Artist: Chamillionaire f/ Kelis Album: Ultimate Victory Song: Not a Criminal Typed by: mcgreezy87@aol.com [Chamillionaire] Uh! Looks like another win for me It's an ultimate victory, Chamillitary mayne! [Break: Chamillionaire w/ Kelis doubling Cham's vocals after second line] Everybody get low, it's a stick-up, everybody get low (everybody get lower!) Everybody get low, it's a stick-up, everybody get low (everybody get lower!) Everybody get low, it's a stick-up, everybody get low (everybody get.. low!) Everybody get low, it's a stick-up, everybody get low (Chamillitary!) [Chorus One: Chamillionaire & Kelis] Everywhere that I go-ooo-oooh [Everywhere I go, they look at me like a criminal) But I'ma C.E.O-ooo-oooh [I'ma C.E.O., I'ma self-employed C.E.O.) I'm not a criminal! [Chamillionaire] Let 'em stay local while I'm 'bout to hit Japan That G4 get me out when I get in a jam You gotta go international to get with Cham Roamin on ya phone? (oh!) I betcha switch ya minute plan Let these other rappers beef, while they arguin we be runnin in with the bags to get all the grams (grams) Take it outcha hands (hands), take it outcha hands (oh!) Money talks, only language that I understand I heard that Puff and Jay was worth over three hundred mill (yeah) That mean this year I gotta put it in three hundred gear (yeah) You on a treadmill homey, you just runnin still You sense the rapper all the other rappers love to feel I got the plaque but now I'm back for the reload We know, I'ma still stick to the street code Tell me what the industry is lookin at me for? 'Cause he sold platinum and they didn't think it would be gold Now they tryna tell me that there will never be more But these flows are sure to be a (oh!) to your ego Yeah I'm from the South, they try to tell me that we slow But it's ironic how ya tryna keep up with me though [Chorus Two: Chamillionaire & Kelis] Everywhere that I go-ooo-oooh [Everywhere I go, they look at me like a criminal) But I'ma C.E.O-ooo-oooh [I'ma C.E.O., I'ma self-employed C.E.O.) I already got do-ooo-oooh-ough [I already got dough, but I think it's time for me to get more) I'ma C.E.O-ooo-oooh [I'ma C.E.O., I'ma self-employed C.E.O.) I'm not a criminal! [Chamillionaire} Call up Universal, tell 'em open up the vault And tell 'em that I just had another million dollar thought! Albums do not sell, they tell me we ain't in a drought I bet I run in these labels for the (dough!) and break 'em off I'ma boss, ye-yeah my money is unlimited (oh!) Sorta like my Motorola minutes is Idiots, Koopa 'bout to tell you what the bidness is Rappin this, rapper major label owner gettin rich Wha'chu mean the label didn't promote? I put a million on a million and do it 'til I go broke! Might have to run for president so gimme ya vote! 'Cause Bin Laden wouldn't be the only one in the scope! {*gun shot*} Get a rope! And duck tape, there's 'bout to be a crime Simplify ya songs, I ain't simplifyin mine The industry done got in the streets, that's why rap is dyin Don't get it confused, I'ma still show you how to grind They tell me if I write a lullaby for the females (no!) That these sales is sure to skyrocket the retail Hope you gotta back up plan, if your CD fails I drown 'em like seashells, 'til they hear these shells [Chorus Two] [Chamillionaire] Oh! Everybody get low, this a stick-up, everybody get low (everybody get low!) Everybody get low, this a stick-up, everybody get low (everybody get.. low!) {*gun shot*} Ultimate victory, I'm back for the reload But we know, I'ma still stick to the street code (everybody get low!) You seein somethin pretty in the middle of the road Bouncin on rims like the brick at a free throw (everybody get low!) I told 'em tomorrow I'ma be on BET Look at all the free clothing that they came and gave to me (everybody get oh!) I told 'em tomorrow I'ma be on MTV Look at all the jewelry, my jeweler gave to me for free (Chamillitary mayne!) I'm winnin so keep the hatin to a minimal Y'all need to all give applause to the general (oh!) I'm hearin how y'all talk in ya interviews Y'all really all just be talk like a interlude Poppin at the mouth (oh!), while I'm poppin tags Fifty thousand in my pocket, pants gotta sag Magazine crtics always talkin like they bad Never in the streets tryna hide behind a pen and pad But it's okay! I know why you gettin mad 'Cause you know I got a lotta whatever you never had Gotta better pad (oh!), gotta better slab We gon' keep it movin, try ya best to getta cab Remember you was jammin Master P Now that Houston super hot, you tryna ask for me They be askin for a verse, they don't even ask the fee Tellin me how many bars to spit, like that's for free ANNNHHH! Try again, sorry, better luck next time Unless I'ma sleep, the only time it's not, let's grind! Y'all need to stop like the words on a red sign Unless I'm pointing somethin, tellin ya, "Get down!" {*screwed*} [Outro: Chamillionaire] Oh! Everybody get low, this a stick-up, everybody get low Everybody get low, this a stick-up, everybody get low Not a criminal!