Letra Who hotter than me Chamillionaire

Who hotter than me

(feat. Famous)

[Chamillionaire:]
Who Hotter Than Me [x4]
Chamillitary Mayne

You on the sideline talkin bout the king, you just mad cause
(Not You)
Cause you know it's not you
And you know it's (Not You)
You gotta get in the game, you gotta get off the sideline talkin bout me
Chamillitary Boy
Ay

Who hotter than C, who not in the streets?
I'm the landlord of it boy and you out of ya leagues
Gorilla, frisikilla, watch me swing out of a trees
These rappers can't see me and you not in fatigues
Got a lot of haters but I know they all goin fit
I got a lot of rentals space for haters on my d***
So have a sit, baby my cars is clean
I pull out blades everyday I feel like Wolverine
You Listerine, because they say it's green
If you ain't money, you not my lover like Billy Jean
I used to play the side, I used to play the wing
I'm so T.I. today I'm feeling like I'm a King
I wake up waker with not a rapper can tire taller
No disrespect if you on your hustle but I am higher
I'm the Messiah, tired of being humble
In love with green so I'm a get me a jungle
She said "you think you God to call yourself Messiah"
But if I told you I was weak, then you call me a liar
Each verse is fire, and you can call me Isiah
You find a rapper that can beat me, promise I'll retire
So cold and raw that when I do my thang
You open the mixtape up and it goin smell like sushi mayne
Mixtape Messiah, get on the groupie train
It's taking off, if you ain't on it baby, you a lame

[Screwed: x2]
Boys Steady Talkin Down
Boys Steady Talkin Down
Back Back Back Back Snatchin The Underground

[talking through hook: Famous]
Who hotter than me?
Who runnin the streets?
Who runnin the streets nigga?
We runnin the streets
Right back at you niggas
Naw, it ain't Koopa nigga
Um um
HEY! (HEY)

[Famous:]
AY
Ask me who the best, I'll probably same Cham is
Ask me who next, I'll probably say his man is
FAMOUS!
Why you on the internet like a Stan is
I'm getting Head and Shoulders, no dandruff
I crawl slow, ask Paul, ho
Who the throwest from my city, shit y'all know (y'all know, who?)
A deuce and ten pennies
We take and not askin mic 'excuse me Ben Friendly"
So I don't need a handshake, I don't wanna hug
Youse a gooda, woulda, shoulda, I was gonna thug
I'm from where errbody probably wanna plug (210)
No tracks but the tow running through my blood
My buzz spreading like rumours, Cous'
That hole growing like tumors, ugh
Them boys play like Puma's
I'm in the league, you got two years left like Junior's
Yeah, It's going all the way down
From A.T.X. to the D, back to SA Town
I can't forget the H tho
Ho you see the bread, now let's break ho
Deuce dime, who climb the charts
Like I'm a climb the chart, the rhymin starts
Understand my rhymes are art, you're rhymes apart
Take 'em back and I don't care what your mind had thought
It's Chamillitary front line (front line), goin for the touchdown
Fourth and some inches, boys knowin that it's punt time
Yeah the best is what I happen to claim
And what happened at The Zone, won't happen to Fam'
I'm click clappin the thing, I'm attached to my chain
Then we hit the AP, my niggaz passin the Jane
Yeah, M-1 (M-1) dog, I'm gunnin the beats
Now tell me y'all, who runnin the streets? Me