Songtext zu 'The Real Thang' von Chamillionaire

I gotta be honest, bragging was really not the mission
only way that they'd listen, excuse me if you hear a contradiction
yea i had a chick 'n she had give me a proposition
she was in love, til i told her french ain't my type of kissing
them execs was dissing when i walked into that def jam audition
shoulda threw my watch in they face and then say "IT'S TIME TO LISTEN!"
record labels switching, grinding cause I didn't have a pot to piss in
feeling like i was fishing, they was eating my food inside the kitchen
before the 2nd album, sophomore jinx was just superstition
who would have known that they wudda been right?, but I ain't trippin'
tryin'na be an artist, why they repaint the composition
I need recognition, recognize, ain't no competition

[Chorus:]
hmmm
They said we wont make it (make it)
but now they copying the style that they said would never blow
whoa, weren't no complaining, {complaining}
and now it seems like everywhere i go
they say they crawling on them fo's, still crawling on them fo's, still crawling on them fo's, still crawling on fo's maaayne
on them fo's, still crawling on them fo's, still ballin' on them fo's
you can copy but you'll never ever be the real thang

Try to hit 'em with some knowledge, they gon respond and say its garbage
if i say my cars is, candy they tell ya, "he the hardest"
look at how you boys is, talkin' bout' cars in they garages
they just mirages, if you believe em, you retarded
I'mma grind regardless, step in yo castle, steal ya crown
gotta give a pound, KJ and Nancy, they still around
and I'm still the deepest, spit my thesis you still a drown
and the XXL dude that said i would fail? You still a clown!
cant get a digit, i live it, how could u even grade me
I'm the one who pay me, personally give me money daily
completely crazy, talk to the streets, the streets obey me
go head and hate me, i don't give a f, like weezy baby
the Cadillac looking cocky, they set a standard to stop me
swagger jackers that copy, i think ya swaggin' is sloppy
i was just a child in the streets, til i let universal adopt me
but now i feel like I'm the man, they ever plannin to drop me
I'm kitchen drawer with the flow, cause I'm sharp as a utensil
bring any writer, i promise i break em like a pencil (number 2)
any instrumental, rappers cant keep up with my mental
cause they mental simple, while my mental is monumental
been had potential, follow me cause of what i went through
while haters jock me, copy my image like a stencil
dont try to jack me, give a message to those that sent you
i bet the pistol show up in ya face like its a dimple (smile) *POW*

[Chorus:]
hmmm
they said we wont make it (make it)
but now they copying the style that they said would never blow
whoa, were'nt no complaining, {complaining}
and now it seems like everywhere i go
they say they crawling on them fo's, still crawling on them fo's, still crawling on them fo's, still crawling on fo's maaayne
on them fo's, still crawling on them fo's, still ballin on them fo's
you can copy but you'll never ever be the real thang

should embed it in my chain (chain), that i'm better than the game (game)
i dont mean the rapper, i mean every rapper that's in the game (lames)
jus a little internet nerd and ya sayin that i gotta prove it too?
Alicia keys, Keisha Cole (OOH) my dough is beautiful (so beautiful)
i throw 3000 in the air jus to snap a Polaroid
chamillinate, anybody move, and you so destroyed
(kaboom) say i'm dissing if you don't know the half
i'm digital download with the dough, GO DO THE MATH!
my money move, i give statements so i can view my dollas
a one and a zero, zero, be leaping all the commas
i can poke i promise, baby look dope as pocahontas
in the Bahamas, counting money in my pajamas