
    Patrollin'
    And tryin. to catch me ridin. dirty.
    Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
    Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
    Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
    Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
    My music so loud;
    I'm swangin'.
    They hopin'
    That they gon' catch me ridin' dirty.
    Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
    Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
    Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
    Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.

    I been drinkin' and smokin'; holdin' shit
    'Cause a brother can't focus.
    I gotta get to home 'fore the po-po's scope
    This big ol Excursion
    Swervin',
    All up in the curve, man.
    Nigga been sippin' on that Hennessey
    And the gin again
    Is in again;
    We in the wind.
    Doin' a hundred while I come from the block
    And rollin another one up;
    We livin' like we ain't givin' a fuck.
    I got a revolver in my right hand;
    40 oz on my lap, freezing my balls
    Roll a nigga tree, green leaves and all.
    Comin' up pretty deep, me and my do-jo.
    I gotta get to backstreets;
    Wanted by the six-pounds
    And I got heat.
    shots to the block;
    We creep-creep. Pop-pop.
    Hope cops don't see me;
    On a low key.
    With no regard for the law,
    We dodge 'em like fuck-'em-all.
    But I won't get caught up
    And brought up
    On charges for none of y'all.
    Keep a gun in car
    And a blunt to spark,
    But, well, if you want,
    Nigga,poppin'you dark.
    Ready or not, we gon' bust shots off in the air
    Krayzie Bone and Chamillionaire.

    They see me rollin';
    They hatin'.
    Patrollin'
    And tryin. to catch me ridin. dirty.
    Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
    Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
    Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
    Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
    My music so loud;
    I'm swangin'.
    They hopin'
    That they gon' catch me ridin' dirty.
    Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
    Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
    Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
    Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.

    Do what you thinkin' so,
    I tried to let you go.
    Turn on my blinker light
    And then I swang it slow.
    And they upset for sure
    'Cause they think they know
    That they catchin me with plenty of the drinkin' drough.
    So they get behind me,
    Tryin' to check my tags.
    Look at my rearview and they smilin',
    Thinkin' they'll catch me on the wrong; keep tryin'
    'Cause they denyin' it's racial profilin'.
    Houston, TX, you can check my tags;
    Pull me over, try to check my slab.
    Glove

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