Текст песни I Know Ya Mad (feat. Bun B) - Chamillionaire , Bun B

Yes sir (yes sir)
Chamillionaire (Chamillitary mayne)
Bun B (Bun B)
It′s goin down (it's goin down, I know ya mad)
Yes sir
Hypnotize Minds production (I know ya mad, I know ya mad)

I know ya mad, I-I-I know ya mad
I-I-I know ya mad, I know ya mad
I know ya mad, I know ya mad
I know ya mad, I know ya mad
I know ya mad ′cause you hate that I'm not doin' bad
Yeah I′m feelin great and I know they wanna hate
′Cause they hate to see me eatin' shrimp and steak
Yeah I know ya mad
Imma demonstrate how to deal with all the hate
While I′m reppin for my city and my state
I-I-I know ya mad

You know I'm chasin a milli (that′s right), reppin my city (that's right)
Life is a gamble, I told my city just give me them dice, been gettin scrilli
Back in your city like "give me that twice"
Stay gettin′ cake and I know they hate I won't give 'em a slice
Up in the mornin′, got them customers callin′
I'm a hustler-holic, call me up and I′m on it
Stack them Barack Obamas, stuff 'em up in my wallet
Yeah the car right behind me was way too much but I bought it (to make ya mad)
I-I-I know ya mad, every one of my whips is bad
Like Cam and Dash told Bill O′Reilly - ya mad
How you get mad? You see me grindin' and holdin′ cash
You think I slept with ya mama and went and told ya dad
I-I-I know ya mad, that's why you mad at night
All you do is gossip, so I'm the reason you have a life
You can′t compete with my fleet, so go pick a better fight
Got so many cars, I couldn′t track 'em all with a satellite (hey!)
You see them swangers pokin′, you see my trunk is open
Versace lookin', hopin′ that I'm gon′ end up broke and
I really hope you jokin', what type of dope you smokin'?
You text message in exclamations to show emotion (ha)

I know ya mad, I-I-I know ya mad
I-I-I know ya mad, I know ya mad
I know ya mad, I know ya mad
I know ya mad, I know ya mad
I know ya mad ′cause you hate that I′m not doin' bad
Yeah I′m feelin' great and I know they wanna hate
′Cause they hate to see me eatin' shrimp and steak
Yeah I know ya mad
Imma demonstrate how to deal with all the hate
While I′m reppin' for my city and my state
I-I-I know ya mad

It takes a playa to know a playa, so let me greet ya
Welcome to "The Land Of The Trill", I'm happy to meet ya
Bun Beeder the trill O.G. and not in the makin′ (makin′)
You see this dough that I be takin' and the broads′ that I'm breakin′ (breakin')
We be bringin′ home the bacon, ain't no fakin' over here though (here though)
Get mine in 2009 without dressin′ like a weirdo (weirdo)
It′s real off in these streets but I don't never show no fear though
And it′s still "UGK 4 Life", in case it wasn't clear bro
Funny when you got nothin′, nobody really cares
Like you don't even exist (huh), it′s like you was never there (fo' real)
But soon as you get some bread, they lookin at you sideways
Askin' ′bout a shortcut and if you got some side plays
Tell ′em "naw, it's hard work" (what?), they swear you lyin′
And then you got to start the case, pleadin' and denyin′
Man you ain't got to explain yourself, don′t tell 'em playa, show 'em (show ′em)
Then keep it movin′ G and act like you don't even know ′em
That's what′s up

I know ya mad, I-I-I know ya mad
I-I-I know ya mad, I know ya mad
I know ya mad, I know ya mad
I know ya mad, I know ya mad
I know ya mad 'cause you hate that I′m not doin' bad
Yeah I'm feelin′ great and I know they wanna hate
′Cause they hate to see me eatin' shrimp and steak
Yeah I know ya mad
Imma demonstrate how to deal with all the hate
While I′m reppin' for my city and my state
I-I-I know ya mad

So you should love me baby (let′s go), I'm puttin′ it down
I get love from ladies, they love that I shine (woo!)
I be hustlin' daily, I stay gettin' mine
So congratulate me (let′s go) or hate me now

Middle finger up to the industry, every person I pass is shady
Said I ain′t commercial enough, my label still have to pay me
Fakers is fallin' off (yeah), realness would gravitate me
My (Wheels) is of (Fortune), yeah Vanna White should congratulate me
She find out my worth and the pretty woman gon′ have to hate me
Flirted with money, did it so well, that it had to date me
Police done got madder later, they see me and had to chase me
Trunk beatin' so hard, pedestrians is losin′ their balance baby
Pencil's a Desert Eagle, promise my lead is lethal
No we ain′t equal, that's right, I'm hotter than desert people
Wallet′s a scary movie, stackin the root of evil
Come back tomorrow, my bank deposit gon′ get a sequel
I-I-I know ya mad